Where Have All My Friends Gone? Closed

[BlameableAmish]

[[Sorry I haven't posted- been soo busy with school. It shall be up soon xD]]

[BlameableAmish]

[[Oh and you all did great on your first post <3]]

Keelan Amory
"The Daydreamer"
Mood;; Tired and irritable
Location;; Home and high school
Crush;; Elliot
Tag;; No one

Keelan sat on the musty smelling bus with the peeling seats and bumpy cushions. She took one of the seats closer to the front that was completely empty. There was not many people going on this trip and Keelan reevaluated her decision as well. Rooming with her old friends on the anniversary of Sierra's death just seemed too coincidental and didn't bode well with her. She tucked a piece of stray ebony hair behind her ear as her eyes drifted to the window. Outside, the warm air mingled lightly on your skin and the mosquitoes buzzed waiting for it next unfortunate blood bag. It was like a fantasy; camping that is. It was something she wanted to do since she was a kid. It was something she wanted to do with her six friends. Why did Sierra die? Sadness clogged her throat as her eyes snapped to the bus door. More people entered the large transportation, some smiling while others looked sleepy still. The cabin assignments weren't going to change, and Keelan knew it. But how will she endure one whole week with the very people who were the closest to the real her?

Keelan was about to look out the window once more- since it was her favorite place to stare out of. But something caught her eye and she stared openly at the jock that entered the Bus. Elliot. Her heart raced at the base of her throat as it always did when he was around and didn't notice her. How many times has she caught herself staring at this boy who so fully threw himself into his newly formed basketball life, that he forgot his neighbor even existed? Her heart squeezed in her chest and somehow she realized she hated herself for still liking this boy so fully. Will her heart ever forget to love someone who touched it so profoundly? Her eyes lingered on Elliot until it seemed too painful to handle. He was headed to the back of the bus anyways, she guessed. Jocks didn't sit in the front, it wasn't "cool".

Maybe rooming with the three girls wouldn't be too hard. Maybe having to do activities so close to Elliot and the rest of the boys will not be bad. Maybe.. Maybe they can be friends again and forget about the huge gap in their lives named Sierra. She wanted to laugh aloud at her selfish thinking. No one will ever forget what happened that night. No one would forget Sierra.

And she would never forget this loneliness... Your memory and legacy lives on Sierra, she thought bitterly.


[[[Blah, I love writing sometimes xD]]

[Saxhleel]

((Same...I'm jut not particularly good at it.))

Elliot lugged himself onto the bus, heading to the back of the bus and taking a seat near the window. Others didn't seem to want to sit with him, and he was perfectly fine with that. He wasn't much of a morning person and idle conversation was not one of his strong points amongst people he didn't know too well. Even girls -who he had quite a reputation with- often found themselves feeling awkward around him unless he was flirting, and then they were too flustered to talk or simply ignoring him.
A sigh heaved from his lips as he rested his head on his chest gazing out of the window. He didn't much mind the state of the bus, he could barely feel it anyways, his skin was tough like leather from all the beatings he put it through. Besides they wouldn't be here for long and they'd be at the campsite again in to shakes of a donkey's tail.

Regardless he let his mind go blank, as only teenage boys seemed to be able to, he let his mind be taken over by thoughts of other things, like the fact his younger brothers would only just be getting out of bed, glad he was gone and that they were now in charge of the house, considering they got permission from his sister. This thought brought a rare smile to his lips, he was definitely a family oriented person, despite his reputation he could be as gentle as a lamb when the mood struck him. He hated being perceived as some lumbering gorilla when this was not the case.

His eyes were then drawn to the people he'd be sharing a cabin with, the people who had once been his friends and he momentarily wondered if they resented him for abandoning them. He didn't have any massively ill feelings towards them, sure he wished that things had been different, and he was a bit mad that nobody had been there for each other. But he wouldn't have his jock 'friends' there with him, to protect him via witty insults and pure violence if things started to turn against him. He'd have to be civil, polite, perhaps even friendly if things were going to run smoothly.

Damn he hoped this place had somewhere he could play some sports.

Other wise he'd have to stay in the camp and would have no physical outlet for himself, which could result in something bad, like him getting twitchy, or violent or in general just being bad tempered.

[absent]

vincent flopped down on a seat at the front of the bus. he liked to see what was going on on the road. sighing to himself, he pulled out a folded piece of paper, something sierra had written to him before she died. it was nothing but a mere note telling him that she was heading over to elliot's place for a while, but it was one of the only things that vincent had to remember her by. he felt a horrible empty feeling in his guts as he forced himself to turn and gaze out of the window. his hands shook slightly as they held onto the crumpled note. why did she have to leave? vincent closed his eyes as he felt anger boil in his veins. everything is so messed up now. he ran a hand through his tousled black hair, rereading the simple sentence on the note again and again. the words were neat and cursive, reflecting off of sierra's personality perfectly. you could take one look at the handwriting and just know that it's hers. vincent couldn't help but smile as he imagined her scribbling the note down while trying to put on her shoes at the same time. she was always trying to multitask.

as more people loaded onto the bus, vincent wondered what he'd do at the camp. he just wanted to lay in bed all day, watching t.v. provided that there was a t.v. there.

when people first see how much of a slacker vincent is, they'd probably frown at how idle he is, and wonder why he's not a pile of flab. but he had his way of staying fit and lazy at the same time. although he didn't play sports often, he did usually go to the gym a few times a week. vincent used to play ice hockey a lot when he was younger, but after sierra's death, he quit because there was just too much pressure. he hadn't even ice skated since then.

[BlameableAmish]

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