Star Crossed Lovers- by Crunch
*Morning Dew- Hoo Yah!! Yup, heres another one. I keep poppin' em out like daisies, ta quote a certain Race Track. Yes, poor poor Racey, and it only goes down hill. Except for the LoVe scene! Hope its everything you expected, read and enjoy and REVIEW!
*Doll Face- Don't worry, it all works itself out in the end. Oh wait. It doesn't. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! Woo hoo, I'm glad ya like it, I though it reeked of dung, but that's just me. And that's my general opinion about my writing. So sigh. Any ways though, no you cant, but it's all right, I forgive. I'm a lover, not a fighter. You take you sweet time *hah sweet! One sweet day!* ba dum bum.
*Misprint- People come and go so quickly around here. Huh. ANY hoo, yes, I am ashamed, I've turned Spot into a Lush. But, but he's still a DANGEROUS lush, see? So it's ok. Oh Gorsh, thanks so much! That is like the best compliment ever, since I usually fear I go so out of character. THANKYOU!! Hah, soiled. Funeeeeeeee. Thanks for the review! Long isn't ALWAYS better (though I do enjoy your run ons, such character!)
*Deejay Superstar- Thankyou
*Deejay Superstar-SOOOOOOOOOOOOO Much
*Deejay Superstar- for
*Deejay Superstar-REVIEWING!! Woohoo, four in one go, I am impressed and honored beyond belief. Keep reading, and update trouble tomorrow! GO!
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Ruby pressed a hand to her flushed cheek, soaked with hours upon hours worth of tears. Swollowing a shuttering gasp, she painfully stifled her sobs, muffled by the sagging fabric of a stained pillow. It would do no good to have her room mates wake up and find her crying. Though she supposed she could chalk it all up to Baron's death, there would still be questions to answer, and sympathetic eyes to avoid. And God knows she couldn't handle that without breaking.
She whiped the last droplets from her eyelashes and rolled to face the window. The moon, hidden behind a veil of rain-soaked clouds, cast a pale glow over the fire escape, standing as a silent reminder to what she had lost. All of a sudden, she realized there was something moving out there. A shadow? No, it was too big, and too solid for a shadow. A figure darted infront of the glass, illuminated by the moonlight shining off a crop of raven black hair. . .
"Race?" She hardly dared to hope. Gently, the girl lowered herself to the creaking wooden floor boards, heart rising in her throat with each careful step. She crept across the room, deaf to the thundering snores of the tenants as she reached the window and peered cautiously into the darkness. From it's depths, a pair of velvety, sable eyes stared back at her.
"Racetrack!" She whispered and pressed a hand to the freezing glass. From the other side, he smiled warmly and placed his palm over hers. The glass seemed to thaw beneath his stretched fingers. Tears stung both the children's eyes, as with a flick of his head, he gestured towards the roof, and after a last loving glance, dissapeared.
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Racetrack shrugged his arms inside the threadbare shirt, hugging his frozen chest as lazy, fat droplets of rain in icy bullets down his back. From where he stood, the city of Brooklyn lay quiet before him; too quiet after the disasters of the past few hours.
"Are you up heah, Race?" smiling, he turned to his bride as a wide grin split her shining face.
"Hell of a day we's had, ey?" She laughed and threw herself against him, wanting nothing more then to burry herself in his familiar arms. The two stood entangled for a long moment, still as death.
"mm guff hmmah!" She mumbled against his shoulder.
"Whats dat?"
"I said," she raised her eyes to meet his. "whada we do now?"
"Well. . ." he gulped nervously, trying desperately to remember the speech he'd practiced thousands of times over on the long walk to Brooklyn. "It is our weddin' night, you knows."
"Uh huh. OH." Her eyes widened in shock. "Well, have you evah. . ."
"Has I evah . . ."
"You know." With a quick glance around she dropped her voice to an anxious whisper, despite the fact that they stood alone. "Have you evah, done it?"
"OH." The boy shuffled uncomfortabley, glancing desparately down at his scuffed shoes. "Yeah, yeah. A couple a times." So he was lying a bit, but that couldn't be helped. Truth was, the real numbers would be staggering to a girl like Ruby. Race cleared his throat. "And, uh, has you evah. . ."
"No." Ruby mumered hastily. "No, not yet."
"Ah hah. Well," he desparately scanned his brain for something clever to say. "Umm. ." Alright, he'd settle for anything to say.
Anything at all.
It didn't even have to sound good, just as long as he said something.
Luckily, he never had to utter a word, as Ruby pressed her trembling lips against his at that very moment. Arms entwined and pulses racing, the two sank gently to the roof. Gently, she helped him out of his shirt, completely whiping the freezing cold tar beneath him from his mind. Above their heads, the stars glittered.
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AWWWWW. *throws nasty glance at Race!Muse, hooting and hollering in the background* I know, it was short, but this is PG13 people, we can't have those shenanigans. This isn't the love shack. Enjoy, and REVIEW!
