Ok this is going to be a short one. I wrote this whilst sitting in a tree. Weird? Yeah I know it is, lol. Well anyways I don't own Anything. Enjoy. Please R Photographs
Artist; Nickelback
Pairing; Smacked
Mac sighed, he punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape, then threw his head back down on it. It was no use. He couldn't sleep again. He pulled the covers off him, and sat up. Mac swung his legs off the bed and stood up slowly. He made his way over to turn on the light. Fumbling in the dark, something crashed into his knee and sent him flying.
" Ouch" he shouted, as he landed hard on his bedroom floor. " What the hell was that?" he cursed as he stood up. He ran his hand along the wall, and switched on the light. " Crap" he muttered as he looked down and saw a ton of photographs, now spread out on his floor. He must of knocked the boxes that held them over. Crouching down he picked up one of the photos. It was of him, Don, Danny and Hawkes. They were in the lab. It must off been around Christmas time because they were all wearing Santa hats. Danny, Don and Hawkes all had grins on their faces. Whereas Mac had a soft smile displayed upon his face. It was probably directed at the person taking the photo. Mac picked up another photo, and there she was the woman who he had been smiling at. Stella. Her emerald green eyes were sparkling, her olive skin was a contrast to the red shirt she was wearing. Her smile was radiant, enhanced by the sunlight. Mac smiled softly at the picture and stood up. He stumbled towards his kitchen, he picked up his wallet from the counter. Mac smiled at the photo once more and slipped it into his wallet. He planned to keep that photo forever.
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Mac smiled as he finished putting the photos back into their boxes. He looked at the clock. 7;56. He let out a low whistle, he had been sorting out the photos for the past 4 hours. He had put most of the photos back, but also he now had a large stack of photos on his bed. Some of them were of the team. But most of them were just Stella and him. He smiled and remembered the memories that were attached to them. Happy memories, he thought. He had found pictures of him and Peyton, as he was looking though the photographs. Mac cast a look over at his bin and saw the remainder of those photos. He smiled as he reached for his phone. He felt like going out for a day. Picking it up he sent Stella a text.
Hey Stell, meet me at central park at 10;00. bring a camera. Mac. Xx
Mac smiled and pressed send. He better make room in those boxes, for his future, for his and Stella's future.