Ok, last one was funny. . . but I'm taking a serious turn. . . or so you
could call it. PLEASE DON'T FLAME! If you don't like the story, don't read
it! Constructive criticism is certainly welcome! But I don't need to hear
that my story sucks! No one does!
Oh, is it Port Royal or Port Royale? I think the latter looks more sophisticated (lol) so I used it.
Ok, people, I had someone review on this, these people are REINCARNATES!!!! Got it? Thanks for asking Airelothwen!
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Will looked out the window at the parking lot from his stuffy calculus classroom. Platonic hug was it? It sure as hell didn't look that way to him.
Was Jack going straight?
Will could see it happening. Eva- well now Eve, was just like Jack. Just as beautiful as Jack. Her eyes were the only thing that was terribly different was their eyes (and their sexes but Will wasn't getting into that in his head). Jack's eyes were a warm, playful, mischevious brown. Eve's were gray. . . a cold, distant gray. A gray that held pain, wisdom.
In all truths, if he hadn't witnessed it, he couldn't imagine Eve touching anyone. Let alone hugging. Maybe. . .
What if Jack was THAT special to her?
But they had only just met!
What if a moment was all it took? It was all it took Will when Jack first arrived at Port Royale, two years ago.
But that wasn't real, was it. Not now. Now Jack had Eve.
Will shook his head. Jack, well, Jack was gay. Jack was his. Eve was a newcomer.
But why did Will feel so threatened by her?
***
Jack was on the gym floor, stretching. . . kind of. Actually, he was feigning a break from sit-ups and staring at the ceiling. Normally, this routine would consist of thinking of Will.the fun they would have after school *devilish smile*. But today, there was something new. Many new things. To think about, that is.
Eve.
But not just Eve. Eve's sad gray eyes, Eve's comma-shaped lips. Eve's long lashes, braiding hair, dark make-up, pale skin. But most of all was the feeling Jack got when Eve was in his arms. It was a chilling warmth when Jack had been cold for so long. Will didn't give it to him. Eve did.
Will didn't need him. He could find another lover. But Jack.Jack knew that his options were a little more limited. And he didn't know why.
But what Jack knew at that moment was that he wanted to see Eve.
Silently he stood, and exited the gym. He stripped down in the locker room and put his own clothes on, throwing the yellow and blue outfit in his gym locker. He grabbed his bookbag out of the locker and slung it over one shoulder, shook his dreadlocks out of the way. Looking at them he was reminded even more of the short girl and the wild, self-done braids that fell to her waist.
He thought about the stone that glittered on her nose, her dark rimmed eyes and irises. He thought about her ivory-pale skin that was smoother than satin and rose petals. He thought about her soft comma-lips, about how they might feel on his own.
And he thought about her cold, cold gray eyes turning green.
***
Eve stood and walked to the door. The lavatory pass hung on a neon yellow string that was dangling from a tack on the bulleton board. Also on the board was a list of new students. Seeing her name, she took her eyeliner out of her deep pockets and blotted it out with the dark make-up.
She wandered slowly down the hall, stopping at her locker and shoving a few random things into her bag. Tossing it over her shoulder, she sauntered down the hall towards the bathrooms. She non-chalantly tossed the string over the water fountain and turned on her heels back towards the stairs.
To no point. As soon as she turned the corner into the stairwell, she ran into a black-garmented body.
Shaking away the pounding in her head, she looked up.
"Jack?"
Oh, is it Port Royal or Port Royale? I think the latter looks more sophisticated (lol) so I used it.
Ok, people, I had someone review on this, these people are REINCARNATES!!!! Got it? Thanks for asking Airelothwen!
**************************************************************************** *
Will looked out the window at the parking lot from his stuffy calculus classroom. Platonic hug was it? It sure as hell didn't look that way to him.
Was Jack going straight?
Will could see it happening. Eva- well now Eve, was just like Jack. Just as beautiful as Jack. Her eyes were the only thing that was terribly different was their eyes (and their sexes but Will wasn't getting into that in his head). Jack's eyes were a warm, playful, mischevious brown. Eve's were gray. . . a cold, distant gray. A gray that held pain, wisdom.
In all truths, if he hadn't witnessed it, he couldn't imagine Eve touching anyone. Let alone hugging. Maybe. . .
What if Jack was THAT special to her?
But they had only just met!
What if a moment was all it took? It was all it took Will when Jack first arrived at Port Royale, two years ago.
But that wasn't real, was it. Not now. Now Jack had Eve.
Will shook his head. Jack, well, Jack was gay. Jack was his. Eve was a newcomer.
But why did Will feel so threatened by her?
***
Jack was on the gym floor, stretching. . . kind of. Actually, he was feigning a break from sit-ups and staring at the ceiling. Normally, this routine would consist of thinking of Will.the fun they would have after school *devilish smile*. But today, there was something new. Many new things. To think about, that is.
Eve.
But not just Eve. Eve's sad gray eyes, Eve's comma-shaped lips. Eve's long lashes, braiding hair, dark make-up, pale skin. But most of all was the feeling Jack got when Eve was in his arms. It was a chilling warmth when Jack had been cold for so long. Will didn't give it to him. Eve did.
Will didn't need him. He could find another lover. But Jack.Jack knew that his options were a little more limited. And he didn't know why.
But what Jack knew at that moment was that he wanted to see Eve.
Silently he stood, and exited the gym. He stripped down in the locker room and put his own clothes on, throwing the yellow and blue outfit in his gym locker. He grabbed his bookbag out of the locker and slung it over one shoulder, shook his dreadlocks out of the way. Looking at them he was reminded even more of the short girl and the wild, self-done braids that fell to her waist.
He thought about the stone that glittered on her nose, her dark rimmed eyes and irises. He thought about her ivory-pale skin that was smoother than satin and rose petals. He thought about her soft comma-lips, about how they might feel on his own.
And he thought about her cold, cold gray eyes turning green.
***
Eve stood and walked to the door. The lavatory pass hung on a neon yellow string that was dangling from a tack on the bulleton board. Also on the board was a list of new students. Seeing her name, she took her eyeliner out of her deep pockets and blotted it out with the dark make-up.
She wandered slowly down the hall, stopping at her locker and shoving a few random things into her bag. Tossing it over her shoulder, she sauntered down the hall towards the bathrooms. She non-chalantly tossed the string over the water fountain and turned on her heels back towards the stairs.
To no point. As soon as she turned the corner into the stairwell, she ran into a black-garmented body.
Shaking away the pounding in her head, she looked up.
"Jack?"