Posts by sweettart22

Brooklyn stopped at the wooden railing that separated the parking lot from the beach. She leaned into it, resting on her elbows and soaking in the salty comfort of the beach. The crashing silence of the waves loured her closer to the water and soon, she found herself walking down to the shore.
She left her shoes only slightly hidden next to a tree and smashed her feet into the damp sand, where the waves eagerly climbed.
The cool water ran across her feet, sending chills up her spine.
She usually ended up here when she went on walks.
Especially on the weekends.
This was the best kind of noise.
The kind that made her feel like she made the right choices.
The kind that kept her away from herself.

She pulled her sweater sleeves further down her arms, following down the shore.
The salty spray pushed through her, making its way to the tightest parts of her.
A stone skipped out on the water, bringing her attention to the thrower.
MacLain.
How many more opportunities was she going to have to embarrass herself today?
How many was she gonna give herself?
Moving up the sand toward him, she prayed he didn't want to be alone.
She had this unspoken attraction toward him.
Well, most girls did, but she wasn't around him for his looks, or anything like that.
Just his friendship seemed like it would be enough.
Not that she had it.
"Hey." She called softly, walking timidly up to him.

[size=7pt]Sorry, it's been a long week and I still probably won't be on much this weekend.[/size]

She let out a nervous laugh and dragged a hand through her messy hair.
"Sadly no. I'm very upset about it."

Shall we start plotting?

Brooklyn rolled over in her bed, while the echoing sound of her alarm pulled her from the only place she didn't feel lonely.
Her head.
She let a low groan out into her pillow when she realized she actually had to get out of bed and go to school.
The stream of light that peaked through the cracks in her curtains, cut through the shadows of her bedroom and placed a path to her bathroom.
With a grunt, she rolled the rest of the way off her bed and stumbled her way out of sleep, to get ready for the day.

Her head snapped in his direction, something almost like worry or maybe sadness, seeping into the lines of her face.
"No." She said quickly, her voice sharp.
"I won't."
She didn't know him, the only thing she did know was that he got her stuck here on a Saturday morning, but there was something.
Some teeny tiny, weird thing that she saw in him.
That she couldn't turn away from.

"Does that mean I need to get you one?" She joked, her lips feigning a ghost of a smile.

Her smile took full form as she watched him.
"Ooh, maybe a butterfly or a heart." She was joking, but the feathery laugh she couldn't help but let out seemed to take a weight off of her chest.

"Wait, you have an actual tattoo?" She questioned in awe, leaning closer to him.
"Can I see it?" Her voice was low, almost in a whisper, like it was a secret.

Hey guys, no one's really put out, so maybe just maybe, we could just kinda start the thread like at a party or something??
Just an idea.

She scooted to the edge of her chair excitedly to get a better look at his arm.
Her fingers moved above his skin, so close she could almost feel it.
"That's..." She traced the tips of her fingers over the lines on his forearm.
Her lips twitched slightly in a smile, almost like she was looking at a memory.
She looked back up to him, her eyes shining like a child's.
"That's cool."
Cool? Really?

Yeah. Like maybe most/all of us could be at a party.
I don't know, it was just an idea.

Yeah, at a ball.

Brooklyn sat back in her seat, turning away from him.
"Awe, too bad. I was really counting on you getting naked."
She looked at him and covered her embaressment with a wink.
"I've always wanted a tattoo, but my da-" She looked away from him quickly and straightened in her chair.
"I just don't have time."

She tried a weak smile without looking at him.
"I just can't."

Her eyebrows clicked together for a second while she turned her head to look at him.
"Each to their own?" She wondered out loud.

She turned away from him again and let a puff of air out of her noise in sort of a laugh.
Her eyebrows knitted together yet again and she stared down at her desk.
"Uh, yeah. Guess not." Her voice was small and she tangled her fingers together on top of her desk.
She shouldn't have let him get to her.
She wouldn't let him get to her.

She pulled herself out of her thoughts and cleared her throat.
"Would you ever show me?" She asked, turning in her desk to face him.

"Your back. Would you ever let me see them?" She bit her lip, hoping she didn't sound like she was trying to get him out of his clothes.

She shrugged and a smug smile made its way across her face. "If they're not impressive then why get them drawn into your skin forever?"