Hey- still on the prowl for more frickin reviews. C'mon people- do it for
captain spoon bear man! (He's in the next story.. Heh Heh) The song happens
to be by a little ol' band called Oasis. The song title? Champagne
Supernova.
Kat had time to wonder for a moment if she was ever to catch up with Rowan, if he was always to win the race, before jumping down after him. She hit the water hard, splashing, her arms stinging. She came up for air only to dive back down. But when she reached the surface again, she noticed a body floating, out of the corner of her eye. Diving shallowly, she swam over to where Rowan floated. Panting "Thought you couldn't swim." "I can't. So now I'm trying to figure out how long it'd take to doggy- paddle towards shore." Kat breathed in for a moment. "Take my hand. You just kick your legs and I'll tow." His hand breathing electricity into hers, she began to swim towards the sand.
How many special people change How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high? They reached shallow water and stood for a moment. Hands still clutched tightly, Rowan turned to her and kissed her lips softly. "Thanks, for putting up with my King of The World moment." "Only if I get another kiss," Kat said, trying to sound seductive, but getting the feeling she wasn't quite pulling it off. "If my hormones get their way, you'll be getting plenty of kisses in the future." "I'm glad that that goal has been stated then. So, who's up for some sand?" "Only if my clothes get gritty and incredibly itchy. Making out is no fun any other way." Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky They lay in the sand and satisfied both hormones and heart with tongues and lips (nothing else you nasty people). Holding hands they watched the sun rise. "So how dead do you think Peter is going to make me?" asked Rowan, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, white or yellow roses for the funeral?" Kat tried to laugh it off but knew that Peter was at his last strand of hair when it came to Rowan. "Seriously, how much do you like Horizon?" "More than you should know," sighed Rowan. "And by that you mean what, oh cryptic one?" "Since leaving Ireland, Horizon's been the thing I identify the words 'home' and 'safe' to. I don't get the crud kicked out of me here, I'm off drugs," he stopped, "more or less, and I get the feeling that this is maybe the one place my past and my dad and mom aren't going to pop up out of nowhere and bite me in the ass. And yeah, I know, I pull the naff git thing too many times and yeah, I tend to think that Peter and company need to pack it in, but I mean.. Peter's not going to show up next to my bed late one night looking for a screw. And yeah, Sophie needs to learn to open her gob but she's not condescending. And Dwayne. Dwayne I can count on to bring me back down to the pigs when I've pulled a running man but then again, he's offered me his couch more than once when I've called him from a pay phone because the prats I was staying with have gone and used my body as a bloody punching bag. So no, I don't want to leave, especially with you here and all. And if they make me leave, I don't know what that's going to leave me with. Probably me going back to scrounging on the streets and trying to stay off drugs but failing. I mean, I've been in enough counseling that I could probably write a book on all the things wrong with me. And I know I'm not strong enough to not go back to drugs. Because I've tried to quit and I've been clean for months, even a year once, but I always go back. Because I need that escape. Because the problems I've got are too much for me to deal with on my own. That's why I've wanted to die for so long. Because I've served my hell. I'm living on the knife blade. And once I die, everything's got to shape up, right? " Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high? Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
in a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
in a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky Kat squeezed Rowan's hand and waited for the stars to give her an easy answer. And with none coming she spoke what came first to her mind. The truth as she saw it. "I don't know if things will get easier. But if you have reached the very bottom than the only place left to go is up. Things can't get any worse, right?" she paused, not sure how to keep going but the pressure on her hand made her open her mouth, her 'gob' again, "When I first got here, I was assigned a paper on this really old religion, called Jainism. The short version of it is that there are 7 hells and 7 heavens that must go through before we reach the final heaven. And each hell is worse than the last, but the final heaven is worth it. Maybe that's what you're going through. Maybe the death of my sister was one of my hells. Maybe I'm not sure what to tell you, but I'm trying. And I don't want you to leave." Cause people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why "You really believe that?" asked Rowan." "Why shouldn't I?" "Point taken." They lay in the sand for another hour or so, letting the sand dry on their skin, giving them another layer to shed in the shower. "We should probably walk back." "Yeah. Help me up? I'm too comfy to move on my own accord." They stood and began the 2 and a half mile trek back to Horizon, hands clenched. "How did you follow me anyway? I thought I was running pretty fast." "I was on the track team before my sister died." "Oh."
