by foxes800 » Tue May 06, 2014 5:21 pm
Luka Everett Ryals ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Golden eyes trailed Quinnely’s form through the crowds of people, but he hadn’t even needed to be sought out. The moment a werewolf’s imprintee stepped foot in a room or, in their case, set a scuffed up converse onto the sandy shore, they could sense it. It was as if their entire center of gravity shifted over to the other person, and suddenly they were the most important and interesting thing ever created. Imprinting really could be both a blessing and a curse. On the bright side, you’d never find that werewolf cheating. Never in a million years. But on the other hand, it hurt to hurt them. And for Luka, who had to keep up that bully/victim relationship during school hours, it was difficult.
-----Right now, he was simply going to relish in the fact that he could enjoy his time with his old pal. The other popular teens were far too busy doing stuff they shouldn’t be to bother the pair. And a good thing too. Quinn hadn’t exactly been discreet when darting over to his location at full speed. “Geez, Quinny Bear, you scared me. I never even saw ya coming what with all the sand you were kicking up and with all the noise disturbance you created.” He teased, returning the ruffle of his dark hair with a ruffle of the other’s brunette locks. With a bright smile, the werewolf laid back against the soft sand and then glanced up at his friend skeptically. Life of the party. Please. “You’re a horrible liar. You know large social gatherings aren’t my cup of tea. At least not since you left... I mean I’m fine chatting with people and being ‘Mr. Alpha of the school’, but I still favor living like a recluse in the forest. Amelia and Ollie nagged me into this one, and then I roped you into it.” Though, he couldn’t say that he regretted asking his best friend to come tonight. Luka had been ecstatic when Quinn actually accepted the invitation, figuring he would have declined because of the recent bullying and his shyness. Yet, here he was, sitting beside him in the sand. He had so much to ask the other. So much to bring up. “Hmm I am surprised you showed. You always used to be the one who lived like a recluse, not that I didn’t as well, but I was still the one who’d drag us places.” Great times those were. They’d had a blast goofing around in the wilderness, climbing, racing, wrestling, swimming, playing freeze tag, hide and seek, and just about any other game their young minds could create. “Hey you remember that one tree house we built? We made a ton of them and a bunch of other forts, but the one I’m talking about is the one that we called ‘the palace’... It’s still standing, but it’s way too small now. Not nearly as huge as we once thought it was.” When Luka had found it this past summer, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the sight. It was worn down, and he knew he couldn't even fit in it anymore. They’d have to have been real runts when they were kids to think that thing was gigantic. “So you build any more ‘palaces’ in Tennessee? What’s been going on with you the past couple of years? Anything huge and exciting I need to know about?”
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