••the most randomest thing happened!! {{chris

[Kisa Fairly]

It felt like one of those moment, where you just breath in and it feel like you're taking in fresh, pure forest air. She felt like she was awake, but also like she was dreaming a sweet dream. So peaceful...so qui-- "Wake up!" a voice yelled over the peace and serenity of her half sleeping. Kisa's upper body shot up while she screamed loudly before her head hit the top of the the bed above and she ducked down with her hand on her throbbing skull. "Fuck!" she yelled while squinting her eyes shut and holding her head with both hands now. Bunk beds were officially her enemy unless she was on the top. Her eyes opened and she swung her head around, making her vision dizzy, not even sure if she was swaying from it. As her eyes focus from the sudden rush, they narrowed at the eleven-year-old cousin in front of her who was on the ground laughing. "Little fucking cunt!!" she screamed at him, making him spring up and run like a jack rabbit out of the room. She clenched her jaw, springing up only to fall on the ground and moan with the pain of her throbbing head. A guy punching her right in the eye wasn't this bad until it bruised. This was hell. He better hope I don't have a concussion... now to find the migrane medicine...

That was how it all started for Kisa's day. She'd stumbled her way to the bathroom, took some medicine, and got ready. She put on a bright yellow shirt with some random pink and white and black design on it, along with some black and white checkered skinny jeans that had a wallet chain dangling from it. She slipped on her yellow Converse, and put a yellow bow in her hair before sliding on two white and two black braceletes. A pair for each wrist. As her head finally started to calm down a bit and she was able to go outside without her head throbbing, she skipped out to her lime green Suzuki Ninja motorcycle and hopped on, not caring about a helmet being on, but brought one with her incase the cops came. As she rode down street after street, she glanced at her cell phone while at a red light. It was around three in the afternoon on a Tuesday. Wonder-fundle.

While at the red light, she noticed the street names and realized her high school was right down the road. A sly grin slipped onto her face and when the green light hit she speeded away at a speed that was a little too high above the speed limit. Kisa smiled as the school came in sight and slowed to a turn which brought her into the parking lot. She parked quickly and swung off, taking a deep breath of fresh school air. Most kid didn't like school at all, but Kisa loved it. To get to see so many people your age and to be able to talk to everyone within one school year! It's just simply amazing to experience the adrenaline of getting to meet new people. Exhilirating. That was a word she rarely thought of. As she started to walk towards the school, she heard a roaring coming into the parking lot and her body turned about 90 degrees to see what the sound was. That's when a smile spread across her Italian face.

[`* chris scott swane.]

chris ,

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just for a moment, the moment i met her
i lost my breath but my lips whispered she is the one
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[/b][/color] sat on the edge of open truckbed, staring out at the football field behind the massive, manicured Berlington High School. It was so intimidating. The track looked sixteen times bigger than the one back home in Texas, I wasn't even sure if I would try to run track. The stands towered above the field. Maybe not football, either. I wasn't good with crowds. Back where I'd come from, the biggest turnout we'd ever had was maybe two hundred or three when we made regionals and lost. I sighed, swinging my Converse-clad feet back and forth. They skimmed over the pavement in front of me, despite the fact that my knees were practically pressed up against the metal of the truck. I'd always been a tall guy, six three. All the coaches wanted me to play basketball, but I was so clumsy and wiry, I could hardly play post. Maybe the coaches here at Berlington would notice that and not even try. Maybe better yet, they would take on look at me and not even care.

I'd tried to think of my future here in Laudeville for awhile now instead of my past. It was so hard to remember all the recent fights with my parents, all caused because of a girl. I knew that it sounded so cliche, especially for a teenage guy to say, who weren't supposed to fall in love. But I'd definitely fallen, and I'd fallen hard. Laney Davis was just a girl at my school. We'd gone to kindergarten together and seen each other through the awkward years of missing teeth and those scary Phys. Ed talks. We weren't friends or anything. But when she was in one of my classes in ninth grade and started talking to me, I began noticing her. For one, she was drop dead gorgeous, in my opinion with long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She was tall, but not skinny, curvaceous in a way that quite often distracted me in class. But more importantly, she was so nice to me, and she was such a smart girl, capable of exchanging witty banter with the meanest guy in school. She was frightening, but she scared me just enough. I'd become more friendly with her, we started hanging out together over the weekends. We'd head out to the lake together, and sit in the sun just talking. But one Saturday, we never got there. We were out on Highway 109 when I pulled out into the wrong lane and slammed the passenger side of my little Prias into an eighteen-wheeler and watched her go. She died instantly. When I finally reutrned to school weeks later, I would still break down crying in class. And the worst thing was, no one understood why. They didn't think we'd been that close. I even attended the funeral, and wore a suit like my old man. I saw her beautiful face in the coffin at the visitation, her braided hair. I leaned over the case, said my final goodbyes, finally told her I loved her now that it didn't matter. Her mother told me after the funeral that Laney had always had a thing for me and figured she'd wanted me to know. That had been possibly the worst part of the whole fiasco. Knowing that she'd been in love with the boy who'd been the one to kill her was just the cherry on top.

