Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[dwarjam]

Lol.. xD

[starstream<=]

&&
charlie && lenora && the lonely

"Broken pieces of
a barely breathing story..."

"It's over. Sorry, hun, but you were just a little too sweet for my taste. Roxxy's just a little tougher, ya know? I don't wanna go hurtin' yer feelings." Charlie's rough voice purred into Lenora's ear through the phone. In the background she could hear a high-pitched giggle. "You understand, right babe?"
"Uh, y-yeah. I... I understand. I just wish that-" She started to say, her soft voice trembling with tears. "Peeerrfect. See ya sometime around, eh?" He interrupted, then hung up.
Staring at the phone in her hand, Lenora felt the tears starting to come, but shook her. "No... I... I have to be tough..." She said to herself, and then went back into the little truck stop diner where she worked as a waitress. It was a crappy job, but it paid the bills, and truckers gave good tips if you knew how to talk to them.
That was how she'd me Charl- no. "No thoughts of him." She thought. Setting her mouth in a grim line, she went back to work.

"Dancing slowly in an empty room,
can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby...
Let you go and let the lonely in
to take my heart again."

She fell onto her couch with a sigh and began unlacing her shoes, and taking them off. Stretching her toes and arch, she stood up, then pointed one delicate foot in front of her and went up on the pointes of her toes. Ballet was her passion, but ballerinas don't fair well in the rural countryside, and she had never found a way out. "Maybe someday..." She dreamed as she danced around the empty room, her feet squeaking against the rough linoleum.
Dancing until she breathed heavily, she collapsed onto the couch, turning on her small television. A static-y rerun of some old comedy came on, and as the fake audience laughed, Lenora's eyes drifted shut....
And then opened in alarm as she felt a pressure of a person sit on the couch next to her. Night had fallen, casting the little room into shadows, light from the TV playing on the ceiling. Turning her head slowly in fear, she came face to face with a glowing creature, black holes where eyes should be and chains hanging from it's tattered white clothes. "Wh-Who are you?" She asked, her voice shaking.
Looking at her sadly, it opened it's mouth and spoke, words whispering like dying memories.
"It's me, Lenora. The Lonely."

"...where there once was love
now there's only me
and the lonely..."




to get the full effect, you should listen to this. gorgeous gorgeous song...
maybe continue? meh. this is all for tonight...

[Never & Rush]

August (f) & Oliver (m)

He fidgeted with the silver box in his pocket, waiting anxiously for the right time to turn around the corner to her home. The small blinking screen that displayed the time in his car finally flicked to 5:30 PM, and he put the car in motion, pulling around the block and into her driveway. She stood out front of the house, pearly smile lighting up her face as he stepped out of the car and held open the passenger door for her. His heart swelled at the sight of her. She had never looked lovelier, in a velvety red holiday dress tied with a sprig of holly, and bronze hair in a delicate braid.
“M’lady, I cannot put in words how beautiful you are,” he held the door with one hand and reached out to her with the other. Her smile widened and she took his hand, blushing as he leaned down to kiss her hand. As he pulled away, she stood on her toes to wrap her pale arms around his neck.
“Ollie, you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met,” she whispered in his ear, then stepped back again to share another brief smile with him. His hand drew immediately to his pocket, thick fingers wrapping around the silver box, but she slid into the passenger’s seat before he could pull it out.
Oliver sighed. Not yet, wait until after dinner. He told himself firmly, walking around to the driver’s side and starting the car. “August, are you sure you’re up to dinner with the company? I mean, it’s Christmas Eve, and I wouldn’t mind dinner with your family…”
“No.” August replied tersely, then looked down guiltily. “I’d rather attend the company dinner. You shouldn’t have to deal with my family.”
Oliver put his hand on her leg, glancing over to give her a thin smile. “You shouldn’t have to deal with them either. I know you keep saying you won’t, but I truly think you’d be happier if you moved in with me-“
“Oliver, I don’t want to be a burden to you, honestly. Don’t worry about me,” Her sparkling green eyes turned shyly up at his face. His gold-rimmed olive eyes flicked back to the road as she looked up at him. August brushed the dark brown hair that peeked out from his knitted winter hat out of his face and pouted at him. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
He sighed, grabbing her raised hand and holding it to his cheek while holding the wheel with his other hand. “I could never be mad at you.” Oliver’s mind went back to that box in his jacket pocket. He wanted so badly to be with her forever, but it was still the wrong time to ask. He forced his mind back to the road, and neither of them talked until he parked his car along the road in front of their manager’s house and joined the rest of their coworkers from the agency for the annual holiday party.

