The sun rose into the sky, its light washing away all darkness that had once bin night. The once bright stars retreated and the moon fled (abandoning the sky).
Slowly the suns light crept onto the ground, creeping over a small town, it slunk on still, past an untold number of identical, two floored houses. It wound its way through dirt streets between houses and, rushed towards a white, double floored house. It flew into a small opened window and rushed across a small room, spreading onto a small bed.
A large mass squirmed under the covers, then suddenly a head popped out from under the sheets; a young 15-year-old boy pressed his eyelids closed tightly. His blonde hair was spiked up messily. Yawning he opened his eyes, there baby-blue irises caught the sunlight perfectly, so that they sparkled brilliantly.
Grumbling the boy threw aside his sheets and stood out of his bed, he was clothed but only in green boxer shorts.
" Blake!" a soft female voice called from outside the boy's bedroom door. "Are you awake?"
The boy blinked sleepily still in a daze. He stared at his door still registering the girl's question.
"Yes…" he mumbled groggily.
Blake stretched widely as his door's knob turned and then, opened. A young girl walked into the room, she was 14 or possibly 13, and by her appearance this was the correct age. The girl wore a silk, pink nightgown that was so thin that the buds of her nipples were visible through the fabric. Her hair was pale white, but died a soft pink along it's edges. She stared into Blake's eyes with her white ones.
"Good morning Emily." Blake muttered, stepping forward to hug the girl gently. She nuzzled her head into is shoulder, then pressed her pale lips onto his neck.
"Did you miss me last night?"
Blake gently cupped Emily's face in his hands and lifted it to his, pressing there lips together harder than the first time.
"Of course." The boy said with a small smile. "You know I can't sleep well without my albino next to me."
Emily pulled away from him suddenly. Her white eyes were glazed with tears.
Blake's smile faded as he took the girl back into his arms. He kissed her brow lovingly, "I'm sorry Em. I know you don't like being called that." He pressed his lips once more to hers, slowly he moved his hands down to her hips, gently he led her through his room, to lay her upon his bed.
Her nightgown rode up to her thigh, under witch she was naked, Blake took advantage of this by sliding his hand between her legs, cupping her woman hood gently. The girl arched her self into Blake's hand, deepening there kiss lustfully. Hungry for more, the boy tore Emily's gown off, baring her soft, pink nippled breasts, to his greedy hands. That was one of the things Blake loved most about Emily, her whole body was pale, except for her silky nipples.
"Blake…" Emily whispered, "Will you always be with me?"
Blake froze his mouth hovering over one of the girl's nipples. He gazed into her pale eyes, she asked this question every time they made love, Blake smiled softer than an angel as he told his lover what he did every time she asked this question.
It's never easy and you
Never know, what leaves
You crying, there ain't no
Way that I can hold it down,
Falling to pieces, forever
In doubt, but it's all right,
I'll tell you again,
How ill still be here when the
Heartache ends.
A young man sat silently in a soft tall backed chair, his spiky brown hair prickled with impatience. He sat in the middle of a small, circular white room, his eyes closed blissfully. A small door fixed to the wall before him was the only exit, and only entrance into the room. Slowly the boy opened his eyes, his brown irises glowing in the pale light that radiated from the very walls of the room.
The boy stood up slothfully, he wore black jeans and, a blue jacket with two yellow straps crossing over his black shirt covered chest. He reached out his hand to grab the door knob but jumped back as the door swung open, a tall young woman entered the room, her golden blonde hair flying behind her back, the crystal-blue irises of her eyes flared with rage.
"Seth!" she growled, curling her hand into fists, she wore a blue mini-skirt and a white spaghetti strap. Normally she was quite beautiful, but at the moment the boy named Seth found her anything but such.
"Kerra," Seth stuttered as he fell back into his chair.
"I don't want to hear it!" the girl barked, "Get outside, now!"
Seth sighed and stood again, cautiously he pushed past Kerra, he stood in the middle of a grassy field, behind him was a large bolder the size of a small house, a black hole was cut into it's side, from this unmerged Kerra, the hole disappeared in her wake.
"What the hell were you doing in there?" Kerra demanded, her hands arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You know that the room of sleep is completely off limits! No exceptions!"
Seth sighed again tilting his head back, letting the pale light of the moon wash over him.
"I know…" he muttered.
"Then why? Why do you come here?"
"Because when I sleep there I can see…"
Kerra smiled acwordly, "You can see just fine normally." She pointed out.
"I can see other worlds… places I wish I could go…"
Kerra's expression softened, she reached out her hand tentively, resting it on Seth's shoulder.
"Kerra…" Seth said in little more than a whisper. "I think I hate Astres…"
Kerra shuffled closer to the boy, moving her hand down from his shoulder to embrace him gently.
"It can't all be bad…" she mumbled, her head resting against his back. The boy was silent; Kerra closed her eyes calmly, listening as Seth's heart beat slowly.
"Is it alright if I stay with you tonight?" Kerra asked quietly.
"Yeah, as long as my mom doesn't catch us going up to my room."
"Seth?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you love me?"
Seth smiled softly, "More than you will ever know…"