Title: Were Broken Now
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17@aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative
Summary; When Amy & Matt's relationship is going sour, the secrets kept by the person your closest to may be the biggest betrayal of all.
Pairing: No Freakin Idea at the moment, I'll let you guys decide. Its not Amy/Matt though!
Author's Notes: I found a poem I wrote a long time ago a few weeks ago and I began reading it and brainstorming and decided on this story!
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The sun was shining brightly, a beautiful Thursday afternoon at a small park with nothing but an old rusty slide and a beaten up swing set.
In it's prime the swing set held eight swings, but now the swing set only held two, and they were currently occupied by two grown adults, a man and woman. They had been coming here ever since they walked by one day and could practically feel the energy and child like essence that the once vibrant park held, even if it hadn't been used in over a decade. It was just broken down after a long period of time. Benches were broken in half and the picnic tables had long since been snatched by teenagers. Now the only proof of this once magnificent place, almost magical place was the old creaking swing set and the rusted slide, which was used for jumping off the opposite end of the slide to the brown dying grass surrounding it.
The pair however wasn't taking advantage of their surroundings, letting themselves forget they were grown and let their youth come alive that they both had buried when responsibility reared it's ugly head.
They were too engrossed in conversation to notice.
"So he didn't say anything?" The man said, he was quite handsome by the way, who's hair was blonde today, which was very rare because of his individuality and creative drive, that his natural hair color was rarely seen.
His friend, who happened to be one of his best friends, a pretty red head, who was just as independent as her friend. "He was fine with it, he practically begged me to go."
"Ames, honestly, do you think he'd be glad to have you gone? He just wants what's best for your career."
"I know Jeff, I know. But he's never home. He's always with Michael for character development or with Shane."
A look of confusion flashed in his green eyes. "With Shane?"
Confusion swept over the red head's pretty face, "Yeah, you sounded a little surprised by that, is there something I don't know?"
He simply shrugged his shoulders. "Your guess is mine." He turned from his friends, and looked straight ahead to the blue North Carolina sky, as a thoughtful expression settled itself on his face. "Don't be upset over this Ames, in a few weeks, development will be over and he'll have a new plot or whatever and he can split time between you and Shane."
He closed his eyes, blocking out the scenery in front of him, but he could still feel her intense gaze on him, he could feel her sympathy.
"What about you?" She asked, softly like a lost child.
He snapped his eyes open, and turned to Amy, "What about me?"
"Don't you want to spend some time with your brother?"
Jeff let in a deep sigh. "Sure, why not?" Then let out a laugh.
He was rewarded with a smile from her.
It seemed the conversation had grown stale and the topic needed to be changed, so Amy took the initiative .
She reached, grasping a strand of his blonde hair. "Why don't you come over and we'll dye your hair? Matt isn't going to be home, he's staying at Michael's hotel tonight because he doesn't want to drive home late."
Before even thinking, Jeff let his surprise be known. "Late? Matt doesn't go to bed
Until four in the morning."
Amy studied Jeff's expression for a moment, then let out a soft laugh. "You know Michael, Matt proabably doesn't want to drive home drunk."
"Yeah probably." Jeff answered, not trying hard enough to hide the doubt in his voice, but Amy didn't say anything after that, accepting her own poor excuse.
Sympathy washed over his face. He felt the need to just comfort his friend somehow, get the thought of this Matt mess out of her head.
"I'm bored."
Amy looked to her handsome friend, and let out a small laugh. "Oh course you are Jeff." and reached out, grasping his chin and turning him to look her straight in the eye, hazel met green. "You can never stand still." She said in a playful whisper. "I swear you have ADHD." and with that she stood.
Jeff's mouth gaped, showing mock hurt. "Moi?" and he too stood, much taller then his friend. "You must be mistaken."
She stepped slowly away from her friend, walking backwards so she could see his face. "I don't think so Jeff. There's something that separates you from everyone else."
An embarrassed smile spread over his lips.
"I think it's the smell." Turning on her heel, she made a mad dash toward the gate, trying to out run her friend, which was a difficult task.
Of course she was correct, since he was behind her moments.
She ran past the rusted slide, almost home free.
Jeff decided to run up the slide, jumping off the end, missing the ladder completely. Landing perfectly, landing on the red head, taking her down. He grabbed her arms, and pinned them over her head.
"Now what about my smell?"
A sheepish smile spread over the red heads face. "Um, refreshing? Defiantly that sexy Lever 2000 that drives people insane."
"Uh huh, yeah." Jeff replied, a smile on his face almost as big as hers. "So let me ask you this." He stated, inching his face close to hers. "What soap drives you insane?"
Amy let out a loud howl of a laugh, her face red, and tears streaming down her face. From embarrassment, or sexual tension or maybe because it was so damn funny she wasn't sure. It just seemed it was something to laugh at.
And that was something only Jeff could do.