I might continue, if anyone likes it. xD It'll get better, I've got stuff to do though so I had to stop short. ^-^

-Rush

more please

Okay, I'll definitely write more then! :'D I'm so glad someone actually took the time to read it!<3

[~ dawn ~]

Raph.........................................Anila

Timothy (brother)

Anila danced with her adopted brother.
“I don’t think I have ever seen you so happy Anila” he said looking at her.
She smiled, “I have married the man of my dreams, Timothy. Of course I’m happy.”
Timothy looked at his wife dancing with their son. “I have you to thank for that you know” he jerked his head to where his wife was dancing.
“You give me too much credit brother” Anila told him.
“But without you we would have never gotten together.” he replied.
he smiled at him again. She saw her husband waiting and turned her head to look at him fully. As she turned Timothy saw the small scar on her muzzle.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered.
Anila turned back to him. “What for?” she asked.
“For not being there when you needed me.” He replied.
Anila eyes softened. “Remember what I told you? Only the hottest fires make the purest gold…”
“And only the greatest pressure can make the most beautiful diamonds” Timothy finished.
Anila smiled “Besides, I would have never meet Raph.” Her eyes lighting up as she said his name.
The song came to a close and Anila hugged her brother.
“Thank you,” she whispered, “because without you none of this would be happening. You changed my life for the better.”
Timothy felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Raph standing next to him.
“If you don’t mind, I would like to dance with my wife.” He said in his usually gruff manner.
Anila turned to her husband beaming with happiness. Her eyes filled with joy.
“Don’t worry, Raph, I have my own wife to dance with.” Timothy replied, he held out his hand. Raph grabbed Timothy’s hand and gave it a strong shake.
“Take care of her Raph” said Timothy only loud enough for both of them to hear, “She is a precious jewel.”
“Don’t worry,” replied Raph turning to look at his wife. “I will”.
“Come on Raphie.” Anila said, “I thought you wanted to dance.” Raph walked over to her. Timothy smiled; Anila was the only person in the world who could get away with calling him Raphie.
“I wish this day could last forever” whispered Raph.
Anila smiled, “me too” she said than kissed her husband.
He laughed “I don’t see any mistletoe” Anila sighed remembering when he proposed to her.
~~~~~~~~~
It was Christmas time and Anila and Raph were at Timothy’s house for Christmas dinner. They walked under an archway and Anila looked up to see a piece of mistletoe.
She laughed gently “looks like we got caught under the mistletoe.”
Raph turned to look at Anila before dropping to one knee. “Anila, when we first met, love was the farthest thing from my mind. But now… now things have changed so much. I could not imagine my life without you and one kiss cannot express how much I love you. You told me how the strongest love is that of two hearts that sing as one. Your heart is the melody and mine is the harmony. My song is not complete without you” He pulled out a diamond ring. “Anila, will you complete my song and marry me?”
Her eyes glistening Anila replied “Yes!”
~~~~~~~~~
Anila beamed at the memory. “What?” asked Raph.
“I was remembering the day you proposed to me.” Anila replied leaning her head on Raph’s chest.
Raph smiled, “that was the second happiest day of my life.”
“And the first?” asked Anila looking up at him.
Raph looked down at his wife. “The day I married you.”
Anila smiled as the song came to a close. “Today is the happiest day of my life too.”
THE END

[Solfeggio]

Lol.. xD

rofl XD
I can't help but feel the squid crossing owl might be a better pair though.