How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high? Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky They walked into Horizon and Rowan gave sharp gasp. The police cars must have left by now, but Jasper's rented shit was in the parking lot. Everyone seemed to be in classes. Everyone but the boy and girl who walked through the campus. It wasn't totally empty or silent. There were people on breaks who, if they recognized Rowan or Kat just gasped silently or dropped their jaws. Kat felt like she was on display, more open then her shameful cries beside her sister's casket, more open than be lead through the mall with cuffs on, in front of those she thought were friends, like her heart and soul were exposed for all to see. She realized what Rowan had to go through since coming home from the hospital. The whispers that spread like a forest fire, the eyes that looked away, the shame of an outcast. Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why Rowan opened the door softly and as luck would have it, Peter and Sophie and Jasper and Dwayne sat inside. He didn't give them a chance to speak, but said, "I threw up the pills and threw the others into the lake. I don't know how to start but Sara didn't kill herself. My da raped her with another guy and I tried to break down the door but it was too heavy and when they were done the other guy left and my da threw her into the room like he was a binman and then threw something at me and I got knocked unconscious and when I woke up he was putting the gun into her hand and said that if she ran he'd kill me or do to me what 'e did to her and if she died then he wouldn't touch me and all this shit that she needed to die because it was her fault and if she didn't have me there she could've run but I was there so she shot herself and blood splattered all over me and I tried to say something so she didn't but he had me by the throat and wouldn't let me scream. And Frank would stand by my bed and put a gun to my head and tell me to work the streets and if I said I wasn't going to he said he'd send Janna out instead so I would and he got me in to heroin and sometimes I would fuck him for more smack and and and .." Peter motioned for Kat to leave but she felt rooted to the floor; he hadn't said it this way to her. And Rowan opened his mouth and began to say more. How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
Kat had time to wonder for a moment if she was ever to catch up with Rowan, if he was always to win the race, before jumping down after him. She hit the water hard, splashing, her arms stinging. She came up for air only to dive back down. But when she reached the surface again, she noticed a body floating, out of the corner of her eye. Diving shallowly, she swam over to where Rowan floated. Panting "Thought you couldn't swim." "I can't. So now I'm trying to figure out how long it'd take to doggy- paddle towards shore." Kat breathed in for a moment. "Take my hand. You just kick your legs and I'll tow." His hand breathing electricity into hers, she began to swim towards the sand.
How many special people change How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high? They reached shallow water and stood for a moment. Hands still clutched tightly, Rowan turned to her and kissed her lips softly. "Thanks, for putting up with my King of The World moment." "Only if I get another kiss," Kat said, trying to sound seductive, but getting the feeling she wasn't quite pulling it off. "If my hormones get their way, you'll be getting plenty of kisses in the future." "I'm glad that that goal has been stated then. So, who's up for some sand?" "Only if my clothes get gritty and incredibly itchy. Making out is no fun any other way." Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky They lay in the sand and satisfied both hormones and heart with tongues and lips (nothing else you nasty people). Holding hands they watched the sun rise. "So how dead do you think Peter is going to make me?" asked Rowan, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, white or yellow roses for the funeral?" Kat tried to laugh it off but knew that Peter was at his last strand of hair when it came to Rowan. "Seriously, how much do you like Horizon?" "More than you should know," sighed Rowan. "And by that you mean what, oh cryptic one?" "Since leaving Ireland, Horizon's been the thing I identify the words 'home' and 'safe' to. I don't get the crud kicked out of me here, I'm off drugs," he stopped, "more or less, and I get the feeling that this is maybe the one place my past and my dad and mom aren't going to pop up out of nowhere and bite me in the ass. And yeah, I know, I pull the naff git thing too many times and yeah, I tend to think that Peter and company need to pack it in, but I mean.. Peter's not going to show up next to my bed late one night looking for a screw. And yeah, Sophie needs to learn to open her gob but she's not condescending. And Dwayne. Dwayne I can count on to bring me back down to the pigs when I've pulled