July, Chapter two

The duo sat on a curb outside of the store. Above them, trees rustled with the movement of a small gust of wind, warm to the touch. The young man balanced himself back on the palm of one hand, taking a deep drink from the bottle of sweet black liquid, his head facing straight towards the nearly-invisible stars. Next to him, Meagan was hunched over, both of her hands tightly wrapped around the bottle, and she took a small, but satisfying drink. For a minute, the silence, though not uncomfortable continued.

Suddenly, the boy stood up, and motioned to be followed. She complied hastily, brushing dust off the backside of her shorts with one hand. He tilted the bottle in his hand, and looked discontentedly at the eighth of the contents left. Shrugging, he lobbed the bottle towards a nearby trashcan, bouncing it off of the rim as the contents magnificently sprayed on the sidewalk.
"My legs are starting to feel stiff", said the boy, walking around in smallish circles for no logical reason.
"Well then... what are we doing hanging around here?" replied Meagan, gazing out into the darkness down the center of the street. "Let's go for a walk or something... besides, aren't I supposed to be keeping up with you?

He smiled back at her, and without saying a word, began slowly walking down the sidewalk, even his relaxed pace having almost a hop to it, a slow, simple undenyable vitality. As Meagan caught up to him, he began to speak, his voice like his walk, mature, but with telltale signs of rambunctious youthfullness.
"So, why is it you won't tell me your name, exactly?" She asked, "I mean, what is it you're trying to prove, that is?"

"It's just one of those things, y'know? I mean, in day to day life, I'm just me. Here though, I'm someone remarkable. I'm a fucked-up, strange... enigma. If you don't know what I am, then your guesswork will make any details..." He stopped, trailing off to look at a small patch of flowers growing in a yard adjacent to him. With no regard for the owners of the home, he marched across the grass, as Meagan stood, her mouth in a half smile, watching this boy as he picked a single yellow flower, spun around, walked back across the grass, and handed it to her.

"Talk is cheap, and I was thinking- You wanna go see the stars? I know a place just outside of town we could head off to, if your up for it."

"Yeah. Let's go"

Lonely Haiku

He runs his fingers
Through her golden-coloured hair
Heartbeats

Carolina

And I'm off on another adventure!

Thunderstorm

There is a thunderstorm raging oustide. Rain, lightning, wind, the whole nine yards.
I like thunderstorms. So powerful, yet peaceful

Dark Horizons

I love looking out at cities during the night, and seeing all the cars, and lights and streets.
It's funny, every single little light is symbolic of a life, in a sort of way. Every lightbulb has a person under it, a person with a face, and a family, and a personality. A man or a woman, or maybe even a child who lies, loves, yells, dreams and likes to sleep in sometimes. I love such a vast span of life that I can see so openly. Sometimes, when we look at crowds of people, we have tendencies to drown in our own solipsism, and that idea in itself seems strange to me. It's beautiful to embrace consciousness and humanity on a larger scale, y'know?

Anyways, that's all for tonight. Just some short ramblings. Comment, share your own thoughts, and have a lovely evening, every single one of you

Judging a Book...

I have a friend who mentions to me every now and again being drawn to certain people based on the interesting clothing they may be wearing, or their certain mannerisms. Generally, I dismiss her behavior as just a little tick, but something like that happened to me today.
My outfit was a stranger one, a gray hoodie with a Tron-esque armor print, cargo shorts, blue suede Converse shoes, and a Cowboy hat I had recently purchased. I was walking along the beach when I hear a voice call out "NICE HAT!" as two girls ran over to me, and hastily took my picture. They then proceed to chat with me, and although it was a brief conversation, I realized that simply my appearance drew the two over. It was bizarre, but made me feel good about my fashion decision.

That is all. Also, it should be noted that Americans are crazy when it comes to the 4th of July

July

The two figures ran, silhouetted against, and then briefly illuminated by the street lights above them. A small trail of water droplets jumped off of their bodies and splattered to the ground, to a puddle underneath the smaller of the two, a young woman, no more then twenty who had stopped, and was bent over panting, her hands on her knees.

The water forced her blue long-sleeved shirt to hug to her frame, giving away the slight curves of her body, which were even more articulated by the light above. Her hair hung over her face, hiding her forehead and eyes until she stood upright, as she pulled it behind her shoulders. Her breath dictated the speed of her words being spoken, as the grin across her face subtracted from what would otherwise be serious words.

"Do you think anybody actually saw us?"

"Honestly, I don't think so.", came the reply from her counterpart, an average-height young man with blonde hair that hung halfways down his neck. His voice was lighthearted, and of eager spirits, but with an air of leadership and caution. He was equally as soaked as the young woman next to him, and although several years younger, he appeared somewhat more in his element. He scratched his chin and cocked his head to the right and looked off into the shadowy distance.

"So... Now what?" He asked to the crisp night air, relishing in the confused delight of his companion.

"Well, if we don't have anything that needs to be done, I'm starting to feel a little thirsty..." Came a quiet reply from the girl.

Without warning, the young man grabbed her hand and began running along the sidewalk, with a small yelp, she tried to keep up with him. Her sandals making uneven slapping sounds against the concrete, whereas the young man's stride was more even, and his footsteps nearly silent against the ground.

"That pool thing was quite the stunt!" She said o him, their moderate pace perfect for a disjointed sort of conversation, the type where body language and movement says even more than the words that are actually spoken. "Do you take all the girls out here?"

"Only the cute ones," He laughed as the sticky-sweet words poured out his mouth, and he consciously realized that he was the ironic portrait of a modern romantic. "Ah, there it is, just up ahead.' The two slowed their pace as they approached the parking lot of a twenty-four hour convenience store. The place looked grim at best, the florescent lights on the ceiling casting a sickly green glow onto them as they entered the store. Silently, the walked to the cooler in the back, no longer holding hands, but both halfways wanting to, not out of romance, but of comfort in such an unfamilliar environment.

"So, I didn't actually get your name" Said the girl absentmindedly, her body mostly dry by this point, but still somewhat damp to the touch. She reached inside of the cooler and grabbed a Coca-Cola that expired two days ago, which she noticed as she checked the label. She held it up for the boy to take, and he did as she simultaneously grabbed a second one for herself. "Care to elaborate?"

"Hmm..." He thought out loud. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal- for tonight, for just a couple more hours, if you can keep up with me, I'll let you in." A genuine smile crept across his face as he held out his hand in some excessively formal gesture, seeming somewhat prone to the symbolic nature of things.

"You've got it" She replied, taking his hand again, and looking him straight in his brown eyes. "I'm Meagan"