Broken Angel [pafp] (girl needed)

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    Duarte pushes himself to his feet the grabs his sweatshirt. Much as he didn't want to leave he also didn't want to stay away too long. He pulled his sweatshirt on with a sigh and started trudging slowly back to his car kicking up rocks as he went.

    Aria reaches her car and gets in, still seeing images of the flying figure in the sky running through her mind. "I can't tell anyone, or they will think I am insane," she says quietly to herself. She nods with finality and starts her car, driving down the little back road that was partially gravel.

    Duarte rounded the trees in time to see a car driving out quickly. "Oh no..." He muttered all his exhilaration melting away. Had someone seen him. The car also looked familiar. Even greater problem. The car belonged to Aria. Had she seen him? Had she recognized him? What would she think? He could only hope that she hasn't seen or at least hadn't recognized him. He had to be more careful.

    Aria doesn't see Duarte until the last minute in her rear view mirror. She knits her brow, "Well he did say that he likes it out here, so that couldn't have possibly been him." She started to laugh at herself, "Ha, wings, I think someone put something into my breakfast," She says with a huff.

    Worried and uncertain Duarte went to his car, opened the door, and sat down. He just sat for a while stressing out a bit the shook his head trying to convince himself. "She didn't see me," he said. "She just happened to be here then drove away."

    Aria gets home, her hands shaking slightly, the image of someone with wings becoming more and more clear in her mind. She runs her hands through her hair, slightly stressed and gets out of her car. She goes into the house in silence.

    Stressed and alarmed Duarte drove home muttering to himself the whole way. Why was he so stupid? Couldn't he just keep his mouth shut for once? He just knew she would hate him now. He was a total freak. He kept trying to reasure himself. She didn't see. She didn't see. She didn't see.

    Aria goes into her room, "I wonder if he saw the same thing that I did. Probably not though, I shouldn't have been out there," She says to herself. She sinks down on her bed, her thoughts spinning, *I just need to forget it, it didn't happen, it was my imagination,* she thinks to herself.

    Duarte drove into the garage and walked into the house slamming the door behind him. He stormed up to his room. He heard his mother calling to him asking him if anything was wrong. He ignored her and shit the door to his room falling onto his bed and slamming his head into his hands.

    Aria sighs and lays back on her bed, "I really cant wait until tomorrow, then I get to see Duarte... Dad's right, I do have it bad." She says to herself softly, pushing her face into a pillow in frustration. She looks at her small stack of music in the corner. She goes over to the stack and picks it up, flipping through a couple of pages of it.

    Duarte just sat there a while. Starting at nothing. He just allowed himself to be lost in his thoughts not even trying to chase them away by working on a project or something. He kept running through different possible situations in his mind. She didn't see him. She hasn't recognized him. She was just driving by. It wasn't her just someone with a similar car. Yet none seemed to ease his mind.

    The thought of school tomorrow made her smile. "I am just being dramatic, I need to cool my jets," she says, pulling out a particular piece of music and reading it. She sighs looking at her guitar case that is propped up in the same corner. She picks it up and lays it on her bed, unlatching the metal latches and opening the case.

    Duarte decided he just needed to calm down. It was going to be ok. Worst thing he would just go back to being a loner. He was used to that. It wasn't terrible. He hoped it wasn't true though. He didn't want to lose his only friend. He shook his head. "We'll just see how it play out," he murmured.



    (I'm sorry the site is acting up on me. I do this off my iPod and now it just keeps logging me out. I don't think I'll be on as much because I'm going to start doing it off my computer if it doesn't improve.)

    OOC: its okay, I do it on my laptop and sometimes it acts weird


    IC: The piece of music that Aria had pulled out was called "Birdy Will Sing," and it was written for Aria by a family friend. She picks up her guitar and tunes it, ready to play the first couple of chords, the sound making her think of Duarte.

    OOC sorry it's being really annoying. Won't even let me on my account. Ugh. I think I will be using my computer from now on. I'll try to get on at least once every day.



    IC Duarte settled down at his desk after a while and started a design sketch. He walked to make something special to give to Aria, and he had just the right idea. He hoped she would like. Well he hoped they would still be friends so he could give it to her. He wasn't sure what all she liked, but he thought his little gift would do good. After all it's the thought that counts right?

    OOC: its alright, technology these days, its so silly-minded
    IC:
    Aria sits on the edge of her bed, the piece of music set beside her leg. She places her fingers on the strings and reads the music as she plays softly, not wanting to be too loud. She moves her fingers against the tough, steel strings easily, the motions coming naturally to her.

    OOC on computer!



    IC Duarte got right to work with sizing. It would be small, but in that way portable. But small was also harder to make with the wires and movable parts. He did a quick check to be sure he had the correct materials. His check proved satisfactory. It should work.

    Aria jumps when her sister opens her door, causing the music to fall off of her bed, "Mom said that dinner is ready," her sister says quietly, looking curiously at the papers scattered on the floor.
    "I am coming," Aria says firmly, shooing her sister out of the room. She quickly gathers all of the papers and puts them back in the corner in a neat stack. She placed her guitar in the case gently and propped it back up against the wall where it was before.

    Duarte actually went down to eat dinner with his family. Trying to brighten his mood a bit it get his mind off the troubling events from earlier he actual started a conversation at the table about school. He could tell his adoptive parents were pleased with this new behavior from him.

    Aria eats her dinner with her family in silence, listening to the others talk amongst themselves. She had forgotten how much she loves music. Her parents made her stop, in order for her to spend all of her time on school. It wasn't that she was a bad student before, but music has always interested her more than school, not that she could tell her parents that. She knows that her sister won't go off and tell on her, but she also knows that sooner or later, she would come home from school, and the sheet music would be burning in the fireplace and the guitar would be sold.