Author's Note!!!
alryte...i know, i kan tell...some of u are madd at me for takin soo loong, but u gotta understand..i wuz REALLY REALLY
busy...wyth ma exams, then summer skewl, then....relaxing...lol...sowwie..but im bak, n i aint gunna sit still until i
finish this before skewl starts...aaagh! skewl'z soo near..im gunna cry..itz ma last year, n i need to work like a dawg...
u know how badly thatz gunna suk?!? i wont have a social life...well, itz not like i have one now..but still, itz nice to know
u kan still go out there n have a blast...anyhoo, im boring ya wyth all ma dang-ole life shenaniganz...so..ENJOY!!!
"Save Me" by Remy Zero playz...
LANA
People were getting a little too close for comfort, expecially that tall, brooding guy who's gaze was fixed on me,
and didn't notice Whitney. I turned my attention back on Whitney...his body was so close to mine...we were almost swaying
in perfect harmony. He looked down on me, and then wrapped his arms around me, and whispered, "I know that guy's looking at
you, but don't worry, I won't let him ten feet within you."
I couldn't help but smile, and I grabbed his face, and kissed him. I loved the way he always protected me, and that
I could always count on him to be there for me. Too bad Clark didn't share this particular quality that I needed so much.
I dug my face into Whitney's heaving chest, and let out a sigh. I shouldn't be thinking about Clark...he's not important to
me, he's my friend...and he'll always stay my friend, I scolded my self. I didn't want to lose Whitney, because the thought
of just giving up on him would just literally kill him, and me too. I cleared my mind. This wasn't the place to be thinking
about such things. The important thing was that I was here with the greatest boyfriend in the world who never gave up on me.
I let myself go from Whitney's arms, and started dancing a little more enthusiastically.
AISHA
The beats had completely enveloped me, because no one else mattered. I hadn't seen anyone for what seemed the longest
of all time. It didn't matter, because the music was treating me perfectly. The song that seemed to blare from the invinsible
stereos was "The Perfect Drug" by Nine Inch Nails. It was a tad old, but it was perfect. Just perfect. Suddenly, I opened
my eyes to see Clark not that far from me. I almost laughed out loud. What he was doing didn't seem like dancing, but
at least he was trying. I smiled to myself, and moved across the crowd, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey! Look like you need some tips in dancing, huh?"
"Yea, I guess. Dancing really ain't my thing, you know?"
"That's okay."
"Well, you're a good dancer, you know, from what I can tell," I saw his gaze move on the ground and his cheeks change
colour. He'd been watching me! My heart raced harder. I grabbed his hands, and moved myself inside his body, and helped
him sway more easily to the music. I could tell that he wasn't too comfortable because he stood stiff for a few seconds, and
then gradually started to pick up the pace. I moved my hips, swaying to the pulsating beats. Then, the hours just drifted
by, because the next thing I knew was that it was four am glowing on my digital watch. I looked around. There were a lot
less people still dancing. The music style had changed to reggae and r&b. I stopped moving. Clark quickly followed my lead.
"What's wrong?"
"It's four, Clark. We've been dancing for like more than three hours! Once I got you started, it didn't seem as if
you wanted to stop," I said, as I grabbed his hand, and started through the broken up crowds, trying to find Chloe or my cousins.
"Oh, there's Pete! HEY PETE!" Clark yelled. A cute but short black guy looked up and waved Clark and me over.
Chloe was standing next to him, and so were my cousins.
"Where the hell were you guys? I mean, we started looking for you about an hour ago!" Chloe said, looking down at
my hand around Clark's. I let go. She looked back up.
"Well, we kinda started to dance, and lost track of time. This was a lot of fun. But my parents are probably worried
to death about me. Let's get out of here," Clark replied, tucking his hands in his back jean pockets.
CLARK
I looked up at the ceiling. Her body was close to me the whole time. Why didn't I do something? I mean, she was
probably hinting me to do something, but I was too stupid to notice. I let out a heavy sigh, and shifted in my bed. I
remembered how she smelled. So intoxicating...almost, kind off like a fruity fragnrance. Her hair smelled like Herbal Essences.
I chuckled to myself. I used that shampoo too.