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17@aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative
Summary; When Amy & Matt's relationship is going sour, the secrets kept by the person your closest to may be the biggest betrayal of all.
Pairing: No Freakin Idea at the moment, I'll let you guys decide. Its not Amy/Matt though!
Author's Notes: I found a poem I wrote a long time ago a few weeks ago and I began reading it and brainstorming and decided on this story!
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The sun was shining brightly, a beautiful Thursday afternoon at a small park with nothing but an old rusty slide and a beaten up swing set.
In it's prime the swing set held eight swings, but now the swing set only held two, and they were currently occupied by two grown adults, a man and woman. They had been coming here ever since they walked by one day and could practically feel the energy and child like essence that the once vibrant park held, even if it hadn't been used in over a decade. It was just broken down after a long period of time. Benches were broken in half and the picnic tables had long since been snatched by teenagers. Now the only proof of this once magnificent place, almost magical place was the old creaking swing set and the rusted slide, which was used for jumping off the opposite end of the slide to the brown dying grass surrounding it.
The pair however wasn't taking advantage of their surroundings, letting themselves forget they were grown and let their youth come alive that they both had buried when responsibility reared it's ugly head.
They were too engrossed in conversation to notice.
"So he didn't say anything?" The man said, he was quite handsome by the way, who's hair was blonde today, which was very rare because of his individuality and creative drive, that his natural hair color was rarely seen.
His friend, who happened to be one of his best friends, a pretty red head, who was just as independent as her friend. "He was fine with it, he practically begged me to go."
"Ames, honestly, do you think he'd be glad to have you gone? He just wants what's best for your career."
"I know Jeff, I know. But he's never home. He's always with Michael for character development or with Shane."
A look of confusion flashed in his green eyes. "With Shane?"
Confusion swept over the red head's pretty face, "Yeah, you sounded a little surprised by that, is there something I don't know?"
He simply shrugged his shoulders. "Your guess is mine." He turned from his friends, and looked straight ahead to the blue North Carolina sky, as a thoughtful expression settled itself on his face. "Don't be upset over this Ames, in a few weeks, development will be over and he'll have a new plot or whatever and he can split time between you and Shane."
He closed his eyes, blocking out the scenery in front of him, but he could still feel her intense gaze on him, he could feel her sympathy.
"What about you?" She asked, softly like a lost child.
He snapped his eyes open, and turned to Amy, "What about me?"
"Don't you want to spend some time with your brother?"
Jeff let in a deep sigh. "Sure, why not?" Then let out a laugh.
He was rewarded with a smile from her.
It seemed the conversation had grown stale and the topic needed to be changed, so Amy took the initiative .
She reached, grasping a strand of his blonde hair. "Why don't you come over and we'll dye your hair? Matt isn't going to be home, he's staying at Michael's hotel tonight because he doesn't want to drive home late."
Before even thinking, Jeff let his surprise be known. "Late? Matt doesn't go to bed
Until four in the morning."
Amy studied Jeff's expression for a moment, then let out a soft laugh. "You know Michael, Matt proabably doesn't want to drive home drunk."
"Yeah probably." Jeff answered, not trying hard enough to hide the doubt in his voice, but Amy didn't say anything after that, accepting her own poor excuse.
Sympathy washed over his face. He felt the need to just comfort his friend somehow, get the thought of this Matt mess out of her head.
"I'm bored."
Amy looked to her handsome friend, and let out a small laugh. "Oh course you are Jeff." and reached out, grasping his chin and turning him to look her straight in the eye, hazel met green. "You can never stand still." She said in a playful whisper. "I swear you have ADHD." and with that she stood.
Jeff's mouth gaped, showing mock hurt. "Moi?" and he too stood, much taller then his friend. "You must be mistaken."
She stepped slowly away from her friend, walking backwards so she could see his face. "I don't think so Jeff. There's something that separates you from everyone else."
An embarrassed smile spread over his lips.
"I think it's the smell." Turning on her heel, she made a mad dash toward the gate, trying to out run her friend, which was a difficult task.
Of course she was correct, since he was behind her moments.
She ran past the rusted slide, almost home free.
Jeff decided to run up the slide, jumping off the end, missing the ladder completely. Landing perfectly, landing on the red head, taking her down. He grabbed her arms, and pinned them over her head.
"Now what about my smell?"
A sheepish smile spread over the red heads face. "Um, refreshing? Defiantly that sexy Lever 2000 that drives people insane."
"Uh huh, yeah." Jeff replied, a smile on his face almost as big as hers. "So let me ask you this." He stated, inching his face close to hers. "What soap drives you insane?"
Amy let out a loud howl of a laugh, her face red, and tears streaming down her face. From embarrassment, or sexual tension or maybe because it was so damn funny she wasn't sure. It just seemed it was something to laugh at.
And that was something only Jeff could do.