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Post by Ryan Parker. on Jan 20, 2008 14:26:59 GMT -5
His dark brown hair blowing softly in the light breeze that had decided to pick up as soon as he announced he was going to spend this glorious Winter day outside, his dark eyes, only just a little darker than his hair, searching curiously around his surroundings. Yes, that was Ryan Parker and what he was doing on this cold, but fine, day.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, his bangs hanging his in his eyes now that he was walking with the wind instead of into it. He wasn't a big fan of the wind, it messed up his hair.
He hadn't seen Hannah for a while and he didn't tell a soal, but he kind of missed her. He let out a soft sigh, looking up at the cloudy sky, it looked like it was going to rain. He just hated all bad weather, mostly because it messed up his hair. His glorious hair.
[nicole.]
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Post by Hannah Bennet on Jan 20, 2008 15:00:51 GMT -5
Hannah walked along the tracks, starring up at the sky. It was clear blue, not a cloud in sight. She breathed in the cold crisp winter air. It was refreshing, a good place to clear her head. The blowing wind pushed gently on her face, turning her cheeks red from the cold.
She had been thinking about Ryan, no it had been haunting her. While she ate, while she slept, even while she bathed. All she could think of, was that boy. He made her feel things she never thought she could, things she had never felt before.
The one thing that kept her calm, but didn't help her problem with Ryan, was photography. She snapped a few pictures, her hand gripping the camera tightly. She saw something when she was about to take a picture. Ryan?
She quickly sprinted up to the boy, unsure if it was him or not, unsure if it was her mind playing games on her. "Ryan?" She said innocently, looking up at him. It was him, it had to be. Her heart began beating fast, but Hannah ignored it, she wanted to see that it was Ryan.
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Post by Ryan Parker. on Jan 20, 2008 16:03:54 GMT -5
Ryan was about to leave. He hated nature, Mother Nature to be more specific. She knew he was going to be going outside today, so she made it one of the windiest days in the history of Carlem. He knew he was exaggerating when he thought this, but it made perfect sense when he thought it.
He put his hand to his forehead, holding down his bangs, he was like a girl with his metro sexuality, it was slightly sad how he was more obsessed with his looks than his sister was with hers.
He had to grin, however, when he turned around and saw Hannah standing there, "Hey," He said, moving his hand away from his forehead to stuff both of his hands in his pockets.
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