Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[white . horse]

Jeremiah---------------------------------Jenny
Chapter 1

Jenny:

There was a huge crowd in the hallway on the 3rd floor of my school. All I heard was "Fight back new kid! You scared?" and there was also a lot of laughing and pointing. A young man, my age and grade, ran out of the crowd with tears streaming down his face. He was wearing a Kippah (for those of you who don't know, its that little hat that Jeremiah is wearing.) He must of been Jewish, the poor boy, he's being bullied for his religion. I felt a tear run down my face when I saw the boy with tears down his face. I need to find out who he is.

Jeremiah:

I ran out of the crowd of Jocks and popular kids and ran down the hall. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw someone staring at me. She was not laughing or pointing, just standing and watching me. I ran into the bathroom to the nearest stall and cried until I couldn't breathe. When someone came in, I pulled my legs up and sucked in my breath to stop crying. All I could see when I buried my face in my lap was that girl's face. She.. looked like someone.. I would be able to.. trust.

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[lorreli.]

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darci (f) --------------------- dmetri (m)

and by the time you finally read this...

Her funeral was a sad event. Of course, young deaths always almost are. Although it wasn't terribly unbearable for most. She wasn't a very well known girl. She was one that kept to herself. Carried around a little notebook all the time and sat in the very back corner of the class scrawling in it. Those were always the ones that died. The ones you never really noticed until they were gone. Of course, I had noticed her. I always did. Her incredibly long, raven black hair, those lovely gray eyes...it was hard to ignore. I didn't care to admit it, but it was true. I had once loved the girl. But, finally, I had given up on the silent raven haired girl. It seemed like years that I felt for her. But as I grew and matured, I left my first infatuation behind me. But when news of her death spread around the school a few days before, it brought her back to the center of my attention. All I could really think of was her empty seat in my History class. The very last desk in the very last row, tucked away in the corner where she couldn't be seen. I found myself looking over at the desk more then usual, almost expecting to still find her there. But all I could find was an empty seat, and an unnocupied desk. My lovely raven girl had finally flown away. The saddest thing to me was that I never really got the chance to speak to her. I never even learned the beautiful girl's name.

Until the day of the funeral, that was.

As her coffin was lowered into the ground, a song that I didn't know playing in the background, I could hear sniffs and chokes all around me. Even those who didn't know her were affected by the moving scene. Death usually had that effect on people. I stood rigid, dabbing my damp eyes on a tissue and shoving it hastily back into my suit pocket, trying to avert my eyes from the image displayed in front of my. I kept myself distracted for a little bit longer until the coffin was finally in the hole, and the people were dismissed. I heaved a sigh, throwing one last longing glance at the hole in the ground before beginning to make my way back to the car. But abruptly, something stopped me. The feel of small, gentle fingers grasping my shoulder. I jumped, whipping around to face my tapper. The face I saw was that of the dead girl's only friend, who's name may have been Grace. Her maskera was smeared, and her fair hair whipped around her small face as the wind picked up. I eyed her curiously, murmmering a quick hello before she spoke a word. What she did next was quite odd. Out of the bag at her side, she pulled a small notebook. A notebook I recognized immediately. My raven haired girl's beloved notebook. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as Grace handed it to me. "She wanted you to have this." the girl said in a sniffly voice. She spared me not another word, pushing past me and trudging away, leaving me with the book of a dead girl and so many questions.

She wanted me to have her book? But...why?

I will admit, at first, I was scared to open the book. Who knows what was written in it's pages? And why in the world was it for me? I had never spoken to the girl in my entire life. What would cause her to leave me this book? But finally, that night, curiousity had finally driven me over the edge. I turned the lamp on my desk, and laid the book out on the wooden surface. With a long, nervous hesitation, I flipped the cover open to reveal the very first page. The paper which I stared at was filled with words on regular lined paper. On the very top line, it read,

Dear Dmetri,

She knew my name?

Today's date is the fourteenth of October. I'm writing this note to you in Mr. Dareck's class.

Mr. Dareck? The seventh grade teacher?...she wrote this to me in seventh grade?