Squid: -splotchsplotchsplotch-
Owl: HONEY! LOOK OUT!
Pony: What -runover-
Owl: noooooo :,c

XD

[micah]

@Freakish: I had to write it. And wait, more for what story? ._.;
@Fantastic Ninja: Thank you~~
/late/
___
This is kind of lengthy and a bit talky, but... I'd like to hear what you guys think. owo;

Willy --- Reece

They had grown up together, under a soft canopy of overprotective parents and teachers. Willy was the rambunctious of the two, wild blue eyes fogging his conscience while he played pranks and tricks. Reece was calmer, a bit more collected, and a little nervous. Like a lost puppy, one would guess, even though his parents were the most exploratory of them all.

But exploring came with a price.

"Mom... What are the boxes for?" His ten-year old body feared the worst. His eyes fell. "Mom...?"

A sigh. "Dearie, we're going to move." Whipping her bangs from her face, she continued. "I'm sorry, but some things just have to happen, right?"

"Mom! No!" He rushed around, gold eyes shivering. His small hands clawed at the boxes, trying to unlock their own goods from the chest. "I can't leave, I can't leave Willy alone, Mom..." Tears; hot, sticky tears flooded his cheeks as he continued to claw, but he was losing strength and gaining fatigue.

Her hands reached for his shoulders. "Honey, it's not like he's going to disappear too."

But it seemed like he did, now that a grown up Reece was standing alone in the park of the old town. His chest heaved up and down; his eyes, however, were stuck ahead. Not a tree rustled, not a bird chirped: they all shared the silence. Running loose fingers through his hair like his mom used too, he sighed a sigh like hers as well. It had been an odd ten-or-so years without Willy, but Reece had made friends, but none as good.

A cough. A footstep.

"Reece?" It almost sounded... Annoyed. "Is that even you?"

He flipped around, breaking the silence, to see his old pal. "Willy!" He ran for a hug, but the dull-eyed man raised a brow and awkwardly stepped away.

"Urm, yes, Will... It's W-Will now." While his appearance was sharp, his voice was not. He was wearing a dark suit, and the whole ensemble was complete with a briefcase.

Reece slowly nodded. "Will." He stuck out a hand. "Nice to see you again." You're not the only one who can play important, Will.

"The same to you, old pal." He stepped back again. "Just, eh, visiting?"

Reece's hand toyed with a clunky bracelet. "I guess. I don't really have a place to stay anywhere, so I am taking my stay at the hotel." His voice made Will flinch, but Reece flinched as well.

"I see. Well, please enjoy your stay, Reece. I have to be off now." His long, lean legs stalked off into the park, briefcase swinging along.

"Goodbye, Will, goodbye again."

_____________

Hallowed sobs echoed in the small cottage; he was face down with his arms curled under his face. The desk only amplified the noise, making his ears ring with bitterness. "I..." He choked. "Messed up big time..." Dragging his head up, he smeared tears away from his blue eyes. His suit jacket lay rumpled on the floor, thrown in an angry fit. His white oxford shirt was crinkled and rolled up at the sleeves; two buttons were undone, and a third just barely hung on. Will's arms trembled, his legs ached, and his hair was a clean-cut mess.

A knock. A knock.

"Will? Will...?" A woman's voice chimed from the door. "I'm coming in." His girlfriend swung the door open, and her heels clacked across the wooden floor. Her eyes caught him immediately. "Babe, you look terrible!"

He glanced at her soft features, but could only wince. He wanted sharpness. "Thanks for the compliment."

"Here baby, let me just wipe this away..."

And it continued. She ran around the house, gathering this and this and--oh, that--before she returned.

"We have to talk." He breathed, but as she opened her mouth, he quickly spoke again. "It's over."