I got up. I couldn't sleep, so I walked to my window, and looked out. It was a beautiful night. There was a soft
breeze in the air. The sun was starting to go up. After we'd all had found each other, we hopped in chloe's car, and
she dropped everyone off. She was tired since there were slight black rings under her eyes. She dropped me off last.
There was something disturbing that she said; "Watch out for who you trust, Clark...I have a feeling that this break is goin'
to be one that we'll remember". And she left before I could ask her what she meant.
I looked through my telescope. It was fixed over at Lana's house. It was completely dark. I decided to move the
telescope over to the town's side. But I couldn't catch more than an overview of the town. I looked up. The sunrise was
causing a beatiful purple cast over the clear sky. I got back into bed. As my eyes closed, my last thought of the day was
about Aisha.
LANA
It was three, and I was exhausted. I fell face-forward on my bed. I let out a quite groan. I got back on my feet
and changed into my pajamas quickly as possible. Once under the covers, I went over that night. I remembered that as I
was leaving, I saw Clark and Aisha. Their eyes closed. Their bodies so close, swaying perfectly to the thumping music.
I shook my head. I didn't want to think about that. I flashed up an image of Whitney. The perfect boyfriend. The one
that I'll probably marry, because I can see it now.
I closed my eyes, and pictured my wedding day. The greatest day of my life. I would be dressed in a sequined
white wedding dress with a tail that flowed all the way down the altar, like Princess Diana's. I sighed heavily. That would
never happened. I quietly scolded myself for fantasizing again, and quickly drifted to sleep.
AISHA
An orange glow seered through my eyes. I shot my eyes open. I twisted my head to see my watch; it was 11:24 am.
I let out a moan. I felt so heavy. I got up, and opened the bedroom door. It was too quite. I sneaked up to Meha and Misha's
room. I budged the knob to make sure it wasn't locked. When I opened the door, they were both sleeping soundly.
I shook my head. This was odd. Then I realized that my uncle and aunt were gone to work and won't come back until four or
five. They hadn't bother waking anyone up. Oh well, I thought to myself.
I went downstairs to the kitchen to find a cornfalkes box and a few bowls on the table. I normally didn't eat
breakfast, so I walked out into the backyard. The sun was shining harshly, and the humidity was engulfing. I walked
back into the house.
I slumped on the couch in the family room and turned the telly on. Nothing but trashy talkshows. I let out a
frustrated groan. I was so bored. Last night's dance made everything now seem so dull. I sped back to my room and
went back to sleep.
CLARK
"Clark, wake up!" Clark squinted. His head felt so foggy. He opened his eyes to see Aisha smiling down at him. His
head jerked back, and realized it was his mom.
"Oh...you scared me"
"Really? I didn't think that I was THAT bad-looking, huh?" my mom replied, jokingly.
"No, mom. You're fine. I just thought...you were someone else," I said, sitting up. My mom had already started
to fold my blanket. I pulled on it and curled back into bed, smirking.
"Alright, you big baby. I'm only allowing fifteen more minutes. After that, I'm coming back up here with Lana, and
I don't think you want her to see you in your boxers!"
"G'night mommy" I replied in a kid's voice. As my mom left, I shifted my gaze to the ceiling. Why was my
waking thought of Aisha? I cleared my throat. It suddenly had become dry. I finally decided that I needed to talk to
her, about things. Specific things. Things about their past. And what would become of the future, now that they had
finally found each other. I didn't want to lose touch with her after the break, I realized.
Getting up, I stretched. I looked at my alarm clock. It was noon already. I had slept for so long. I picked up
the phone. Getting ready to dial, I realized that I didn't even know her number. I rolled my eyes, frustrated. I stood
up and got into clothes. I would go down to Aisha's place later that day.