The rumble of an engine behind me interrupted my thoughts. I turned around to see a motorcycle and thought of jumping into my truck and driving off. It was probably some jock here, likely not to appreciate my presence. But a doubletake revealed a different kind of figure. It had to be a girl. Brown hair fluttered out from under the helmet, skinny legs in checkered fabric hugged the sides of the Suzuki. Wondering if I was sane anymore, I stayed where I was, hands clenching the truck's sides, and trying to look as short as possible. Maybe I didn't want her to see me. What kind of person came out here to just sit in the parking lot, especially in the middle of summer? I was slightly worried for the girl's reputation until I remembered I was committing the same shady crime at the moment. Pouting, I looked back at the girl, wondering just how badly I'd be called out for being at the same place, same time.

"MEET" Christopher Scott Swane
"YOU JUST READ" 739 words
"LOOKING LIKE" HERE ... who's sierra? x3
"THIS POST IS" complete
This is my sunshine (my 1ST! sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.
Lyrics c) artist here, song here. Icon credit to Purple Elephants at Livejournal. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always.
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[Kisa Fairly]

Kisa turned her head when the rumbling of her bike came to a halt. She felt like she was all alone... for the moment anyway. She didn't see anyone just yet. Her dark hazel eyes looked the school up and down and a smile tugged onto her tan features. The school looked nice, but she could only wonder what the court would look like. Or if they had a volleyball court. Maybe she could run for track. Or if they let her, play football! The idea put an excited smile across her face and she squealed with excitment, turn to look at where the football field would be, but her face turned to mildly interested when her eyes caught site of the figure of a person in a truck. A grin set itself on her face and she started walking towards the vehicle and owner of said object. One of the first people she'll have talked to if he goes to this high school. Which she was hoping they would, well if they ended up friends anyway.

As she walked over there, she felt like she was going at too slow of a pace. Kisa started to skip, eventually making it to the side of the truck. "Hey there, person-I-have-yet-to-know," she said with a large smile gracing her features as her very faded Italian accent rolled off her tongue. "Hope you don't mind me sitting next to you," she said as she pulled herself up right next to him gently, not wanting to make him mad. She never knew how fragile a truck or car was until she broke it. As she put all of her weight into sitting, she felt the truck shift slightly from the extra weight. An annoyed look came over her face as she murmmured to the truck saying, "Well, if that doesn't make me feel fat, I don't know what does." Her sarcasm had a slightly thicker Italian accent when she used it, but just so you could only start to tell that it was really Italian. Usually when she spoke, you could just tell that she had an accent of some sort.

Turning her head back to looked at this guy next to her, she examined him for the first time. Sure, he wasn't the most handsome man she'd ever met, since she'd always been more attracted to guys who looked like they just got done shopping at some punk rock store, but he was adorable in that baby sense where you just wanted to hug them to death. He had really pretty eyes, even if they were a bit huge, and he dressed nicely. Finally, a big grin spread across her face and she held out her hand. "I am Kisa Fairly, and you are...?" she introduced herself, showing off her pearly white teeth as she talked. She laughed softly, thinking of how awkward it must be for a random girl wearing bright clothes come over, sit right next to him, and start talking a lot. She hoped she just didn't seem like a slut.

[`* chris scott swane.]

chris ,

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forgot who i was and who i was fooling
didn't remember she could be my first cue to run
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[/b][/color] heard the pat-pat-pat of light footsteps behind me, slowly becoming louder. I desperately hoped that it wasn't a person coming toward me. Before Laney's death, I'd actually been a pretty outgoing guy. But since then, I'd tried to avoid all contact, afraid I would hurt someone like I had her. I didn't want to make another girl's parents after calling to tell them what happened. I didn't want to see that final look of pain upon a person's face at visitation because they hadn't fixed her face just right. Not that I could blame them. They worked hard at their job, but they could never recreate that look of life on her face. They could never make her beautiful again. Ever since she was gone, I'd treated myself like a monster, someone that couldn't be trusted. I was afraid to break someone's arm going down the hall, to kill someone just by looking at them. Which is why I jumped when I heard a voice from behind me. She seemed so happy to be meeting such a villain.

Predictably, as my luck would have it, she was a tiny thing of a girl. Dainty and pretty in that bubbly sort of way that made me all warm in the pit of my stomach. I hadn't realized, but you know, it'd been so long since someone really smiled at me? I blushed softly. "No, that's cool." I said to the pavement and my shoes. I probably looked like such a loser. I turned a deeper shade of red when the back of the truck sank down from her slight weight. It was such a fragile thing, a 1960s vintage model. Maybe not the best thing for the guy that liked to slam into eighteen wheelers going sixty on the highway. I figured she would write me off as some poor hillbilly that couldn't afford a proper car and leave now. Trucks were supposed to be bulky and tough, it was all over the Chevy ads on my television. Instead, she seemed to blame it on herself, and despite myself, I laughed. "I'm sorry." I said, finally looking up at her to really examine her face. "You're not fat. It's just that my truck is a piece of crap." I said, finally smiling shyly, one side of my mouth tugging up at the corners. I wasn't intending to grin at her, but it just felt so good to be happy for once, I flashed my pearly whites anyway.