Backing away slowly, tears began to arrange themselves in her eyes. Expression aghast-stricken, she tossed the numerous first-aid items at him before bolting out of the door. Too easy...

His head slammed back on the desk, and he got that sticky feeling again. Struggling to reach his bed, he collapsed on it. "Sweet salvation," Will's breathing was labored. "Sweet, succulent... Re--...salvation..." He drew his knees to his chest, shuddered lightly, and managed to fall asleep.


Upon waking, Will dragged himself to the kitchen and made a small pot of coffee. His eyes were still warm, and a bit red, but they did their job so he payed no matter to them. They flickered to the phone--he did know the inn's phone number by heart--but he wavered to the table with a wry smile. He knew Reece wasn't at the hotel. Studying the phone again, he snatched it from its stoop, and punched the number in.

_____________

His fingers tap-tap-tapped at the granite surface as he waited. Golden eyes flickering across the room, he noticed it was fairly barren. A few souls sat here, sat there, but for the most part the place was hollow. Reece cupped his hands around the warm mug, and brought it up for a kiss. The coffee here was phenomenal, but its price tag was hefty for a single cup.

A bell rang as the door was flung open; his footsteps didn't clack-clack like usual--he had switched the business shoes for a pair of sneakers. His hair was ruffled and messy, as was his attire, but it felt good. Really good. The eyes were bright and his heart was thumping, but with a lick of the lips he was cruising down the aisle to meet his friend.

"You sure do clean up well, bucko." Reese laughed, staying still after. "What happened to you?"

His elbows were slanted on the table, creating a pedestal for his chin. "I realized what I was missing, Reece... And aren't you looking sharp, all dolled up in that suit?"

Reece consciously looked down, and forced his hands to smooth his shirt. "Well, I figured--"

"Fight business with business?"

Their chuckles filled the shop; they laughed and laughed until the clerks laughed a bit too, and the other workers as well.
But suddenly, Will stopped, and his eyes sunk into Reece's. "I'm so sorry, Reece."

"Don't be." A content smile drifted across his face. "Please, Willy."

Will laughed. "Willy. That's me, Reece." And they laughed again; telling jokes from when they were kids, the chortles only got louder. They sat deep into the evening, laughing more.

"Reece, you're pretty funny, eh?"

"You don't have to tell me." He brushed a lock away from the blue eyes of the other boy. "And I mean don't, Willy."

He leaned in, and Willy took note of his sharp features: sharp eyes, sharp nose, sharp lips.

They were lovely...
_____________

[Tesalong]

@Freakish: I had to write it. And wait, more for what story? ._.;
@Fantastic Ninja: Thank you~~
/late/
___
This is kind of lengthy and a bit talky, but... I'd like to hear what you guys think. owo;

Willy --- Reece

They had grown up together, under a soft canopy of overprotective parents and teachers. Willy was the rambunctious of the two, wild blue eyes fogging his conscience while he played pranks and tricks. Reece was calmer, a bit more collected, and a little nervous. Like a lost puppy, one would guess, even though his parents were the most exploratory of them all.

But exploring came with a price.

"Mom... What are the boxes for?" His ten-year old body feared the worst. His eyes fell. "Mom...?"

A sigh. "Dearie, we're going to move." Whipping her bangs from her face, she continued. "I'm sorry, but some things just have to happen, right?"

"Mom! No!" He rushed around, gold eyes shivering. His small hands clawed at the boxes, trying to unlock their own goods from the chest. "I can't leave, I can't leave Willy alone, Mom..." Tears; hot, sticky tears flooded his cheeks as he continued to claw, but he was losing strength and gaining fatigue.

Her hands reached for his shoulders. "Honey, it's not like he's going to disappear too."

