Crossing of Two Paths
A/N: Sorry about the last update, I had some uploading problems. Bear with me, I'm new at this!
Craig positioned his camera, trying to capture the right angle. It was 6:30 AM, and sprinkles of dew were attached to a bed of clovers woven through a spider's web. It made the ideal black and white, and Craig needed it for his next assignment.
"Is that you Craig?!" a high-little girl voice shrieked into the new day.
Craig didn't even have to look around to know who was speaking to him. He ducked down and spun around to the large oak tree off the center of the middle square. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he tiptoed to the tree, praying something would distract her shallow mind from him for a moment. He then climbed up the knots, holding his camera tightly to his chest so it wouldn't ruin, and settled himself into his favorite branch, his body conforming into its figure.
Craig brushed the branches aside and looked up to the balconies of the girls' dormitories. Sure enough, there stood Brittni on the middle one. Her too short, too tight pajamas clinging to her as she twirled her long, blonde hair around her perfectly manicured nailed finger, looking around as if expecting Craig to pop out at any moment with a free shopping trip.
"Craig" she yelled again at the top of her lungs.
Craig winced at the sound of her high baby voice. The girl couldn't take a hint. He'd been doing his best to avoid her all summer, but the high voice piercing his ears as she laughed at everything he said and the nails slapping into his skin whenever she glanced at a "scary" picture (which, ironically, happened to be all of them), plus the occasional butt grabbing in the dark room, had him done. Sure, she was gorgeous, but he wanted to scream bloody hell every time he had to talk to her and listen to her shallowness about her cruises and parties. And her low appreciation towards photography and its art didn't help either, considering this was a photography workshop.
"Only one more week" Craig kept repeating in his mind as he brushed his long, dark curls away from his chocolate eyes, and breathing in the scents of morning. "One more week".
Craig had been spending his summer at the University of Toronto, at a photography workshop. Yes, he was enjoying the atmosphere and the experience of living like a college student, plus improving on his one passion, but that wasn't the main reason he was here.
His father's death had inspired him to spend some time alone to himself to sort out his thoughts and emotions about himself and his life. Everything just seemed to be going wrong, and the suggestion from Joey to spend the summer away alone at a photo workshop for some downtime seemed like the perfect idea.
"Although Joey probably wouldn't have sent me here if he saw Brittni. He'd probably come in my place" Craig thought to himself.
Craig leaped out of the tree and started to walk around the square, hands stuffed in his pockets, observing the little going on around him. He watched sweaty early morning joggers, and summer students getting to early classes. He stopped to watch a little boy being dragged along by his father, a tired look in his eyes. Craig watched as the father reached down to tickle the boy awake, laughter spreading throughout him as they walked off to their destination.
An unarming sensation of emotions filled Craig's body at that moment. Looking down at the ground, Craig focused on walking back to his dorm, but found he couldn't as he went to hide in the same field of clovers he was in earlier. Trying to focus, he wiped away the single tear that fell down his tree, hiding into the drying dew of morning. Craig wasn't sure of the cause of his unannounced emotional outbreaks. They had been coming frequently the entire summer. Soul searching had helped him accept the fact that his dad was gone, and never coming back, that he was not the horrible person he always believed to be.
Yet, something was missing in his life. Something important, something he hadn't been able to find this summer. Craig was a blank puzzle with an important missing piece, one that once he found would show him the picture he was drawing towards.
Something that would change him forever.
A/N: Sorry about the last update, I had some uploading problems. Bear with me, I'm new at this!
Craig positioned his camera, trying to capture the right angle. It was 6:30 AM, and sprinkles of dew were attached to a bed of clovers woven through a spider's web. It made the ideal black and white, and Craig needed it for his next assignment.
"Is that you Craig?!" a high-little girl voice shrieked into the new day.
Craig didn't even have to look around to know who was speaking to him. He ducked down and spun around to the large oak tree off the center of the middle square. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he tiptoed to the tree, praying something would distract her shallow mind from him for a moment. He then climbed up the knots, holding his camera tightly to his chest so it wouldn't ruin, and settled himself into his favorite branch, his body conforming into its figure.
Craig brushed the branches aside and looked up to the balconies of the girls' dormitories. Sure enough, there stood Brittni on the middle one. Her too short, too tight pajamas clinging to her as she twirled her long, blonde hair around her perfectly manicured nailed finger, looking around as if expecting Craig to pop out at any moment with a free shopping trip.
"Craig" she yelled again at the top of her lungs.
Craig winced at the sound of her high baby voice. The girl couldn't take a hint. He'd been doing his best to avoid her all summer, but the high voice piercing his ears as she laughed at everything he said and the nails slapping into his skin whenever she glanced at a "scary" picture (which, ironically, happened to be all of them), plus the occasional butt grabbing in the dark room, had him done. Sure, she was gorgeous, but he wanted to scream bloody hell every time he had to talk to her and listen to her shallowness about her cruises and parties. And her low appreciation towards photography and its art didn't help either, considering this was a photography workshop.
"Only one more week" Craig kept repeating in his mind as he brushed his long, dark curls away from his chocolate eyes, and breathing in the scents of morning. "One more week".
Craig had been spending his summer at the University of Toronto, at a photography workshop. Yes, he was enjoying the atmosphere and the experience of living like a college student, plus improving on his one passion, but that wasn't the main reason he was here.
His father's death had inspired him to spend some time alone to himself to sort out his thoughts and emotions about himself and his life. Everything just seemed to be going wrong, and the suggestion from Joey to spend the summer away alone at a photo workshop for some downtime seemed like the perfect idea.
"Although Joey probably wouldn't have sent me here if he saw Brittni. He'd probably come in my place" Craig thought to himself.
Craig leaped out of the tree and started to walk around the square, hands stuffed in his pockets, observing the little going on around him. He watched sweaty early morning joggers, and summer students getting to early classes. He stopped to watch a little boy being dragged along by his father, a tired look in his eyes. Craig watched as the father reached down to tickle the boy awake, laughter spreading throughout him as they walked off to their destination.
An unarming sensation of emotions filled Craig's body at that moment. Looking down at the ground, Craig focused on walking back to his dorm, but found he couldn't as he went to hide in the same field of clovers he was in earlier. Trying to focus, he wiped away the single tear that fell down his tree, hiding into the drying dew of morning. Craig wasn't sure of the cause of his unannounced emotional outbreaks. They had been coming frequently the entire summer. Soul searching had helped him accept the fact that his dad was gone, and never coming back, that he was not the horrible person he always believed to be.
Yet, something was missing in his life. Something important, something he hadn't been able to find this summer. Craig was a blank puzzle with an important missing piece, one that once he found would show him the picture he was drawing towards.
Something that would change him forever.