She had some sort of accent, Italian I thought. I'd travelled the world (or at least the European countries) when I was younger, and I recognized it. Naturally, she rode a motorcycle and had a great personality. I chuckled to myself at my thoughts, then continued to stare out to the football field. She introduced herself as Kisa. "I'm Chris Swane." I said, my hands shoved in my jeans pockets to avoid a handshake. I was pretty sure my palms were drenched in sweat right now. Tapping my foot nervously and looking away from my new acquaintance, I tired to catch my breath. I figured I should say something right about now, so as not to make it awkward, but I didn't know what. I racked my brain, hating myself for being so unimaginiative. But it was a necessity, so I just said the first thing that popped into my head. "You-" My voice had cracked. God damnit. "You new here?" I stuttered like a third grader. Man, I must look so dumb right now. If only I had a mirror, and I'd be laughing again.

"MEET" Christopher Scott Swane
"YOU JUST READ" 600 words
"LOOKING LIKE" HERE
"THIS POST IS" complete!
This is my sunshine (my 2nd sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.
Lyrics c) Chris Thile, On Ice. Icon credit to Purple Elephants at Livejournal. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always.
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[Kisa Fairly]

Kisa's smile grew a little wider, if that was possible, seeing the blush on his face. He was just purely adorable! The shy way he answered, and the way he didn't look directly at her. She glanced down at the truck she had now planted her ass to. It seemed old. Vintage, probably. She'd had an old truck before her motorcycle and come to think of it, still had it back in New York, the place she lived when first moving to the USA. She'd left it with one of her ex-boyfriends who worked as a mechanic and was almost four years older than herself. Ha, that had been an interesting relationship. Thanks to falling into the arms of all the bad boys, she'd even lost her virginity already. That was... sad, in a way. It made her feel like a whore, seeing at it was freshman year and it was with someone who was older. It wasn't the only time either. She mentally growled at herself, thinking of slut-town New York City and came back to the present.

Her hazel eyes looked at him once again, a smile on her face and the sun glinting off their faces, obviously. What was it now? Almost four p.m.? Kisa felt an amused grin tug at her lips when he laughed at her sarcasm. He apologized and Kisa smiled softly at his kindness. She nodded, though, when he said his car was a piece of crap. "Thank you for telling me, otherwise I wouldn't have found out until after I broke it," she commented, joking, but also serious as it was true. Kisa always spoke her mind and that had just been on it moments ago. So why not let it out? She also decided to add something, so there wouldn't be a silence. "And yes, I am fat! You just can't see all the blubber because it's under a shirt!" she said, kidding, as she looked down at her v-neck shirt.

She shook her head though and looked back to him as he introduced himself as Chris. Kisa almost started pouting when he didn't shake her hand back, but thinking for a second, with that thinking face of her's, lips bursed, one eyebrow raised, nose twitching softly, she reached out her hand more and shook his arm softly, a bright smile lighting up her face. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Chris Swane," she said, starting to laugh softly towards the end of her scentence. He seemed fun to be around already. He wasn't trying to flirt or kiss her or anything... yet, but hey. Cute and innocent was just first impression. As she watched him for a second, it seemed like he was trying to think of something. And then he started to speak, and how he started off made Kisa's face a blank, yet interested look. A kind a puppy gets now and again where they just tilt their head. And that's what she did; tilt her head. As she took in what just happened, her lip trembled as a grin started it's way to her face. Soon, she was trying to hold in laughing, but it came out in a cute, soft laughing. Giggling is what you would call it, I guess. She smiled and looked away, looking back with an adoring look. "We--Well, yes I am," she spoke truthfully, though teasing on how she started off, smiling with the sense that she was just kidding. She reached out with her pointer finger then, still smiling, and poked him in the cheek before bringing her hand back. "Anyone ever told you, you're adorable when you stutter?" Kisa was very open about her opinion. If she thought someone was cute, she had no problem with saying it. It was just natural.

[` carter alyssa westwood]

chris ,

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forgot who i was and who i was fooling
didn't remember she could be my first cue to run
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[/b][/color] shook my head, having to disagree as she called herself fat. Because it's under a shirt... she had said. I blushed and didn't even have to think of anything bad to do it. "I could pick you up with one hand tied behind my back." I said shyly, very carefully reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. What the crap was I doing? I had to remember Laney, what I'd done to her. My fingertips barely touched the delicate skin of her cheekbone and I feared I would break her, but nothing happened. I pulled my hand away, fingers burning.

Even looking away and thinking, I had a hard time not watching her. I hadn't figured her for the cutesy type, the Italian chick that rode a motorbike, but she'd just made the most adorable face. I bit back a smile, teeth clamping down on my soft lips. Kisa, huh? I just wanted to wrap my arms around her. But I held myself back. She, however, did not, reaching out to grab my arm and shaking it. Only then did I realize how rude I may have seemed by not shaking her hand. I felt like I should have explained, but I felt that would have been strange, so I just laughed with her, one hand slipping from my jeans pocket to shake her opposite arm. "Nice to meet you, Miss Fairly." I blushed, my voice a little like a child's. My hand very gently pulled her closer to me, until my side was pressed against hers. I grinned like nothing had happened before looking back to my favorite subject, the concrete below us. She mocked me. That kind of hurt. I tried to ignore it, how stupid I must have sounded, but she just made it so obvious. Even the smile on her face didn't seem right. I tried to return it, but it must have seemed more like a grimace. I wasn't feeling too happy when she spoke again, half pondering on whether or not to hop in my truck and leave. My heart leaped into my throat, my cheek burned where she'd poked it. "N-No, they d-didn't. But ... thanks?" I said, happily grinning up at the girl from my ducked head. Did anyone ever tell you, you're beautiful when you smile? I thought to say it, but didn't have the courage. I always ended up failing when I tried to talk about love or even girls. I would spill a drink if I was at dinner, I would trip if I was standing, I would stutter, no question. Which is why I would never go on a date, most likely. I very much doubted my ever being married even, just because I was so shy. "You don't think it m-makes me hard to talk to?" I smiled to myself, wringing my hands, intentionally throwing in a stumble midway through the sentence. My bright blue eyes darted up to her hazel ones for a moment, but dropped as soon as quickly as they'd locked on. I wouldn't say I had fallen for her already, because that would just be ridiculous. But I was starting to get a feeling about this girl.