But it seemed like he did, now that a grown up Reece was standing alone in the park of the old town. His chest heaved up and down; his eyes, however, were stuck ahead. Not a tree rustled, not a bird chirped: they all shared the silence. Running loose fingers through his hair like his mom used too, he sighed a sigh like hers as well. It had been an odd ten-or-so years without Willy, but Reece had made friends, but none as good.

A cough. A footstep.

"Reece?" It almost sounded... Annoyed. "Is that even you?"

He flipped around, breaking the silence, to see his old pal. "Willy!" He ran for a hug, but the dull-eyed man raised a brow and awkwardly stepped away.

"Urm, yes, Will... It's W-Will now." While his appearance was sharp, his voice was not. He was wearing a dark suit, and the whole ensemble was complete with a briefcase.

Reece slowly nodded. "Will." He stuck out a hand. "Nice to see you again." You're not the only one who can play important, Will.

"The same to you, old pal." He stepped back again. "Just, eh, visiting?"

Reece's hand toyed with a clunky bracelet. "I guess. I don't really have a place to stay anywhere, so I am taking my stay at the hotel." His voice made Will flinch, but Reece flinched as well.

"I see. Well, please enjoy your stay, Reece. I have to be off now." His long, lean legs stalked off into the park, briefcase swinging along.

"Goodbye, Will, goodbye again."

_____________

Hallowed sobs echoed in the small cottage; he was face down with his arms curled under his face. The desk only amplified the noise, making his ears ring with bitterness. "I..." He choked. "Messed up big time..." Dragging his head up, he smeared tears away from his blue eyes. His suit jacket lay rumpled on the floor, thrown in an angry fit. His white oxford shirt was crinkled and rolled up at the sleeves; two buttons were undone, and a third just barely hung on. Will's arms trembled, his legs ached, and his hair was a clean-cut mess.

A knock. A knock.

"Will? Will...?" A woman's voice chimed from the door. "I'm coming in." His girlfriend swung the door open, and her heels clacked across the wooden floor. Her eyes caught him immediately. "Babe, you look terrible!"

He glanced at her soft features, but could only wince. He wanted sharpness. "Thanks for the compliment."

"Here baby, let me just wipe this away..."

And it continued. She ran around the house, gathering this and this and--oh, that--before she returned.

"We have to talk." He breathed, but as she opened her mouth, he quickly spoke again. "It's over."

Backing away slowly, tears began to arrange themselves in her eyes. Expression aghast-stricken, she tossed the numerous first-aid items at him before bolting out of the door. Too easy...

His head slammed back on the desk, and he got that sticky feeling again. Struggling to reach his bed, he collapsed on it. "Sweet salvation," Will's breathing was labored. "Sweet, succulent... Re--...salvation..." He drew his knees to his chest, shuddered lightly, and managed to fall asleep.


Upon waking, Will dragged himself to the kitchen and made a small pot of coffee. His eyes were still warm, and a bit red, but they did their job so he payed no matter to them. They flickered to the phone--he did know the inn's phone number by heart--but he wavered to the table with a wry smile. He knew Reece wasn't at the hotel. Studying the phone again, he snatched it from its stoop, and punched the number in.

_____________

His fingers tap-tap-tapped at the granite surface as he waited. Golden eyes flickering across the room, he noticed it was fairly barren. A few souls sat here, sat there, but for the most part the place was hollow. Reece cupped his hands around the warm mug, and brought it up for a kiss. The coffee here was phenomenal, but its price tag was hefty for a single cup.

A bell rang as the door was flung open; his footsteps didn't clack-clack like usual--he had switched the business shoes for a pair of sneakers. His hair was ruffled and messy, as was his attire, but it felt good. Really good. The eyes were bright and his heart was thumping, but with a lick of the lips he was cruising down the aisle to meet his friend.

"You sure do clean up well, bucko." Reese laughed, staying still after. "What happened to you?"

His elbows were slanted on the table, creating a pedestal for his chin. "I realized what I was missing, Reece... And aren't you looking sharp, all dolled up in that suit?"

