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Post by {Britt} on Sept 27, 2006 11:45:19 GMT 11
A small frame of a girl, shown in the moonlight. Laying flat on her back, Brittany had her hands laced behind her head. Blue-Green gem's were focused up on the gorgeous starry night sky.
There was no real purpose of her being out here at this time of night, expect star gazing. She hadn't done it in age's and tonight she had a really strong urge to do it.
Her upper torso, was covered with a red tank top that was over lapped with another white tank top. Blue jeans hugged her hips and flowed down her legs, and her black converse graced her feet. But stupid Britt frogot a sweater or jacket. Luckily though, it wasn't too cold yet, but it was still kind of chilly.
Sitting up, she hugged herself, her hands rubbing up and down her arms, trying to keep them warm. Then suddenly she heard footsteps in the near distance. Snapping her head back behind her, she couldn't see anything, but that was probably cause of the huge oak tree. It was blocking her view of the person that was coming...
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Post by #PETE. on Sept 27, 2006 11:57:07 GMT 11
Ah, . Pete had lost his soccer ball again, for what must've been the thousandth time that day. Just his luck, hmm? He always ended up misplacing it, especially when he was practicing alone. So, he had followed the path in the woods that he thought might lead to the ball and ended up at the grounds, far away from where he had started. Rolling his eyes, he was just about to turn away when he spotted something gleaming in the moonlight. His ball.
"Gotchya," the handsome young man grinned, picking up the ball and juggling it easily with his foot. There seemed to be someone out there, though.. holding the ball still, Pete moved forward cautiously and went into his 'stealth' mode, the one he used on Britt all the time. Well, speak of the devil. As his clear hazel eyes adjusted to the darkness, he recognized the figure that he had come to know and love better than his own. What a coincidence?
Dropping the ball, Pete ran over to tackle hug his best friend Britt and tumble down to the ground besides her. "Brittany Anna Jones!" he exclaimed, showering her with kisses wherever he could reach-- her eyes, nose, forehead, hair, lips, neck. You name it, he got it. Slipping off his black sweatshirt, he put it over her slight shoulders and grinned like an idiot down at her. It was one of those Pete smiles, too, the ones that could light up a room and were undeniabley adorable.
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Post by {Britt} on Sept 27, 2006 12:08:29 GMT 11
As she saw a figure come from around the tree, she smiled seeing it was a boy. But figuring it was no one she knew, she turned back around, so her back was to him. That lasted about 2.5 seconds, once she heard her name being yelled she turned her head back around to see none other then her best friend in the entire world, "Pete!" she yelled happily back at him. Giggling as he tackle hugged her flat on her back. Being showered with kisses, she just giggled some more, not really thinking of it, it was normal for him to greet her like that. "You nut." she said with a huge grin on her delicate features. "Thanks" she then said as she slipped her arms through the arm holes of his sweater, almost instantly feeling warmer. "Where in the world did you come from?" she asked looking over at him with a sweet smile on her soft lips.
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Post by #PETE. on Oct 1, 2006 0:27:42 GMT 11
Haha, well maybe Pete was a nut. I guess he was just acting all crazy because he had gone ONE day without seeing Britt and that was not a good thing for him. "A nut?" the handsome boy grinned, settling himself closely by her so that she could lean her head on his shoulders if she wanted to. "Please. I was suffering from seperation anxiety." Oh, Pete and his excuses. He was rather adorable though, because he stated his excuse with such conviction.
Where did he come from? Good question. Pete looked over at her and grinned sheepishly.. she knew how many times his soccer ball had gotten him in trouble. "Well, I was just practicing some soccer and the ball rolled away, I've been searching for it for about two hours now. It's my prized ball, y'know?" Yes, Britt did know-- they had gone to the world cup together a few years ago and Pete had gotten his favourite ball signed by none other than David Beckham.
"So, I just found it out in this little clearing and when I reached over to get it, guess who I saw?" Peter poked Britt in the side. "You!" He placed his strong arm around her shoulders, smiling over at her and ruffling her hair with his free hand. Wow, he didn't remember Brittany being so pretty.. had she always been gorgeous or was it just now that he was realizing things like that? WAIT. Taboo. She was his best friend. JUST his best friend.
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Post by {Britt} on Oct 7, 2006 17:28:02 GMT 11
She heard him repeat her statement about him being a nut. And she nodded with a grin. "Yes, a nut." she said giggling softly. Feeling him scoot closer, she grinned to herself. And she did just what he figured she probably would. She leaned her pretty little head on his shoulder, but only for a moment. Hearing him say he suffered from seperation anxiety. She lifted her head up off his shoulder and looked at him. A cute little smile curling her lips. "Aww did Petey miss his Britty?" she asked calling him by his nickname that she had called him ever since she can remember. She even called herself by his nickname for her. Not that she really minded, she thought her nickname was actually kind of cute.
Hearing his sentense start off with 'Well I was practicing some soccer.' She really didn't need to hear anymore, but she listened anyways. She just had the feeling that it was something to that effect. Giggling softly, she rolled her eyes. "I sorta figured it was something like that." she said teasing him. Then hearing him say it was his prized ball, he nodded. "Yes I know Pete. I was there with you when you got it, remember?" she said poking him softly in the side.
Listening to his next comment, she smirked. And then when he poked her in the side, she squirmed and slightly jumped to the side with a squeek. Feeling his arm then place itself around her shoulders, she suddenly felt safe. A content sigh escaped her lips. But then feeling him ruffle her hair, she strunched up her nose. "Heeey." she whined, lifting her arms, letting her fingers run right through her multi-colored hair, straightening it out as much as possible. "That wasn't cool, mister." she said poking him in his side again.
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