History, ugh. Most boring subject around, right? Well, maybe not to you. You're a good student, so I highly doubt there's a subject that you really hate. Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm writing this to you, correct? Well, let me explain. Dmetri, someday I'm going to fall in love with you. I can just tell. It seems silly to even say something such as that, or to decide it so quickly. I don't really know why, but I know that I will love you someday. And I highly dought that you'll love me back, anyway. But why would you love me? You don't even know my name.
So, hello Dmetri. My name is Darci Mason.

Darci...

I figure that, if I'm going to be in love with you, you should at least know my name. So, introductions aside, I might as well tell you a little more about myself. My middle name is Isabella. My parents are divorced, and I live with my mother. I haven't seen my father since I was six. I have no friends except Grace. But you know Grace, I'm sure. She's dating your friend...oh, what's his name? John? Yes, I think that's it. I love to paint. I'm an awful dancer. I can't play sports. I'm not a very good student. And, as I stated before...someday, Dmetri, I'm going to love you.

I couldn't even believe the words that I had just read. The raven haired girl (now Darci) loved me...or at least, believed she would. Since 7th grade...when my infatuation with the silent Darci had began. And here I was, almost 5 years later, reading her lovely script that had been adressed to me. It was incredibly hard to believe.

And by the time you finally read this, I will be gone. I will be somewhere in the country at college, far away from you, where you will never find me. I'm sure that Grace will follow my instructiosn to give it to you. See, even if you will never feel the same way about me, at least you'll know. At least you'll know that I love, or loved you. Anyway, that's it for now. I'm sure I'll think of more things to write later on.
Love,
Darci

I was swallowing down a lump that had risen in my throat, and tears beginning to sting my eyes. Yes, Darci was gone. But not somewhere far away to college. As I read her closing, I wiped my tears away, stroking the word 'love' with my thumb. Slowly, I flipped over the page, only to discover that there was another whole letter waiting for me on the back, once again reading, 'Dear Dmetri' and ending with, 'Love, Darci.' Suddenly, I hungered to read more. To delve into this book and lap up all the words she had written to me. I had nothing to lose. So, I shoved my head into the notebook and began to read the dead girl's words that had already begun to break my heart.

Many of the entries were just updates, telling me how her day was. Some told me how handsome I looked that day. Others were filled with jealous comments if I had been seen talking to a pretty girl. A few had been more intense, especially when she got older. Around the time that the tenth grade letters began, she started to speak of depression. Of hate, of anger, of rage. Of loneliness, of sadness. She hated being alone. She longed to feel wanted by somebody. She longed for me. Sometimes, her letters would be angry with me for not wanting her, for not speaking to her, for not loving her. But somehow, they always ending with the same, warm closing. The very closing that brought tears to my eyes the first time I read it.
Love, Darci.

At the time I had begun to reach the very end, I began to panic. I didn't want these notes to end. These notes made it seem like she was still here, like she was still alive. Like I still had a small piece of her to cling onto. I didn't want it to go away. But, as soon as I had begun reading her tale of love, I reached the end. The very last entry was dated on the day of her sudden death in the horrible car crash. The letter started out the same as it always did.

Dear Dmetri,
Alright, I've decided. I'm going to tell you. I'm going to tell you that I love you. I know, I know that's not part of the original plan. The original plan would be a lot easier, truely. Just to let you read all these notes and never find me again, but at least know how I felt. But this makes me feel like a coward (and you know how much I hate that). How could I just leave you with a confession so big as this and run away to some other place without ever knowing how you felt about it? I can't do that, not to myself, not to you. I need to know how you feel before I go anywhere, or do anything. You see, Dmetri...I've found that I love you more then I originally planned so long ago. I'm really not sure if I'll be able to just drop everything and leave you behind without knowing how things could be...if you grasp what I mean. So I'm not even going to delay it. I'm not going to let myself have second thoughts. After I'm done writing this letter (which may even be my last, depending on how you respond to my sudden confession), I'm driving over to your house. I might as well be as straight up with it as possible. So, Dmetri...please, tell me you love me back?
Love,
Darci.