Reece consciously looked down, and forced his hands to smooth his shirt. "Well, I figured--"

"Fight business with business?"

Their chuckles filled the shop; they laughed and laughed until the clerks laughed a bit too, and the other workers as well.
But suddenly, Will stopped, and his eyes sunk into Reece's. "I'm so sorry, Reece."

"Don't be." A content smile drifted across his face. "Please, Willy."

Will laughed. "Willy. That's me, Reece." And they laughed again; telling jokes from when they were kids, the chortles only got louder. They sat deep into the evening, laughing more.

"Reece, you're pretty funny, eh?"

"You don't have to tell me." He brushed a lock away from the blue eyes of the other boy. "And I mean don't, Willy."

He leaned in, and Willy took note of his sharp features: sharp eyes, sharp nose, sharp lips.

They were lovely...
_____________

I like it, it's amazing as always. I really need to come up with more words than amazing .-.
How long have you been practicing writing? I'm curious.

[Miss Captain Sexy]

@Freakish: I had to write it. And wait, more for what story? ._.;
@Fantastic Ninja: Thank you~~
/late/
___
This is kind of lengthy and a bit talky, but... I'd like to hear what you guys think. owo;

Willy --- Reece

They had grown up together, under a soft canopy of overprotective parents and teachers. Willy was the rambunctious of the two, wild blue eyes fogging his conscience while he played pranks and tricks. Reece was calmer, a bit more collected, and a little nervous. Like a lost puppy, one would guess, even though his parents were the most exploratory of them all.

But exploring came with a price.

"Mom... What are the boxes for?" His ten-year old body feared the worst. His eyes fell. "Mom...?"

A sigh. "Dearie, we're going to move." Whipping her bangs from her face, she continued. "I'm sorry, but some things just have to happen, right?"

"Mom! No!" He rushed around, gold eyes shivering. His small hands clawed at the boxes, trying to unlock their own goods from the chest. "I can't leave, I can't leave Willy alone, Mom..." Tears; hot, sticky tears flooded his cheeks as he continued to claw, but he was losing strength and gaining fatigue.

Her hands reached for his shoulders. "Honey, it's not like he's going to disappear too."

But it seemed like he did, now that a grown up Reece was standing alone in the park of the old town. His chest heaved up and down; his eyes, however, were stuck ahead. Not a tree rustled, not a bird chirped: they all shared the silence. Running loose fingers through his hair like his mom used too, he sighed a sigh like hers as well. It had been an odd ten-or-so years without Willy, but Reece had made friends, but none as good.

A cough. A footstep.

"Reece?" It almost sounded... Annoyed. "Is that even you?"

He flipped around, breaking the silence, to see his old pal. "Willy!" He ran for a hug, but the dull-eyed man raised a brow and awkwardly stepped away.

"Urm, yes, Will... It's W-Will now." While his appearance was sharp, his voice was not. He was wearing a dark suit, and the whole ensemble was complete with a briefcase.

Reece slowly nodded. "Will." He stuck out a hand. "Nice to see you again." You're not the only one who can play important, Will.

"The same to you, old pal." He stepped back again. "Just, eh, visiting?"

Reece's hand toyed with a clunky bracelet. "I guess. I don't really have a place to stay anywhere, so I am taking my stay at the hotel." His voice made Will flinch, but Reece flinched as well.

"I see. Well, please enjoy your stay, Reece. I have to be off now." His long, lean legs stalked off into the park, briefcase swinging along.

"Goodbye, Will, goodbye again."

_____________

Hallowed sobs echoed in the small cottage; he was face down with his arms curled under his face. The desk only amplified the noise, making his ears ring with bitterness. "I..." He choked. "Messed up big time..." Dragging his head up, he smeared tears away from his blue eyes. His suit jacket lay rumpled on the floor, thrown in an angry fit. His white oxford shirt was crinkled and rolled up at the sleeves; two buttons were undone, and a third just barely hung on. Will's arms trembled, his legs ached, and his hair was a clean-cut mess.