"MEET" Christopher Scott Swane
"YOU JUST READ" 537 words
"LOOKING LIKE" HERE
"THIS POST IS" complete!
This is my sunshine (my 3rd sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.
Lyrics c) Chris Thile, On Ice. Icon credit to Purple Elephants at Livejournal. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always.
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[Kisa Fairly]

Kisa stifled her laughter as his face started to cross over to the lobster side. A smile played with the corner of her lips. Okay. One thing like other guys: he thinks about boobs. She giggled inspite of herself and looked at Chris again. "I love it when guys blush," she smiled her excuse for the giggle, even though that excuse was true. Her smile faded to a curious look as he mentioned lifting her up with one hand. Well, wouldn't that be a sight to see. Someone lifting her up with one hand and magically not being able to dro-- Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed his hand coming towards her face. She watched it until it started to go out of view and her eyes focused on Chris's face. She felt soft skin graze her cheek and tuck something furry behind her ear. Oh wait! That was hair! As he pulled his hand back, Kisa looked down, half-hoping he wouldn't notice the spreading pink across her own cheeks. No one ever touched her hair.

When her blush had disappeared, she was looking back up as he shaked her arm as well and that only made her laugh a little more. Kisa blinked as her butt was scooted closer from her arm being pulled. Unexpected. Like the hair thing, only she didn't blush to this, just turned her hazel eyes and shot a curious glance at him. He seemed really shy, not the type to be too close to people, but she couldn't help feeling that there was something under the shell he seemed enclosed in. This thought she would keep to herself, for she had something under her thick shell too. She bit her lip softly at the thought of that darkness of depression within her. Her mom, Melanie Amelia Fairly, starting to die from cancer, not letting Kisa help her at all with feeding her or anything. Even during some of her worst days before the hospital, she would still force herself up, through all the pain and pressure put on her body, and make breakfast for Kisa. Even after the morning passed, she would sit and ask Kisa to show her what she had learned in her five martial arts classes the day before and she would show her mom who was barely awake to watch. Even though she was half asleep and weak she would still show Kisa the right way to preform the moves. Kisa had to move the dark thoughts away, though, already knowing a dark cloud was forming in her mind.

She was so easily pulled out of it thought when he answered her last question. Kisa's smile shot out so quickly and her arms swung around Chris in a hug. But this was a bear hug, where she didn't realize she was squeezing him too tight and not realizing all the strength she really had. "Awh! Chris! You're the most adorable thing ever!" she squealed in a higher pitched, excited tone. She let go, though, giggling softly as she stood straight again. As she saw his expression, he seemed like he wanted to say something, but kept it locked. What was it? When he spoke, though, it was obviously not what was locked up. She could tell the stutter was on purpose, but she smiled in delight anyhow. "Not at all." She answered truthfully. She had had to get used to American accents so quickly that she could understand just about anyone now. Except maybe rednecks... Kisa saw his blue eyes look at her and she let a smile slip with a small laugh. "I can assure you that no matter how long you stare at the road below you, nothing happens," she said with an amusing look on her face. She giggled softly. "But really, you don't have to keep looking down. I won't bite, unless my bi-polar acts up."

[`* chris scott swane.]

chris ,

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we moved so fast, never thought twice
mind came at last, put us on ice.
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[/b][/color] hated to say I was staring, but now I could hardly look away from Kisa, now staring at the pavement herself and blushing. I wondered if I'd done something wrong. "Sorry. That was totally uncalled for." I muttered, looking the other way and feeling something sinking in my stomach. Still, it didn't seem like she was turned off. I was pretty scared that she wasn't interested in me at all, because I was starting to get the feeling that I was, in her, but ... Oh, I didn't know. I was always so indecisive, and I'd never really flirted with a girl before. Other than Laney, but she didn't count. I tried not think about the look she'd get on her face if she could see me now, with Kisa, and attempted to slow my racing heart. I could see her in my mind so clearly, eyes broken and glazed from the tears. I felt like I was cheating her. But Kisa was sitting right here. Laney wasn't alive anymore. Kisa's skin was still warm, her heart was still beating. She was smiling at me. There was no chance between Laney and I, that had come and gone. But Kisa ... Kisa could be my first.

