Jared Malone Grade 11 Jock // Screw-up member is offline
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Rain rain « Thread Started on Sept 24, 2006, 12:11pm »
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Jared's cold hands dug deep into the pockets of his jeans, clutching whatever he could find there; a switchblade and a gum wrapper. What a find, Jared took a few steps around the damp field. The bottoms of his pants were already soaked through from the early morning's dew, but he didn't seem to mind. He never cared much for being wet, but he'd gotten use to it over the years, living here it wasn't sunny everyday.
Thoughts filled his mind, though most were simply blurs racing by. Memories of his father, all the years his older brother hadn't been there. His addiction, and why his dependacny on heroin was so strong. Why he couldn't just pull himself together and graduate. Failing two years in a row? He had to be an idoit for that to happen. And if he didn't pass this year- he might be kicked out of the school.
The fact that he couldn't think for himself and just become a rebel. That he always had to follow something, and have something show him the way. It was killing him. Eating away at him. Jared couldn't do anything, help anyone. He couldn't even help himself, pull himself out of this grave he'd dug. Well- he hadn't dug it completely by himself. He'd had help. But maybe that was why he lived for himself. Maybe not.
Then, feeling his hair getting weighted down from the wet, he looked up. It just had to rain while he was out there, didn't it? Sighing, he pulled his hand out of his pant pocket and stuffed it in his black leather jacket and brought out a pack of cigarettes. Then with the other hand, brought out a lighter. Pointless in the rain? Probably.
« Last Edit: Sept 24, 2006, 12:16pm by Jared Malone »
It wasn't a strange sight to occasionally see Keirah doing something athletic. It was how she kept her body in shape, really. How could she be expected to be the queen of a dance, which she always was, if she wasn't pretty and what the typical girl embodied perfection as? The day was just starting, it was early, and the Pop was certainly awake and even energetic at the dawning hour.
The weather, as stated over the internet due to the Yahoo! weather feature, was supposed to be clear and crisp, but it didn't seem like that would be the ultimate case. Any athlete would know that a person should stretch a little before jogging or running, and then return to stretch again just for the sake of his or her muscles.
Arriving at the bottom field, Keirah slung off her bag and threw it onto the gravel. She stepped to the middle of the field, where the grass met with the gravel. Her white sneakers, decorated with a bit of pink and drenched in dew, caught glimpses of the fading sunlight. It was obvious that the grass was still wet and it would've been pointless for Keirah to start her stretches on that half of the field.
She'd notice that someone else was there, but she paid little attention to him. Sitting down against the gravel, she began to stretch, though soon after she'd started, rain began to trick down against her bare arms.
"Oh, fuck."
Keirah stopped stretching and pouted to herself for a moment, just to let her anger build before letting it simmer with each passing drop of water. Standing up, she sighed and glared at the ground while her hands held to her hips.
But there was always an umbrella in her sports bag. A smile formed on her lips as she reached for it, taking it out and opening it. Looking around the field, she noticed the stranger. He took a lighter. Well, he certainly wasn't going to get a spark with the building precipitation. Picking up her bag, she slung it over her shoulder and stepped over to the boy, holding the umbrella over his head slightly, blocking the rain from his cigarette and lighter.
It was an odd thing to see a guy such as Jared doing anything athletic, when he didn't have to. He loved reading, not that he'd ever tell anyone, and that was about it. Even though he was a jock you couldn't find him skating in his spare time or shooting hoops for fun. He never really understood why other people would do that for enjoyment, or how they found it enjoyable. Nor, could you ever find Jared looking at, looking for- or caring, about the News. Let alone the weather, even though it was on the homepage of his computer, he just never really got around to it. Or cared to look.
Nope, he wasn't out for exercise. He'd just woken up at 2:00am this morning and couldn't go back to sleep, so he'd wondered around the town instead. Reoccuring nightmares of everything that tormented him were what normally kept him awake.