A knock. A knock.

"Will? Will...?" A woman's voice chimed from the door. "I'm coming in." His girlfriend swung the door open, and her heels clacked across the wooden floor. Her eyes caught him immediately. "Babe, you look terrible!"

He glanced at her soft features, but could only wince. He wanted sharpness. "Thanks for the compliment."

"Here baby, let me just wipe this away..."

And it continued. She ran around the house, gathering this and this and--oh, that--before she returned.

"We have to talk." He breathed, but as she opened her mouth, he quickly spoke again. "It's over."

Backing away slowly, tears began to arrange themselves in her eyes. Expression aghast-stricken, she tossed the numerous first-aid items at him before bolting out of the door. Too easy...

His head slammed back on the desk, and he got that sticky feeling again. Struggling to reach his bed, he collapsed on it. "Sweet salvation," Will's breathing was labored. "Sweet, succulent... Re--...salvation..." He drew his knees to his chest, shuddered lightly, and managed to fall asleep.


Upon waking, Will dragged himself to the kitchen and made a small pot of coffee. His eyes were still warm, and a bit red, but they did their job so he payed no matter to them. They flickered to the phone--he did know the inn's phone number by heart--but he wavered to the table with a wry smile. He knew Reece wasn't at the hotel. Studying the phone again, he snatched it from its stoop, and punched the number in.

_____________

His fingers tap-tap-tapped at the granite surface as he waited. Golden eyes flickering across the room, he noticed it was fairly barren. A few souls sat here, sat there, but for the most part the place was hollow. Reece cupped his hands around the warm mug, and brought it up for a kiss. The coffee here was phenomenal, but its price tag was hefty for a single cup.

A bell rang as the door was flung open; his footsteps didn't clack-clack like usual--he had switched the business shoes for a pair of sneakers. His hair was ruffled and messy, as was his attire, but it felt good. Really good. The eyes were bright and his heart was thumping, but with a lick of the lips he was cruising down the aisle to meet his friend.

"You sure do clean up well, bucko." Reese laughed, staying still after. "What happened to you?"

His elbows were slanted on the table, creating a pedestal for his chin. "I realized what I was missing, Reece... And aren't you looking sharp, all dolled up in that suit?"

Reece consciously looked down, and forced his hands to smooth his shirt. "Well, I figured--"

"Fight business with business?"

Their chuckles filled the shop; they laughed and laughed until the clerks laughed a bit too, and the other workers as well.
But suddenly, Will stopped, and his eyes sunk into Reece's. "I'm so sorry, Reece."

"Don't be." A content smile drifted across his face. "Please, Willy."

Will laughed. "Willy. That's me, Reece." And they laughed again; telling jokes from when they were kids, the chortles only got louder. They sat deep into the evening, laughing more.

"Reece, you're pretty funny, eh?"

"You don't have to tell me." He brushed a lock away from the blue eyes of the other boy. "And I mean don't, Willy."

He leaned in, and Willy took note of his sharp features: sharp eyes, sharp nose, sharp lips.

They were lovely...
_____________

I like it, it's amazing as always. I really need to come up with more words than amazing .-.
How long have you been practicing writing? I'm curious.

AMAAAZING!! I love this so much!

[aquamarine]

Maybe story later, tired Aqua right now. But I think they look particularly lovely together ;3

[omori]

(( Thanks, Ravens Fly Softly and Blue.Leopard, for the comments on my Alice story. <3 n_n ))

----- 
Johnathan {m} ----------------------------------------- Bri {f}

Reanimation of the body. Know what that means?
Coming back to life. AKA becoming the Living Dead.
It's not all about zombies eating your brains. Sometimes, it's just...
A second chance.
I don't know why, but I was chosen for this second chance.
Is it a good thing?
Sure.
For some people, I guess.

(( Should I continue? :3 ))