AUTHOR's NOTE:
alryte..thatz it for now. im gunna start on the fifth chap tomm *fingers crossd* and finish it about wed, so I kan put it
up a.s.a.p
I hav to hurry up n finish this in bout maby two or three more chapz coz im leaving for the long weekend n probb won't hav
tyme, but I'll try. Itz purty distracting havin younginz bout 2-6 yearz ole taggin along wyth ya n asking "wtt'cha doin,
now?"
lol
ah...sometymez i jux crack ma self up...
toodlez
alryte...i know, i kan tell...some of u are madd at me for takin soo loong, but u gotta understand..i wuz REALLY REALLY
busy...wyth ma exams, then summer skewl, then....relaxing...lol...sowwie..but im bak, n i aint gunna sit still until i
finish this before skewl starts...aaagh! skewl'z soo near..im gunna cry..itz ma last year, n i need to work like a dawg...
u know how badly thatz gunna suk?!? i wont have a social life...well, itz not like i have one now..but still, itz nice to know
u kan still go out there n have a blast...anyhoo, im boring ya wyth all ma dang-ole life shenaniganz...so..ENJOY!!!
"Save Me" by Remy Zero playz...
LANA
People were getting a little too close for comfort, expecially that tall, brooding guy who's gaze was fixed on me,
and didn't notice Whitney. I turned my attention back on Whitney...his body was so close to mine...we were almost swaying
in perfect harmony. He looked down on me, and then wrapped his arms around me, and whispered, "I know that guy's looking at
you, but don't worry, I won't let him ten feet within you."
I couldn't help but smile, and I grabbed his face, and kissed him. I loved the way he always protected me, and that
I could always count on him to be there for me. Too bad Clark didn't share this particular quality that I needed so much.
I dug my face into Whitney's heaving chest, and let out a sigh. I shouldn't be thinking about Clark...he's not important to
me, he's my friend...and he'll always stay my friend, I scolded my self. I didn't want to lose Whitney, because the thought
of just giving up on him would just literally kill him, and me too. I cleared my mind. This wasn't the place to be thinking
about such things. The important thing was that I was here with the greatest boyfriend in the world who never gave up on me.
I let myself go from Whitney's arms, and started dancing a little more enthusiastically.
AISHA
The beats had completely enveloped me, because no one else mattered. I hadn't seen anyone for what seemed the longest
of all time. It didn't matter, because the music was treating me perfectly. The song that seemed to blare from the invinsible
stereos was "The Perfect Drug" by Nine Inch Nails. It was a tad old, but it was perfect. Just perfect. Suddenly, I opened
my eyes to see Clark not that far from me. I almost laughed out loud. What he was doing didn't seem like dancing, but
at least he was trying. I smiled to myself, and moved across the crowd, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey! Look like you need some tips in dancing, huh?"
"Yea, I guess. Dancing really ain't my thing, you know?"
"That's okay."
"Well, you're a good dancer, you know, from what I can tell," I saw his gaze move on the ground and his cheeks change
colour. He'd been watching me! My heart raced harder. I grabbed his hands, and moved myself inside his body, and helped
him sway more easily to the music. I could tell that he wasn't too comfortable because he stood stiff for a few seconds, and
then gradually started to pick up the pace. I moved my hips, swaying to the pulsating beats. Then, the hours just drifted
by, because the next thing I knew was that it was four am glowing on my digital watch. I looked around. There were a lot
less people still dancing. The music style had changed to reggae and r&b. I stopped moving. Clark quickly followed my lead.
"What's wrong?"
"It's four, Clark. We've been dancing for like more than three hours! Once I got you started, it didn't seem as if
you wanted to stop," I said, as I grabbed his hand, and started through the broken up crowds, trying to find Chloe or my cousins.
"Oh, there's Pete! HEY PETE!" Clark yelled. A cute but short black guy looked up and waved Clark and me over.
Chloe was standing next to him, and so were my cousins.
"Where the hell were you guys? I mean, we started looking for you about an hour ago!" Chloe said, looking down at
my hand around Clark's. I let go. She looked back up.
"Well, we kinda started to dance, and lost track of time. This was a lot of fun. But my parents are probably worried
to death about me. Let's get out of here," Clark replied, tucking his hands in his back jean pockets.
CLARK
I looked up at the ceiling. Her body was close to me the whole time. Why didn't I do something? I mean, she was
probably hinting me to do something, but I was too stupid to notice. I let out a heavy sigh, and shifted in my bed. I
remembered how she smelled. So intoxicating...almost, kind off like a fruity fragnrance. Her hair smelled like Herbal Essences.
I chuckled to myself. I used that shampoo too.
