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The Italics mean a flashback version
"Reed!" Johnny yelled as he still held Lena's wrist together. "Reed!"
"SURPRISE!"' Ben jumped out. Both Johnny and Lena screamed. Lena put her hands up to her mouth as her eyes widened. As Johnny winced, holding his arms in front of his head. Ben stood there dripping wet with small sparks of fire trying to survive. Johnny slowly grabbed Lena's hands and pulled them down
"Let's…Let's keep these down here." He said. "REED!" Reed came running in with Sue at his heels.
"What's wro…ooo!?" Reed said as he saw Ben.
"Yeah." Both Lena and Johnny said nodding their heads rapidly.
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A young girl, no older than thirteen, sat alone. Her hair was up in a twisted bun with two elegant black chopsticks in between. To match she had on a black hip length top, the patterns of the ancient culture it had come from danced along her slender body with a pair of dark jeans.
She stared blankly out towards the sunset, her feet dangling over the edge of the roof top.
"How long you planning on standing there?" She said without looking back. A boy, about her age stood the stunned. His big blues eyes searched the rooftop he came to every year on that particular day. Searching for the comfort he need that day. The comfort that neither his sister nor father, no matter how hard they'd tried, could not give. He slowly made his way to the edge.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. From what he knew, no one except him came to this roof top.
"I could ask you the same thing?" The girl mumbled back, her gaze still looking out towards the sunset. The blonde haired boy looked the girl up and down.
"So…what are you? Some kind of Goth or something?" he sighed. To his surprise the girl laughed.
"No…No I'm not Goth." She said. This girl was something. "What are you mister- sweatpants-torn t-shirt?" The boy shrugged sadly.
"Didn't see the point in much effort today." He sadly replied.
"Neither did I, but he loved it when I dressed up. Said it made me looked so grown up. Which one is it for you?" She smiled at the memory.
"What?" The boy said.
"Which one did you lose?" She finally looked at him. He saw her green eyes, red from the concealed tears.
"My mom." He finally said. "You?"
"My dad." She replied. She attempted a small smile as she looked up to the sky. "He was a pilot." Why was he so suddenly drawn to her? What was he opening up to her?
"What happened?" The boy asked.
"He flew all around the world." Why was she allowing herself to talk to him? She barely talked to anyone about him…What made this boy different from the rest? "His favorite place to was Japan…and Greece were he was from." She took a second to sniff. TO the boy's surprise he was clinging to every word she spoke, trying to stop his own tears. "He um…He had to fly a small charter plane to Paris…something went wrong with the engines. They nose dived into an open field." This time she wiped her eyes as the mascara flowed down her cheek. "Both pilots were dead."
"I'm sorry." The boy whispered.
"What's your story?" the girl looked at him.
"My mom died from a car crash." The boy looked down. It was no use fighting the tears. The girl stared at him.
"Why are you angry?" She asked.
"I'm not." The boy lied. She noticed his left eyebrow twitch. She stared at him until he couldn't continue to look at her. "Why is it that she had to go?! Don't you ever think about that?!" He snapped at her. She returned her gaze back to the sun.
"Everyday," She answered. "But if my dad and that other pilot hadn't taken that nose dive, there would be a hell of a lot more people here on this tiny roof." She sighed before she smiled. The boy smiled as well at the thought.
So every year on that particular day,, the two would meet alone, on that roof top, to find the comfort they each seek.
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The eyes of the young girl who would dress up on that day of her father's death walked into ther room. Everyone had agreed to start the test in the morning. Her eyes narrowed onto the somewhat small package with a bow and card on her bed. Picking up the card she smiled as she read it.
'Yes, Smartass, I didn't get so bored today. Happy Birthday, Johnny'
She opened the package to find a small guitar and pick.
A/N: WOW OK…IF THAT WASN'T GOOD EMOTION THEN I MIGHT AS WELL ROLL OVER AND DIE! GOD…OK REVIEW TIME…HIT ME!