Jared only looked up from his hunched position when it had suddenly stopped pouring down on him. He'd been trying desperately to light the cancer stick, but as most people would have guessed, was having no luck. He only gave her a moments look then looked back down at his now lighted bud. His hand slipped his lighter back into his leather pocket and pondered lightly at where he knew the girl from. Then it clicked.
"Keirah Heldman? Figured." He said smoothly, though not very cheerfully. He raised an eyebrow as he spoke and offered her a smoke from his package. "What's a girl like you doing out so early? Guess nobody wants you gettin' anymore 'beauty sleep'..." He added, letting a smile walk it's way over his lips as he looked up at her again. She definitly was pretty.
The way Jared was hunched over made Keirah seem a bit taller, though they were around the same height. She wasn't too sure who she was shielding from the rain, and the quick glimpse of him that he'd given her wasn't too much to help when she wasn't looking at him. Her eyes stared across the field, watching as the rain treaded down and harbored the necessities for the grass to flourish. It could have been romantic, sharing an umbrella with someone in unexpected rain, but it simply wasn't.
Rain trickled against her calves as they stood, trailing down t them of her socks. It didn't bother her as much as it could've, she almost seemed preoccupied. Her head shifted just a bit so that she gazed at him while he spoke, his lighter now gone from sight. A polite smile danced on her lips, a peak at perfectly white teeth through her partially parted mouth. Bringing up a hand, she waved it once in a kind rejection.
"No, thank you. I don't smoke."
Although she continued to smile, she seemed to be happy rather than just polite. Even if smoking was something so disgusting to her, it was almost sweet that he'd offer it to her. And at the same time, maybe it was the fact that he knew her, but that wasn't the case. No, he didn't seem happy. But he was polite to offer her a chance at death anyway.
Laughing at the comment he'd added after asking her why she was there, she continued to smile afterwards.
"A girl can't have a pretty body if she doesn't work for it. And even if she can, I personally don't believe in doing things that way." Again, that sweet smile. "What about you? Early morning athletic practice or something?"
Jared turned his head up to her slightly, smiling. She was, or seemed to be a very content person. He'd known many oddly cheerful people in his life, and had never thought of Keirah to be one. He finally straightened up, as to make himself a bit taller, it was the one thing he'd ever had on his brother- so he bore height with pride. He breathed out for a moment and only took one swig of the death stick before letting it drop to the ground and stepping on it, out of respect for the non-smoker. He might act like a jerk to most, but he tries not to -to some.
"Sorry 'bout that," he apologised but couldn't stop smiling. He eyes had raced to the ground, and were following the drenched grass over to the other side of the field. It looked like something from either a chick flick- or one of the Romance stories he'd been reading lately. And they were the characters, Cute...
"I'm not that good of a sleeper, living with the Drama teacher- not as peaceful as you'd think. In all truth- I was just going to go sit on the bench and read... But," he confessed with a shrug, sure that could ruin his bad boy reputation, but what did that matter at the moment? Jared's eyes averted by to Keirah, then seeing how wet she was getting, he bit his lip and turned around. Taking off his leather jacket in the process, then put it around her. Good thing he hadn't been the one running around.
"Kind of looks like something out of a novel, doesn't it?" He pointed out, nodding his head to the pouring rain.
[Sorry for the bad post...]
« Last Edit: Sept 30, 2006, 1:25pm by Jared Malone »
Oh! Oh! See?][It wasn't bad. I liked it.][Oh! Oh! See?
Lifting up just a bit, her hand rose so that the jock wouldn't accidentally ram his head into the umbrella that she held. The rain continued to batter down against them and the world, like the sobbing cry of a mother who'd just lost her treasured child, like the endless tears of a widow who'd lost all reason for life. It all seemed so depressing, and yet it was so perfect. A picture perfect scene to capture reality as it truly was. And yet, the smile still remained on her perfect lips, unadorned with the typical tone of some type of lipstick. She had come out for a workout, not for a pagent. Maybe she actually looked "normal" for once.