Oh God. Oh my God. She got into the crash when she was on her way to my house...to tell me that she loved me...if she hadn't decided to come to my house, she'd still be alive. If she had waited till the next day, at school, she'd still be here. And maybe the two of us...I couldn't take it anymore. I lost it, all of the tears I had been so careful to hold in flowed freely and dripped into my palms. Because, in a way, I was respondsible for her death. I was the reason why she was gone. It was all my fault. If I had spoken to her sooner, if I had started something with her...maybe this would've never happened. Maybe she would still be here. Maybe she would be mine. After I had gotten all of my crying out, a sudden idea sparked into my head. I tore out one of the last blank pages from the notebook and a pen, and began to scrawl on it furiously.

By the time I had finished reading the entire notebook, it was 5 in the morning. I was driving in the early morning towards the cemetary, my weary eyes barely opened and the notebook splayed in the passenger seat. When I had finally reached my destination, the dawn was almost breaking, the sun visable at the horizion line, casting a gray glow throughout the sky. I slowly got out of the car, closing the door quietly behind me and creeping into the cemetary grounds, a sole piece of paper in had. Truding through the dewy grass, it didn't take my long to find her freshly dug grave. I crouched down in front of it, laying the small piece of paper on the headstone and brushing away a few solitary tears before standing up. I lingered a few moments before slowly backing away slowly and heading back towards my car.

The paper laid against her headstone began with, Dear Darci, and ended with Love, Dmetri.

(honestly not my best story, I'll admit.)

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Brinx (Male, Red rose)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Briar(Female, blue rose)

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(please listen to this song while reading.)


[size=85]darci (f) --------------------- dmetri (m)

and by the time you finally read this...

This was so amazing! Truly a beautiful story <3

[Lizzy<3]

(please listen to this song while reading.)


darci (f) --------------------- dmetri (m)

and by the time you finally read this...

Her funeral was a sad event. Of course, young deaths always almost are. Although it wasn't terribly unbearable for most. She wasn't a very well known girl. She was one that kept to herself. Carried around a little notebook all the time and sat in the very back corner of the class scrawling in it. Those were always the ones that died. The ones you never really noticed until they were gone. Of course, I had noticed her. I always did. Her incredibly long, raven black hair, those lovely gray eyes...it was hard to ignore. I didn't care to admit it, but it was true. I had once loved the girl. But, finally, I had given up on the silent raven haired girl. It seemed like years that I felt for her. But as I grew and matured, I left my first infatuation behind me. But when news of her death spread around the school a few days before, it brought her back to the center of my attention. All I could really think of was her empty seat in my History class. The very last desk in the very last row, tucked away in the corner where she couldn't be seen. I found myself looking over at the desk more then usual, almost expecting to still find her there. But all I could find was an empty seat, and an unnocupied desk. My lovely raven girl had finally flown away. The saddest thing to me was that I never really got the chance to speak to her. I never even learned the beautiful girl's name.

Until the day of the funeral, that was.

As her coffin was lowered into the ground, a song that I didn't know playing in the background, I could hear sniffs and chokes all around me. Even those who didn't know her were affected by the moving scene. Death usually had that effect on people. I stood rigid, dabbing my damp eyes on a tissue and shoving it hastily back into my suit pocket, trying to avert my eyes from the image displayed in front of my. I kept myself distracted for a little bit longer until the coffin was finally in the hole, and the people were dismissed. I heaved a sigh, throwing one last longing glance at the hole in the ground before beginning to make my way back to the car. But abruptly, something stopped me. The feel of small, gentle fingers grasping my shoulder. I jumped, whipping around to face my tapper. The face I saw was that of the dead girl's only friend, who's name may have been Grace. Her maskera was smeared, and her fair hair whipped around her small face as the wind picked up. I eyed her curiously, murmmering a quick hello before she spoke a word. What she did next was quite odd. Out of the bag at her side, she pulled a small notebook. A notebook I recognized immediately. My raven haired girl's beloved notebook. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as Grace handed it to me. "She wanted you to have this." the girl said in a sniffly voice. She spared me not another word, pushing past me and trudging away, leaving me with the book of a dead girl and so many questions.