First everything, if I really thought about it. First real relationship, girlfriend. I started feeling a little uncomfortable thinking about this right in front of her and not saying anything about it. I couldn't talk about that of course, because it'd just be weird, but maybe if I still couldn't bring it up in a conversation, I shouldn't be thinking about it. I love it when guys blush. She said, and predictably, my face flushed. "Well, you'll be getting your fix of it with me. You might even get sick of seeing me turn pink." I apologized beforehand just as I reached out to shake her arm in return.

She laughed and I felt my heart raise again, thumping hard and fast in my chest. I loved her laugh. It reminded me of bubbles. I pulled her closer to me, but immediately found myself feeling more nervous with the closeness. She was watching me, and I fought hard to avoid her dazzling hazel eyes, still biting back the smile that had come when she'd giggled. I knew I should have joined in with her, but it'd been so long since I laughed, I wasn't sure if I could anymore.

And then, all of a sudden, I was being hugged, told I was adorable. I couldn't even attempt to hide this blush or the wide flash of a grin that came after it. I was slightly lighter than a tomato for a span of five or six seconds before my pale skin slowly came back to it's normal tone. God, that laugh again. I would never be able to stay away. Kisa was irresistible, the first girl to ever tell me I was anywhere near cute, the first one to hug me without feeling awkward. I was actually getting pretty excited. "D-do you wanna take a walk? I want to go see the football field and stuff." I asked shyly, aiming to pick her up and carry her half the way there if she agreed. Not at all. She smiled and I grinned. Oh. The road, and the looking down. Damnit. She'd picked up on it. Not that I'd been at all reserved about it, it was like the muscles in my neck just automatically honed my head in on the ground. "You're right. I should be looking at you. I don't know how long you'll stay." I smiled shyly, reaching out to ruffle her hair in an attempt to lighten the serious words I'd just spoken. Thinking back on it now, she'd seemed to react favorably to it earlier, and honestly, her hair was just so soft... And now that we were sitting closer together, I could smell it, too. Mmmm. I grinned down at her, smoothing back her bangs again, which seemed to be perpetually falling in her face.

"MEET" Christopher Scott Swane
"YOU JUST READ" 673 words
"LOOKING LIKE" HERE[/color]
"THIS POST IS" complete! =3
This is my sunshine (my 4th sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.
Lyrics c) Chris Thile, On Ice. Icon credit to Purple Elephants at Livejournal. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always.
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[Carrie Huntington]

"Well, you'll be getting your fix of it with me. You might even get sick of seeing me turn pink."

Kisa smirked and shook her head softly. "No, that probably wouldn't be for forever anyway. When I get sick of it, I mean. It takes a lot to make me un-entertained." She smiled. One thing to notice about Kisa: she loves to smile and laugh. Piss her off and you'll regret it. Hell, even when she's about ready to kill someone she'll smile. But it's one of those smiles that makes your eyes big and you get the instinctive feeling to run. Something you just didn't want to experience. The funny thing is, though, there's a fine line to cross between good and bad mood. There's no middle ground.

But for now, she was a happy camper. Seeing his blush as she started to retract from the hug, she could only wonder what would happen if someone kissed him or something. He'd look like a cute little cherry. The thought made a soft grin play with the corners of her pink lips. She'd have to test that theory out one of these days. Or ask him if that happens. Wait, seeing how shy he is, has he ever let anyone kiss him? Or kissed anyone himself. Her eyebrows pulled together lightly thinking of that. Why was she thinking of this again? She forgot. Damn memory. Her eyes floated back to Chris, though, as he asked if she wanted to take a walk. Her hazel eyes blinked her long lashes once with curiousity. Did he play football?

Before she answered, she let him speak again. Kisa's eyebrows pulled together as he finished. "...don't know how long you'll stay." Was there a meaning to that? Did he honestly think she was the kind of friend to just leave and never come back? No way. Hell, even if she was dead she'd come back as a ghost to visit. Her eyebrows shot up as he ruffled her hair. She hadn't been paying attention again. A gentler look crossed her face with a light pink covering her cheeks as he smoothed her bangs. She could see the blonde tips of her brown hair and she wondered why he kept touching her hair. A small smile replaced her gentle expression, though, as she snatched up his hand and thought of an excuse. "C'mon! I thought you wanted to take a walk!" she said as she tried to yank him away from his truck before letting go of his hand once he decided to get up.

Kisa smiled and started skipping down to the field, a little intimidated by his height. Did he just have to be so damn tall!? As she got down to the field, her body turned around to stop and wait for Chris, smile still bright until she finally realized he was actually almost a foot taller. A pouty look crossed her face. "Either you're too tall, or I'm just fun-sized," she said, looking him up and down for a second. Kisa always despised the word short, so she never used it. It was always "smaller than you" or "fun-sized" or "travel-sized." Never short. Her looked disappeared, though, and she turned around to start walking, wondering what to talk about next as she went along.

[` carter alyssa westwood]

chris ,

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young and with no clue, and i want to love you
give me the key to what it's about.
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[/b] smiled as she said this, gently, unlike the crazy grin that seemed to be perpetually on my face when I was around her. She wasn't going to be annoyed with me, at least not for long. Maybe she wasn't going to run away, which was what I feared the most in this moment. Or that she'd have a wreck on that damn motorcycle. It was so cliche for me to fear her leaving me in a crash like Laney did, but I couldn't help being scared. I'd found something I wanted to hold onto for the first time in months, and I'd do whatever I could to protect her.