The scent of the burning tar and death accentuated the depressive mood that Keirah refused to allow to seep into her system. Turning and watching as he put out the cigarette, she smiled as if to thank him. A faint and short laugh graced the air as she appreciated the clearity of the air returning once again.
"It's alright. You didn't have to. But thanks, Jared."
Yes, she knew who he was. They were acquaintances more than actually friends, weren't they? Apparently, since they never really got to know each other beyond the point of actual understandance and affection. Oh, well.
Listening to him explain his own reason for being out for that reason, she nodded and sighed softly, not from any certain feeling or anything. It was just a habit for her to sigh occasionally. Blinking in curiousity, she titled her head and looked to him.
"What were you going to read?"
Her attention returned once more to the scene rather than just him. The sudden feel of a warm fabric against her bare shoulders brought her out of her strange revelries, her gaze turning quickly and sharply to him just before he withdrew his hands from placing his jacket along her flesh. Smiling, she blushed faintly, just from the sweet, gentleman-like gesture.
About to reply, he questioned the scenario.
"It does," she replied softly, smiling slightly. "It really does."
For a moment, she wished to herself that she could frame the unfinished memory and keep it, never letting the time continue and persist. It was almost perfect. Standing in the rain, sharing an umbrella.. all with a person who could've been a stranger.
Jared Malone Grade 11 Jock // Screw-up member is offline
Those who stand for nothing, fall for everything.
Joined: Sept 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 53 Location: Some street corner... Karma: 0
Re: Rain rain « Reply #6 on Oct 7, 2006, 3:26pm »
Keirah Heldman would never look 'normal' to Jared. He'd grown up beside her his entire life, he'd seen the good the bad and the 'ugly' which was never really that ugly after all. But Jared could just imagine what he looked like right now- a drowned rat. Yes, as most people said 'you don't have to not smoke while I'm around', Jared -depending on who the person was- respected their choice in a healthy lifestyle and refrained.
"Melville, Moby Dick actually."
Jared said with a shurg. Of course he wasn't about to add in there the 'for the fifth time', which would have made it more the truth. He guided his hand up to take the umbrella from her, and held it himself. It was a pretty scenerio, but unfortuantly they had no camera, or reason to make it exceptionally memorable. If only they'd be dating and broken up- then this had happened. That would have ben a much better, ore meaningfilled meeting.
"We could go sit on a bench and stare at our shoes if you like."
The suggestion, wasn't as though they'd known each other long enough to make this situation specail. Honestly, in most movies at this point the main characters start makingout. Not that Jared would have any objection had they done it as well, but that notion was probably not coming from both sides.
Jared's voice seemed to smooth in with the beating of the continuous rain. With the four spoken words, she returned her gaze back to him, her head turning to a slight angle. Beautiful brown eyes gazed up at him, the damp sunlight that seeped through the silvery clouds illuminating them even as they were beneath the protection of her umbrella. His own picture of himself seemed a bit off through her eyes, though maybe she just saw him differently.
Pondering the title and author, and which was which for a moment, she concluded that the book's title was [u]Moby Dick[/b] and the author was Melville. She wasn't too sure what the novel was about, but it didn't bother her too much.
Her head turned away from him as he fell silent into his shrug. She watched the raindrops drip down from the polyester cloth of the umbrella, mixing in with the tears falling from the clouds. Silence danced for a moment while they simply stood and stared until she felt the umbrella being taken from her. Looking up at him, she smiled and let go of it, bringing her hand down to her side. Instead of thanking him plainly, she giggled softly and sighed contently.
The giggle she'd given released a joyous laughter as he gave the suggestion, though her voice faded and she was left gazing up at him in silence. A smile crested on her lips and seemed to shine through her eyes. Nodding, she laughed a bit, the traces in her words.
"It sounds like a good idea to me."
Slowly, so that they could walk in sync under the umbrella, she started to walk towards a bench. She tugged lightly on the jacket he'd placed over her shoulders, smiling up at him occasionally.
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