*Morning Dew- Hoo Yah!! Yup, heres another one. I keep poppin' em out like daisies, ta quote a certain Race Track. Yes, poor poor Racey, and it only goes down hill. Except for the LoVe scene! Hope its everything you expected, read and enjoy and REVIEW!
*Doll Face- Don't worry, it all works itself out in the end. Oh wait. It doesn't. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! Woo hoo, I'm glad ya like it, I though it reeked of dung, but that's just me. And that's my general opinion about my writing. So sigh. Any ways though, no you cant, but it's all right, I forgive. I'm a lover, not a fighter. You take you sweet time *hah sweet! One sweet day!* ba dum bum.
*Misprint- People come and go so quickly around here. Huh. ANY hoo, yes, I am ashamed, I've turned Spot into a Lush. But, but he's still a DANGEROUS lush, see? So it's ok. Oh Gorsh, thanks so much! That is like the best compliment ever, since I usually fear I go so out of character. THANKYOU!! Hah, soiled. Funeeeeeeee. Thanks for the review! Long isn't ALWAYS better (though I do enjoy your run ons, such character!)
*Deejay Superstar- Thankyou
*Deejay Superstar-SOOOOOOOOOOOOO Much
*Deejay Superstar- for
*Deejay Superstar-REVIEWING!! Woohoo, four in one go, I am impressed and honored beyond belief. Keep reading, and update trouble tomorrow! GO!
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Ruby pressed a hand to her flushed cheek, soaked with hours upon hours worth of tears. Swollowing a shuttering gasp, she painfully stifled her sobs, muffled by the sagging fabric of a stained pillow. It would do no good to have her room mates wake up and find her crying. Though she supposed she could chalk it all up to Baron's death, there would still be questions to answer, and sympathetic eyes to avoid. And God knows she couldn't handle that without breaking.
She whiped the last droplets from her eyelashes and rolled to face the window. The moon, hidden behind a veil of rain-soaked clouds, cast a pale glow over the fire escape, standing as a silent reminder to what she had lost. All of a sudden, she realized there was something moving out there. A shadow? No, it was too big, and too solid for a shadow. A figure darted infront of the glass, illuminated by the moonlight shining off a crop of raven black hair. . .
"Race?" She hardly dared to hope. Gently, the girl lowered herself to the creaking wooden floor boards, heart rising in her throat with each careful step. She crept across the room, deaf to the thundering snores of the tenants as she reached the window and peered cautiously into the darkness. From it's depths, a pair of velvety, sable eyes stared back at her.
"Racetrack!" She whispered and pressed a hand to the freezing glass. From the other side, he smiled warmly and placed his palm over hers. The glass seemed to thaw beneath his stretched fingers. Tears stung both the children's eyes, as with a flick of his head, he gestured towards the roof, and after a last loving glance, dissapeared.
*.*.*.*
Racetrack shrugged his arms inside the threadbare shirt, hugging his frozen chest as lazy, fat droplets of rain in icy bullets down his back. From where he stood, the city of Brooklyn lay quiet before him; too quiet after the disasters of the past few hours.
"Are you up heah, Race?" smiling, he turned to his bride as a wide grin split her shining face.
"Hell of a day we's had, ey?" She laughed and threw herself against him, wanting nothing more then to burry herself in his familiar arms. The two stood entangled for a long moment, still as death.
"mm guff hmmah!" She mumbled against his shoulder.
"Whats dat?"
"I said," she raised her eyes to meet his. "whada we do now?"
"Well. . ." he gulped nervously, trying desperately to remember the speech he'd practiced thousands of times over on the long walk to Brooklyn. "It is our weddin' night, you knows."
"Uh huh. OH." Her eyes widened in shock. "Well, have you evah. . ."
"Has I evah . . ."
"You know." With a quick glance around she dropped her voice to an anxious whisper, despite the fact that they stood alone. "Have you evah, done it?"
"OH." The boy shuffled uncomfortabley, glancing desparately down at his scuffed shoes. "Yeah, yeah. A couple a times." So he was lying a bit, but that couldn't be helped. Truth was, the real numbers would be staggering to a girl like Ruby. Race cleared his throat. "And, uh, has you evah. . ."
"No." Ruby mumered hastily. "No, not yet."
"Ah hah. Well," he desparately scanned his brain for something clever to say. "Umm. ." Alright, he'd settle for anything to say.
Anything at all.
It didn't even have to sound good, just as long as he said something.
Luckily, he never had to utter a word, as Ruby pressed her trembling lips against his at that very moment. Arms entwined and pulses racing, the two sank gently to the roof. Gently, she helped him out of his shirt, completely whiping the freezing cold tar beneath him from his mind. Above their heads, the stars glittered.
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AWWWWW. *throws nasty glance at Race!Muse, hooting and hollering in the background* I know, it was short, but this is PG13 people, we can't have those shenanigans. This isn't the love shack. Enjoy, and REVIEW!