She didn't seem to mind my fingers through her hair again, a small smile crossing her face. I grinned in response, always giving back more than I got in return. I figured I'd found a weakness of some sorts. She didn't blush at anything else, and though I was a shy boy, I still had my male ego. I liked to feel like I was leading in the relationship. Still, I didn't mind when she took my hand and began dragging me toward the stadium. I was a little hesitant at first, but just as I got accustomed to the warmth of her hand, she dropped it and began to skip away. Such conflicting emotions. I wanted to smile at her childish actions and allow her to go along, I wanted to call her back for fear of crying without her. I was still so fragile. I hated to be alone, many of my waking moments were spent with the memories I had left of Laney. In the wreck, I'd suffered a concussion. Nothing more. What a small price to pay compared to what had been asked of her. It had wiped out many of my memories around the day of the wreck, the few before, and the few after. At least the ones that weren't important. I still remember trying to carry Laney out of the passenger door and realizing she was dead. I remembered bawling my eyes out as I waited for the EMTs to arrive and tell me what I already knew. It was too late. I remembered leaning in to where she lay on the cold, hard ground and finally kissing her lips, wishing I'd had the courage to do it while she was still alive.

While Kisa had practically raced to the field, I'd followed behind, walking at a slightly quick pace. She'd had to wait for me, but not too terribly long. My legs were longer than hers, I covered more ground. Gosh, she was a bundle of energy. "Nah, I'm just a giant." I said, laughing. She turned around to walk again, and I came up behind her to sweep the girl up in my arms. "Yep. I was right. You don't weigh too much." I laughed, playfully swinging her back and forth in my arms like I was cradling a child. Even though I'd made the decision to hold her myself, I blushed as if it were unexpected. We reached the field, my feet sinking into the shiny, artificial grass. "I know it seems kind of unlikely that a guy like me could play football... But I think I'm going to try out for the team anyway." I said, rambling. I honestly wasn't sure what to talk about, and was kind of nervous again. She probably didn't want to talk to me all that much, either.[/color]

"MEET" Christopher Scott Swane
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This is my sunshine (my 5th sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.
Lyrics c) Nickel Creek, Young. Icon credit to Purple Elephants at Livejournal. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always.
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[Kisa Fairly]

A huff of air was taken into her lungs before letting out with a surprised shriek at being swept off her feet. Kisa's tanned arms wrapped around his neck softly to make herself feel like she wouldn't fall. It wasn't that long of a fall, but she didn't need any bruises at the moment. She started laughing along with him as he swung her around playfully. Kisa wasn't usually picked up or anything because they were either afraid of her, or they just didn't think it was normal or something like that. She felt happy, though, that he was playfully enough to swing her around as if she were his dad. Now, she never knew her dad, but she always imagined something of the sorts where a father has his little girl in his arms and swings her around playfully. It just seemed like a classic moment in her mind.

As he came to a stop, she smiled up at him with playfulness written on her face, her arms still around his neck loosely. Kisa watched him curiously though as he blushed and began rambling. So he did like football. Or at least wanted to play for the team. Kisa was more of a Volleyball, Softball type. Though football was always fun with friends. But that wasn't what interested her. He blushed, again, from physical contact. Was he not used to playing around with girls either? She nodded, to show she was listening as he finished, but something struck her mind and she almost grinned. She held it back, though, as she didn't want to give anything away to what she was thinking. Maybe it was time to test out her theory?

Her hazel eyes shot Chris a curious look. "You always blush when your touching someone else..." she tilted her head curiously. "Have you never had a girlfriend or something? 'Cause I don't know, it just kind of seemed like it to me when I hugged you and you blushed and then I compliment you and you still blush and I don't know," she started talking really fast, either confusing him or not making any sense at all. She let a soft laugh slip through. "You've never been kissed, no?" she asked with a tilt of her head. A gentle look crossed her face and she spoke before he could. "Hmm... maybe I could be your first kiss?" she asked, her face getting closer slowly. She felt something unexpected, though. Her heart leaped into her throat and she stopped, cracked a smile, and started laughing softly.

She had judged the height from where she was in his arms as he had been swinging her around. She could easily do a backflip from there. So Kisa put all of her weight onto her legs and pushed off his other arm, curling up in a ball as she flipped around and landed on her feet, knees bent. She stood up straight and smiled at him. "But that wouldn't mean anything to you, so I won't steal it," she explained, hoping she hadn't freaked him out by flipping out of his arms. She smiled brightly and started laughing again. "I could be a cheerleader if I wanted," she said, feeling like laughing to death at the thought of actually being one. She was glad she immediatly went to a different subject, though, her heart finally back where it belonged. Why had it jumped, anyway?

[ooc]hehe she's very flexible, and likes to show off now and then. so i had to add the backflip XD[/ooc]

[` carter alyssa westwood]

chris ,

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everything i've read and everything you've said
proves you're over my head, help me climb out
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[/b][/color]ery easily, her tanned arms wrapped around my neck. It seemed so casual, such a simple thing to do, but it seemed to be a return of affection to me. Either way, if she'd meant it in that way or not, I could feel my heart flying. She laughed along with me, pleased to tempt me with that bubbly giggle. I wanted to kiss her, she was asking for it, but that wasn't really a possibility. At least, I didn't think so right now.