She wanted me to have her book? But...why?

I will admit, at first, I was scared to open the book. Who knows what was written in it's pages? And why in the world was it for me? I had never spoken to the girl in my entire life. What would cause her to leave me this book? But finally, that night, curiousity had finally driven me over the edge. I turned the lamp on my desk, and laid the book out on the wooden surface. With a long, nervous hesitation, I flipped the cover open to reveal the very first page. The paper which I stared at was filled with words on regular lined paper. On the very top line, it read,

Dear Dmetri,

She knew my name?

Today's date is the fourteenth of October. I'm writing this note to you in Mr. Dareck's class.

Mr. Dareck? The seventh grade teacher?...she wrote this to me in seventh grade?

History, ugh. Most boring subject around, right? Well, maybe not to you. You're a good student, so I highly doubt there's a subject that you really hate. Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm writing this to you, correct? Well, let me explain. Dmetri, someday I'm going to fall in love with you. I can just tell. It seems silly to even say something such as that, or to decide it so quickly. I don't really know why, but I know that I will love you someday. And I highly dought that you'll love me back, anyway. But why would you love me? You don't even know my name.
So, hello Dmetri. My name is Darci Mason.

Darci...

I figure that, if I'm going to be in love with you, you should at least know my name. So, introductions aside, I might as well tell you a little more about myself. My middle name is Isabella. My parents are divorced, and I live with my mother. I haven't seen my father since I was six. I have no friends except Grace. But you know Grace, I'm sure. She's dating your friend...oh, what's his name? John? Yes, I think that's it. I love to paint. I'm an awful dancer. I can't play sports. I'm not a very good student. And, as I stated before...someday, Dmetri, I'm going to love you.

I couldn't even believe the words that I had just read. The raven haired girl (now Darci) loved me...or at least, believed she would. Since 7th grade...when my infatuation with the silent Darci had began. And here I was, almost 5 years later, reading her lovely script that had been adressed to me. It was incredibly hard to believe.

And by the time you finally read this, I will be gone. I will be somewhere in the country at college, far away from you, where you will never find me. I'm sure that Grace will follow my instructiosn to give it to you. See, even if you will never feel the same way about me, at least you'll know. At least you'll know that I love, or loved you. Anyway, that's it for now. I'm sure I'll think of more things to write later on.
Love,
Darci

I was swallowing down a lump that had risen in my throat, and tears beginning to sting my eyes. Yes, Darci was gone. But not somewhere far away to college. As I read her closing, I wiped my tears away, stroking the word 'love' with my thumb. Slowly, I flipped over the page, only to discover that there was another whole letter waiting for me on the back, once again reading, 'Dear Dmetri' and ending with, 'Love, Darci.' Suddenly, I hungered to read more. To delve into this book and lap up all the words she had written to me. I had nothing to lose. So, I shoved my head into the notebook and began to read the dead girl's words that had already begun to break my heart.

Many of the entries were just updates, telling me how her day was. Some told me how handsome I looked that day. Others were filled with jealous comments if I had been seen talking to a pretty girl. A few had been more intense, especially when she got older. Around the time that the tenth grade letters began, she started to speak of depression. Of hate, of anger, of rage. Of loneliness, of sadness. She hated being alone. She longed to feel wanted by somebody. She longed for me. Sometimes, her letters would be angry with me for not wanting her, for not speaking to her, for not loving her. But somehow, they always ending with the same, warm closing. The very closing that brought tears to my eyes the first time I read it.
Love, Darci.

At the time I had begun to reach the very end, I began to panic. I didn't want these notes to end. These notes made it seem like she was still here, like she was still alive. Like I still had a small piece of her to cling onto. I didn't want it to go away. But, as soon as I had begun reading her tale of love, I reached the end. The very last entry was dated on the day of her sudden death in the horrible car crash. The letter started out the same as it always did.