a running man but then again, he's offered me his couch more than once when I've called him from a pay phone because the prats I was staying with have gone and used my body as a bloody punching bag. So no, I don't want to leave, especially with you here and all. And if they make me leave, I don't know what that's going to leave me with. Probably me going back to scrounging on the streets and trying to stay off drugs but failing. I mean, I've been in enough counseling that I could probably write a book on all the things wrong with me. And I know I'm not strong enough to not go back to drugs. Because I've tried to quit and I've been clean for months, even a year once, but I always go back. Because I need that escape. Because the problems I've got are too much for me to deal with on my own. That's why I've wanted to die for so long. Because I've served my hell. I'm living on the knife blade. And once I die, everything's got to shape up, right? " Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high? Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
in a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
in a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky Kat squeezed Rowan's hand and waited for the stars to give her an easy answer. And with none coming she spoke what came first to her mind. The truth as she saw it. "I don't know if things will get easier. But if you have reached the very bottom than the only place left to go is up. Things can't get any worse, right?" she paused, not sure how to keep going but the pressure on her hand made her open her mouth, her 'gob' again, "When I first got here, I was assigned a paper on this really old religion, called Jainism. The short version of it is that there are 7 hells and 7 heavens that must go through before we reach the final heaven. And each hell is worse than the last, but the final heaven is worth it. Maybe that's what you're going through. Maybe the death of my sister was one of my hells. Maybe I'm not sure what to tell you, but I'm trying. And I don't want you to leave." Cause people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why "You really believe that?" asked Rowan." "Why shouldn't I?" "Point taken." They lay in the sand for another hour or so, letting the sand dry on their skin, giving them another layer to shed in the shower. "We should probably walk back." "Yeah. Help me up? I'm too comfy to move on my own accord." They stood and began the 2 and a half mile trek back to Horizon, hands clenched. "How did you follow me anyway? I thought I was running pretty fast." "I was on the track team before my sister died." "Oh."
How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high? Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky They walked into Horizon and Rowan gave sharp gasp. The police cars must have left by now, but Jasper's rented shit was in the parking lot. Everyone seemed to be in classes. Everyone but the boy and girl who walked through the campus. It wasn't totally empty or silent. There were people on breaks who, if they recognized Rowan or Kat just gasped silently or dropped their jaws. Kat felt like she was on display, more open then her shameful cries beside her sister's casket, more open than be lead through the mall with cuffs on, in front of those she thought were friends, like her heart and soul were exposed for all to see. She realized what Rowan had to go through since coming home from the hospital. The whispers that spread like a forest fire, the eyes that looked away, the shame of an outcast. Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why Rowan opened the door softly and as luck would have it, Peter and Sophie and Jasper and Dwayne sat inside. He didn't give them a chance to speak, but said, "I threw up the pills and threw the others into the lake. I don't know how to start but Sara didn't kill herself. My da raped her with another guy and I tried to break down the door but it was too heavy and when they were done the other guy left and my da threw her into the room like he was a binman and then threw something at me and I got knocked unconscious and when I woke up he was putting the gun into her hand and said that if she ran he'd kill me or do to me what 'e did to her and if she died then he wouldn't touch me and all this shit that she needed to die because it was her fault and if she didn't have me there she could've run but I was there so she shot herself and blood splattered all over me and I tried to say something so she didn't but he had me by the throat and wouldn't let me scream. And Frank would stand by my bed and put a gun to my head and tell me to work the streets and if I said I wasn't going to he said he'd send Janna out instead so I would and he got me in to heroin and sometimes I would fuck him for more smack and and and .." Peter motioned for Kat to leave but she felt rooted to the floor; he hadn't said it this way to her. And Rowan opened his mouth and began to say more. How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
