RayyyyI mean YOLO right? Joined: May 2, 2010Status: OfflinePosts: 31277Rep:
Real Life or Odd Fantasy? I Guess We Will Find Out! Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:00:01 AM#234065Perm Link
(I'm not really sure where I will go with this...if you want to make a character later on - when I actually know what is going on - then just PM them to me XD)
The girl twirled away, almost impatiently, at her brunette curls, with a skinny finger. Each lock was placed perfectly on her shoulders or back. Eyes, much like the clear summer sky, gaze from person to person at the massive park. But she couldn’t spot him out amongst the crowds of happy families.
The green grass was neatly trimmed from being recently mowed, and as bodies tackled one another down in a game of nearby friendly football, strands of loose greens fly up and away with the afternoon breeze. Trees were placed throughout the acres of land. They couldn’t be much bigger than ten feet of height, dropping emerald leaves onto the spring grass every now and then.
A smile plays on her pink, recently glossed, lips as she watches each and every group. Multiple families were spread about in their own spaces, either having a picnic or attending some sort of game. But the area was full of life that was too hard to possibly describe.
Her pierced ears seemingly twitch at the sounds of nearing footsteps. She turns her heart-shaped face to beam at the oncoming figure. A tall and lanky boy, no more than 17 years of age – making him an entire twelve months older than the girl, makes his way towards her. She shifts her small, yet athletic, figure to be sitting on the wooden park bench, instead of lying like she had once been doing. She couldn’t help but giggle impishly as his dimples were suddenly revealed, as were pearly white teeth. The grin he wore caused his eyes to become dark slits. Up close one could tell his eyes are coffee brown. Warm and subtle, yet filled with energy.
The sunlight seemed brighter when he was around. The girl had to squint as the rays blared down, beating on the helpless pedestrians below. Then, with the voice of a fairy that was having too much fun, she chimes. “Oliver, I never invited you.” Her tone was teasing. He plops himself beside her, causing the seat to jump a bit.
“I don’t need an invitation.” The boy, Oliver, smirks. She could feel the pink spread from cheek to cheek. That look was too much for her to handle, and Oliver knows that. He then adds in laughter. “You should know that Addy.” Her full name is actually Addyson, but being called that was quite rare these days. Especially when it came to Oliver.
Addy glances down at the cement path that the bench rests beside. She bites her lower lip, as if nervous. But she is far from it. The two have known each other for years, long enough for Addy to be more than open around him. They were known for their intense burping contests or arm wrestling competitions.
With a contempt sigh, Oliver ruffles his, shaggy, black hair with a tan hand. Addy had told him numerous times that a haircut was in great need. She would NEVER admit how cute he looked with his hair longer, though. The bangs were almost falling into his eyes, covering his dark brows. It wasn’t too long, where he would look strange, but just perfect to match his lean face. His features are sharp, a head that would be seen on the cover of a teen magazine.
He breaks the silence, almost too suddenly. “Hey Addy, I see you are wearing the shirt I got you for your birthday.” Oliver nods down at the top she has on. A loose-fitting 3OH!3 tee that still managed to show off her nice figure. She decided that a white shirt would be better than a black one in this heat.
“Of course!” Addy snickers, jumping up to her, aqua blue converse-covered, feet. She whirls around, with such lethal grace that Oliver flinches slightly, to face him. His eyes flicker up and down as he scans her, peach complexioned, five-foot-four-inch, body.
Oliver then grumbles something under his breath before stating aloud. “Addyson Promyse Putnim, what in the world are you wearing? I swear, if those jean shorts were any shorter you may as well have gone out wearing underwear!”
Addy’s response is to slap his forehead. “Shoulda had a V8!” She sticks her tongue out. “Then maybe things would be different?” She shrugs, her slender shoulders lethargically moving up and down.
“Strange children must be punished!” Oliver calls out, rising and getting Addy in a headlock. He was nearly a foot taller, and most likely fourty pounds heavier. The boy and girl burst into a fit of laughter, and collapse on the nearby grass. Addy is sprawled out on top of Oliver, trying to catch her breath. Oliver closes his eyes as the sun’s natural light comes down to touch his skin. After a moment, Addy rolls off of him and gets to her feet. She helps him up, and brushes the grass off of his name brand, athletic, clothing and shoes.
After clearing her throat, Addy pouts. “Since you got to call me by my full name, I get to call you by yours.” Oliver seemed to ponder this, before nodding in response. “Oliver Lee Turner! How dare you beat on those younger than you?” She adds the scolding finger and all. Even though she tried to make her expression match her tone and gestures, Oliver just chuckles.
“Hey, it’s not funny.” Addy grumbles under her breath, folding her arms over her chest. Despite her words, Oliver continues to laugh, if not even harder than a second ago. But when Addy stomps her foot on the ground, Oliver instantly shuts up. A vixen smile comes upon her face as she stands straight. “Good to see you learned your lesson from the last time I did that.” What had happened would be something Oliver would rather not bring up. Addy could tell.