You always blush when you're touching someone else... she'd said. I hated turning pink at everything she said, but I seemed to have an abundancy of blood running through my veins. She spoke so quickly, the words rolling off her tongue, that I almost couldn't understand her. Sped-up English sounded a hell of a lot like a different language. Yet, unfortunately, I'd heard the words that made me feel so awkward. Still, I tried to answer her question. "Uhm ... n-not really? I got close ... Once." My voice was high and tight for a guy, hot around the collar verbatim. I stared down at her, in my arms, her hazel eyes glistening and my heart pounded out rebelliously. Tell her that you'd like to actually make it this time ... with her, it wanted me to say, but I had a stronger mind than I had heart. It used to be vice versa, but Laney had broken the latter. "You just ... you just make me nervous." I smiled gently, but it didn't reach my eyes. I was too anxious to really be happy right now. And yet, as if she couldn't see how terribly uncomfortable this was making me, she continued on. Not that I didn't appreciate it, but it was only a matter of minutes before I tripped or something and dropped her. I didn't want to hurt Kisa.

Oh, God. The first kiss question. The guys in the locker could never believe it, they'd all had theirs when they were twelve at the latest. I didn't understand why it was so bad, I just wanted to wait for someone serious to come along. And I would have kissed Laney eventually. That's what I'd been planning to do when I took her out for that drive. But a Chevy had rammed into the passenger side and interrupted that plan of mine. "Oh, God, Kisa." I said. "I-I don't know." I stammered. Before I could make up my mind however, she delicately extricated herself from the conversation, backflipping out of my arms. Huh. She was stronger than I'd thought, the little Italian biker chick.

"No, no ... It'd mean something to me, of course it would, Kisa." I said nervously, my hand at the back of my neck. She grinned, happy again, suggesting that she could be a cheerleader if she felt so inclined. "I'm sure you could. You've got the pretty face for it and everything." I blushed. I hadn't even meant to say that. God, I was a jerk. It just ... kinda slipped. "If you were, would you come out here while I was playing and cheer me on?" I grinned, approaching her once more to shyly wrap my arms around her loosely. Very carefully, I bent down and kissed her cheek. "I'll make a bet with you that I won't have my first kiss by my eighteenth birthday." I grinned, blue eyes locking with her hazel ones. Hopefully, she'd take that gamble and make sure she won.

"MEET" Christopher Scott Swane
"YOU JUST READ" 584 words
"LOOKING LIKE" HERE
"THIS POST IS" complete!
This is my sunshine (my 6th sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.
Lyrics c) Nickel Creek, Young. Icon credit to Purple Elephants at Livejournal. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always.
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[Kisa Fairly]

One good thing about being foreign: you can speak English really fast. Kisa'd always thought Americans spoke really slow, especially the old ones, but she'd find some now and again who spoke as fast as she did. She wasn't sure that Chris had gotten what she'd said, but he answered with what sounded like an answer to her question. Not really? That confused her. How was a relationship 'not really?' Her eyes sparked curiousity about the person he'd been close to. Where was she? But she had a feeling that she shouldn't ask. Something about his face when he said that just made her not want to speak her mind for once. Did something bad happen between them? Or just to her?

"You just... you just make me nervous." The statement intrigued her. Nervous, eh? Her eyebrows pulled together. "How? I'm not going to hurt you or anything. Don't worry," she said reassuringly. She always thought people meant that when they said nervous. She'd broken people's faces before, so she didn't blame them! As her face had gotten closer to his, he stammered and that's when she laughed, not at him, but herself, before flipping away from his arms as if she was some sort of super hero. But, hey. Backflips and cartwheels and bungee jumping was fun. But jumping over something while on your motorcycle was not fun... always. She was almost tempted to look at the scar on her shoulder just thinking of the nasty crash.

"No, no ... It'd mean something to me, of course it would, Kisa." She felt as though something stabbed her in the stomach just then. Well, that's how she thought of butterflies. Okay, so he wouldn't mind Kisa being his first kiss? She didn't reply though, just looked at him thoughtfully. One eyebrow shot up at the sound of him speaking of a Kisa cheerleader. She started to laugh softly, not wanting to offend the idea, but really. Kisa? A cheerleader? That wasn't possible. She got quiet though as he asked her if she were one that would she cheer him on. A confused face pulled at her features. "Of course I would, if I was a cheerleader. Instead, I'll just come to show them all up," she said with a soft smile playing at the corners of her soft lips.

As he neared her, though, she watched, eyebrow raised with curiousity. He wrapped his arms around her just then and she blinked, eyes widened partially. He bent down, and she was almost completely sure he was going to take her up on her offer of being his first kiss. The his lips just brushed her cheek and she bit back the desire to blush. She listened to his bet and a partially clouded look filled her eyes. First kiss by eighteen? Hell, she could win that bet right now. Their eyes met, though, and she couldn't find the will power to lean towards him. Instead, a challenging look filled her eyes. "You're on." A grin planted itself on her lips. This would be easy.