I got up. I couldn't sleep, so I walked to my window, and looked out. It was a beautiful night. There was a soft
breeze in the air. The sun was starting to go up. After we'd all had found each other, we hopped in chloe's car, and
she dropped everyone off. She was tired since there were slight black rings under her eyes. She dropped me off last.
There was something disturbing that she said; "Watch out for who you trust, Clark...I have a feeling that this break is goin'
to be one that we'll remember". And she left before I could ask her what she meant.
I looked through my telescope. It was fixed over at Lana's house. It was completely dark. I decided to move the
telescope over to the town's side. But I couldn't catch more than an overview of the town. I looked up. The sunrise was
causing a beatiful purple cast over the clear sky. I got back into bed. As my eyes closed, my last thought of the day was
about Aisha.
LANA
It was three, and I was exhausted. I fell face-forward on my bed. I let out a quite groan. I got back on my feet
and changed into my pajamas quickly as possible. Once under the covers, I went over that night. I remembered that as I
was leaving, I saw Clark and Aisha. Their eyes closed. Their bodies so close, swaying perfectly to the thumping music.
I shook my head. I didn't want to think about that. I flashed up an image of Whitney. The perfect boyfriend. The one
that I'll probably marry, because I can see it now.
I closed my eyes, and pictured my wedding day. The greatest day of my life. I would be dressed in a sequined
white wedding dress with a tail that flowed all the way down the altar, like Princess Diana's. I sighed heavily. That would
never happened. I quietly scolded myself for fantasizing again, and quickly drifted to sleep.
AISHA
An orange glow seered through my eyes. I shot my eyes open. I twisted my head to see my watch; it was 11:24 am.
I let out a moan. I felt so heavy. I got up, and opened the bedroom door. It was too quite. I sneaked up to Meha and Misha's
room. I budged the knob to make sure it wasn't locked. When I opened the door, they were both sleeping soundly.
I shook my head. This was odd. Then I realized that my uncle and aunt were gone to work and won't come back until four or
five. They hadn't bother waking anyone up. Oh well, I thought to myself.
I went downstairs to the kitchen to find a cornfalkes box and a few bowls on the table. I normally didn't eat
breakfast, so I walked out into the backyard. The sun was shining harshly, and the humidity was engulfing. I walked
back into the house.
I slumped on the couch in the family room and turned the telly on. Nothing but trashy talkshows. I let out a
frustrated groan. I was so bored. Last night's dance made everything now seem so dull. I sped back to my room and
went back to sleep.
CLARK
"Clark, wake up!" Clark squinted. His head felt so foggy. He opened his eyes to see Aisha smiling down at him. His
head jerked back, and realized it was his mom.
"Oh...you scared me"
"Really? I didn't think that I was THAT bad-looking, huh?" my mom replied, jokingly.
"No, mom. You're fine. I just thought...you were someone else," I said, sitting up. My mom had already started
to fold my blanket. I pulled on it and curled back into bed, smirking.
"Alright, you big baby. I'm only allowing fifteen more minutes. After that, I'm coming back up here with Lana, and
I don't think you want her to see you in your boxers!"
"G'night mommy" I replied in a kid's voice. As my mom left, I shifted my gaze to the ceiling. Why was my
waking thought of Aisha? I cleared my throat. It suddenly had become dry. I finally decided that I needed to talk to
her, about things. Specific things. Things about their past. And what would become of the future, now that they had
finally found each other. I didn't want to lose touch with her after the break, I realized.
Getting up, I stretched. I looked at my alarm clock. It was noon already. I had slept for so long. I picked up
the phone. Getting ready to dial, I realized that I didn't even know her number. I rolled my eyes, frustrated. I stood
up and got into clothes. I would go down to Aisha's place later that day.
AUTHOR's NOTE:
alryte..thatz it for now. im gunna start on the fifth chap tomm *fingers crossd* and finish it about wed, so I kan put it
up a.s.a.p
I hav to hurry up n finish this in bout maby two or three more chapz coz im leaving for the long weekend n probb won't hav
tyme, but I'll try. Itz purty distracting havin younginz bout 2-6 yearz ole taggin along wyth ya n asking "wtt'cha doin,
now?"
lol
ah...sometymez i jux crack ma self up...
toodlez