Dear Dmetri,
Alright, I've decided. I'm going to tell you. I'm going to tell you that I love you. I know, I know that's not part of the original plan. The original plan would be a lot easier, truely. Just to let you read all these notes and never find me again, but at least know how I felt. But this makes me feel like a coward (and you know how much I hate that). How could I just leave you with a confession so big as this and run away to some other place without ever knowing how you felt about it? I can't do that, not to myself, not to you. I need to know how you feel before I go anywhere, or do anything. You see, Dmetri...I've found that I love you more then I originally planned so long ago. I'm really not sure if I'll be able to just drop everything and leave you behind without knowing how things could be...if you grasp what I mean. So I'm not even going to delay it. I'm not going to let myself have second thoughts. After I'm done writing this letter (which may even be my last, depending on how you respond to my sudden confession), I'm driving over to your house. I might as well be as straight up with it as possible. So, Dmetri...please, tell me you love me back?
Love,
Darci.

Oh God. Oh my God. She got into the crash when she was on her way to my house...to tell me that she loved me...if she hadn't decided to come to my house, she'd still be alive. If she had waited till the next day, at school, she'd still be here. And maybe the two of us...I couldn't take it anymore. I lost it, all of the tears I had been so careful to hold in flowed freely and dripped into my palms. Because, in a way, I was respondsible for her death. I was the reason why she was gone. It was all my fault. If I had spoken to her sooner, if I had started something with her...maybe this would've never happened. Maybe she would still be here. Maybe she would be mine. After I had gotten all of my crying out, a sudden idea sparked into my head. I tore out one of the last blank pages from the notebook and a pen, and began to scrawl on it furiously.

By the time I had finished reading the entire notebook, it was 5 in the morning. I was driving in the early morning towards the cemetary, my weary eyes barely opened and the notebook splayed in the passenger seat. When I had finally reached my destination, the dawn was almost breaking, the sun visable at the horizion line, casting a gray glow throughout the sky. I slowly got out of the car, closing the door quietly behind me and creeping into the cemetary grounds, a sole piece of paper in had. Truding through the dewy grass, it didn't take my long to find her freshly dug grave. I crouched down in front of it, laying the small piece of paper on the headstone and brushing away a few solitary tears before standing up. I lingered a few moments before slowly backing away slowly and heading back towards my car.

The paper laid against her headstone began with, Dear Darci, and ended with Love, Dmetri.

(honestly not my best story, I'll admit.)

This is SoOOOO good i love it..

[vinyl]

Brinx (Male, Red rose)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Briar(Female, blue rose)

Cute! They look great :D

[Mercess]

(please listen to this song while reading.)


[size=85]darci (f) --------------------- dmetri (m)

and by the time you finally read this...

This was so amazing! Truly a beautiful story <3

Write anothr one!

[- poppeh]

"Nothing can be flawless as to have perfection you must have flaws.
Life is no dream except for the dead.
You always wanted to embrace love but when it came at you, you never wanted it."

They told me this at the clinic one day.

"Now, Soul..." she quivered at my name "did any of this make sense?"

I didn't know if it should have.

"No." I said plain and simple.

And it hadn't made sense at the time.

I didn't have school and I went nowhere but the clinic, we didn't have any mirriors in our house. I would always ask my mom about it but she'd always say, "You're just different sweetie."

But I sure changed the day she came.


Jane. As pretty and simple as a doe.

{More/Story?}

[Lizzy<3]

"Nothing can be flawless as to have perfection you must have flaws.
Life is no dream except for the dead.
You always wanted to embrace love but when it came at you, you never wanted it."

They told me this at the clinic one day.

"Now, Soul..." she quivered at my name "did any of this make sense?"

I didn't know if it should have.

"No." I said plain and simple.

And it hadn't made sense at the time.

I didn't have school and I went nowhere but the clinic, we didn't have any mirriors in our house. I would always ask my mom about but she'd always say, "You're just different sweetie."

But I sure changed the day she came.


Jane. As pretty and simple as a doe.

{More/Story?}

yea

[Inatae]

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darci (f) --------------------- dmetri (m)

and by the time you finally read this...

(honestly not my best story, I'll admit.)

I love it. <3 One of the most amazing pieces I've ever read.