[`* chris scott swane.]

chris ,

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it's not like i want to get married, i never asked you
to kiss me, just don't want you to be sorry you didn't try.
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[/b][/color] shook my head. I wasn't scared of her. Maybe I had been at first, but she'd shaped up to be quite a sweet girl. "No, no ... It's kind of the other way around. I'm scared I'll hurt you." I half expected her to laugh at this. Sure, the wimpy, tall blond boy was going to just break her arm. But I didn't mean it like that. Maybe I was drawing her into something she didn't need. After all, I couldn't see how a relationship with me would be beneficial to anyone. I shrugged just before she flipped out of my arms, wondering if I should tell her the story of Laney Davis and I, unsolicited. But I held back. If she asked about it, she would get to hear it. If she had any interest in learning about my almost ex-girlfriend, she would know it. And I would try my best not to cry in front of the girl I was about to try and replace her with.

She looked nervous herself. Maybe somewhere in the depths of her infamous 'female intuition' she could sense that I wasn't a good guy. That I'd probably end up hurting her in the end. Nervous, but not scared. That hurt. It was just like it'd been with Laney. I was a sweet looking guy, just waiting to draw a girl in and kill her. Or that's the monster I viewed myself as. I grinned, happy to have a distraction from this self-degradation. "Then you better." I laughed. She was so cute, I almost wanted to pinch her cheeks, perfectly appropriate for the Italian girl she was. "I want you to have a sign and everything." I grinned. Once again with the hair ruffling; she seemed to be immune to anything else.

I waited with a baited breath for her reaction to this bet, but she didn't move in the way I'd expected. I sighed, hoping it wasn't too obvious that I'd been let down. Still, there was a sense of bravery hidden somewhere in me. That same courage that had told me to pull Laney from the broken, burning car and try and breathe life back into her limp body. The same courage that had driven me to attend her funeral when I knew I'd already said my goodbyes and didn't have to torture myself with that beautiful face again. And if I'd accomplished those things, I knew I could have my first ... well, first real kiss with Kisa Fairly. "Alright. Five bucks on the table, then." I smirked mischeviously, my heart ramming in my chest, anxious for what I was about to do. God, did it sound weird if I said I didn't know what it was going to feel like? I wanted it to be perfect. It had to be. For a moment, I wondered if I was rushing things too much. I'd always wanted to have my first with a girl that I was going to spend a long time with afterwards. I didn't know if Kisa would stick around, but if she didn't, I'd follow her around like a little puppy. Whatever she did, I would be there, always trying to keep that promise of committment. Very slowly, I leaned my face in toward her. An abnormally long moment of hesitation put space between our lips. I breathed heavily, my eyes opening slightly to find hers. She was waiting impatiently for what I'd come too far to go back on. I almost wanted to, but there was no point in pulling away now. I dove in, finding that my lips were incredibly gentle, and hers were soft and receptive in response. I tried not to laugh out of pure excitement and joy rushing through my body. I had to bend down to kiss her, but that honestly didn't matter. It wasn't that long of a way down. My hands played through her hair for awhile, noting that this was becoming exceptionally long for a first kiss, but if I had to run out of air before I pulled away, it wouldn't matter. Slipping a bill from my pocket, I ran my hand down to hers and opened hers, sliding the five dollars into her warm palm. I pulled away, breathless and all smiles. "You win." I smiled, blushing as red as a cherry, just as she'd predicted, gesturing down at the money in her hand. It had been perfect. And though I knew Laney would have liked to kill me for it, something made me think she'd be happy - in a way - about this too.

"MEET" Christopher Scott Swane
"YOU JUST READ" 769 words
"LOOKING LIKE" HERE
"THIS POST IS" complete!
This is my sunshine (my 7th sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.
Lyrics c) Nickel Creek, Young. Icon credit to Purple Elephants at Livejournal. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always.
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[Kisa Fairly]

Kisa laughed softly as he said she'd better for the cheerleading thing. She smiled. Of course she would. She nodded when he mentioned a sign and she couldn't help but laugh again. "I promise," she said, holding up her pinky for a pinky swear. She was such a little kid at heart. Pinky swears, secret handshakes, skipping around, monkeybars, junglegyms, slides. She loved all of that. She wondered, though, if she had gotten from her mom or dad. She interrupted her thoughts though. "I'll make a sign as soon as school starts," she said with a laugh at the end of it.

The way his face seemed to be expecting something from her caught Kisa off-guard. Then disapointment fluttered over his face and she felt like she was going to just hug him or something. He was so obviously waiting for her to kiss him. He spoke again, though, and her eyebrows pulled together. Money? He didn't need to bet any money. Now she just felt bad for when she would win. She didn't think it was the right time, though, but guys where always so pushy. Kisa was still surprised, though, as he leaned down towards her now. Holy shit. Her eyes watched his face as it neared her, and she didn't like the hesitation. She started leaning in herself, but he started getting closer again anyway. Their lips touched and it was like a firework had been set off in her stomach. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled herself closer on instinct.

His fingers twined into her hair and she couldn't help, but smile against the kiss with the joy that just made her heart skip a beat or two. Kisa was out of breath when he was, though, and smiled at him When he pulled away. She let her arms drop as she was sure he wanted to stand straight again, but he slipped five bucks into her hands then. A blush lightly covered her cheeks and she looked up at giggled. He was a cute cherry. "Do you think... I could win again?" she asked with an innocent, but amused look as she egded a bit closer. Maybe she liked him more than she thought..