we don't care anymore - - onyx *

[waldo emerson bell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image:url(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m630/beckettisabamf/waldobackground.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #000000;] CAN YOU HEAR ME? Shirtless and in only a pair of shorts, Waldo was taking a run through the park. It was too hot in June, especially in California, to be running with a shirt on and Waldo was aware of that. It wasn't that Waldo particularly like running (he didn't) but he had to stay in shape for surfing and he hadn't had a chance to get to the beach since he'd moved from the boarding school back to his house. It had been a mess flunking out so close to the end of the school year and then having to go to a brand new school. It was bad enough that he wasn't going to have the credits to graduate at the end of the year like he was supposed to and honestly, it would have been easier to just take the rest of the school year off and just go back next September. However, his mother's instructions had been clear; Waldo was to be on his best behavior and not touch the beach until the school year was finished. Waldo, of course, had every intention of disobeying her. There were only a couple of weeks left until then but to Waldo, a couple of weeks was intolerable. So for awhile, he'd obey his mother, running and doing pushups and crunches, but it wouldn't be long now before he was sneaking his board out of the garage and into the waves. Taking deep, gulping breaths, Waldo slowed down before completely stopping. That'd been about two miles in just under fifteen minutes. He was no track star, but he could have done worse. He walked to the bench where he'd left all of his stuff, pulling his headphones out of his ears as he walked and letting them dangle from his iPod. Waldo sat down and drank deeply from his Nalgene bottle, knowing that pretty soon he'd have to stand up and find a water fountain to refill it with.

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[onyx ree keetin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000, width: 300px; height: 300px;] suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall Blue sky, light cool breeze, everything about today seemed to be going great. Long legs stretched as she ran, she tried to do track, but never got along with the couch so Onyx quit. Onyx's name matched her hair. Black. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she wore a tight pink tank top with black booty shorts. Her tennis shoes tied tightly, she had ran three miles and was now finishing up her fourth with a jog. Onyx licked her salty lips with her dry tongue. She was so thirsty. Usually she was good about about bringing a water, but she had forgotten. Luckily for her, there was a drinking fountain. Slowing down her job to a walk, breathing heavily, she pushed the button and began to drink water. Gulping down the cool refreshing clear liquid. When she was down she turned around and sat down on the bench were she thought she had seen a guy, up head of her sit. But she didn't see him...Maybe he had walked off or went to another drinking fountain. Either way, Onyx was thankful that there was something to rest her aching feet. She didn't pull her hair free of the holder, it would stay like that till she went home. Onyx sighed, checking the time on her phone. It was still afternoon. She hadn't been out for long, Onyx had no idea what today would bring her, but she hoped it could kill the time. She didn't really feel like going back home right now. She wanted some human contact. Her blue green eyes swept around the land hoping to see the guy she had seen earlier on the bench, he looked friendly, and cute...Cute always helped. Right? © melly welly at caution 2.0 & LYRICS BY REGINA SPEKTOR & --- WORDS & SETTINGorNOTES

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