A/N: The first two paragraphs of this were written at 10:00 at night, the rest when I was not fully conscience(in between 5:00 and 6:00. Pathetic.). It is overly descriptive, so don't hate me. Enjoy.
Imagine, if you will...
A simply dressed teenaged boy sits on a smooth, grassy ledge overlooking a lake. He pulls out a rather thick leather-bound book, pulls his hand-crafted bookmark out, and begins to read from the page he left off, not stopping to admire the scenery in front of which he has declared the perfect spot to indulge in his favorite pastime.
The boy is naturally well-tanned in a way that could only occur in others' fantasies, and what you would call "scrawny", rather tall but not so tall as to tower over the average man, with a head of unkempt shaggy brown hair swept away from his face so as to prevent it from blurring his sight of the page he so intently gazes upon, and draped ever so slightly down to his shoulders, yet it does not touch him. He is clad in a long white shirt rolled up to his elbows, a loose blue tunic of sorts worn below a rusted dark crimson vest, green shorts with pockets to hold many treasures, and boots that held up long enough to reach the top of this peak which he has climbed many times before. He has the chocolate eyes of someone with far more intelligence and understanding of the world than many mortals do. They are clouded, however, with cold indifference.
Another young man crests the hill, making sure not to provoke a sound from the figure he had spied from below, and gazes at the youth sitting before him. The new boy is in clothes meant for a larger creature, not one of his somewhat short, skinny stature. He has mousy short brown hair with long bangs swept away from the middle of his rosy yet not tan face, a memorable gap between his front teeth. His blue eyes are filled with optimism and almost-confidence, along with a fire that seems to never stagger while in the other boy's presence.
He sits beside his friend, his best friend, who is deep in his studies, and taps him on the shoulder.
"What is it, Cody? Can't you see I'm trying to read?" The first boy turns and faces the victim of his complaint, the clouds in his eyes parting slightly to show a small sign of pure emotion.
"Heh. Sorry Noah. I just wanted to tell you something…heh." He rubs the back of his neck and gives a nervous smile, like he wishes to be elsewhere, or doesn't feel prepared to present his statement.
"Well, get on with it, I don't have all day." Noah says with indifference, yet he hides a smile, small but a real, true smile, at seeing the friend that had been at the forefront of his thoughts.
The one called Cody's face grows red in embarrassment. He turns his head away so as to avert the burning yet cool gaze of his friend's dark eyes.
They sit in silence, staring at the glassy water below them, the only sounds being those made by the nature nearly surrounding them, the book being slowly closed…..
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