Monday, June 23, 2014

Dylan

After an hour, I decided I couldn't stay there anymore. I stealthily left. You would think that a good girl like me has never even considered leaving without permission. Well, we can't all be saints. I ducked out of the window and climbed down the trellis quickly. The night air was nice, refreshing and peaceful. I slung my bag over my shoulder and made it out of there without being caught. In my bag was a few items. My cell phone, several books, money of course and pepper spray. I wasn't sure where to go. It was pretty late. I settled for a boring old cafe. I ordered hot chocolate and sipped it slowly while reading the book that was apparently selling like crazy. It centered on vampires that lived among us. Throughout the time I was there, I took notice of young man that looked at me too often to be coincidental. Feeling uneasy, I quickly finished my drink, paid and got the hell out of there. I headed home quickly. It wasn't very far. I walked because I knew if I took my car, my parents would find out. I thought it was ridiculous that I still had a curfew as if I was 17 years of age. My mother was like that. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of fast approaching footsteps that came from behind me. I turned and saw the man that had his eyes on me in that cafe.

“Hey beautiful.” He said.
“What do you want?” I asked keeping my tone light and fearless.
“You.” He laughed. “You look lonely. I thought I'd join you.”
“I'm fine. Thanks for your concern.” I turned away from him and walked faster.
He grabbed my wrist.
“Let go of me.” I said evenly. With my other hand, I reached into my bag and wrapped my fingers around the can of pepper spray.
He smirked and came closer until our faces were inches away. His breath blew into my face. Alcohol. Definitely. He was going to kiss me. I felt my stomach curl into a ball as the fear registered.
Keeping my calm, I pulled out the pepper spray and pressed on the nozzle aiming at his eyes.
He cussed and cried out in pain. “Damn it!”
I immediately shook off his hand and ran like crazy. I didn't pay attention to where I was going, just what I was running from. I ran for several minutes. I glanced behind me periodically to make sure he wasn't following. Just then, I bumped, or more like crashed into somebody. “I am so sorry.” I said quickly and started running again.
“Wait!” The person I knocked down called.
I didn't wait. I just kept running.
He caught up with me easily. He ran next to me. “Who are we running from?” He asked.
“What? What do you think you're doing?” I asked shocked.
“Why are you running?” He asked me back.
“Why are you running with me?”
“Who's chasing you?” He asked stubbornly refusing to answer any of my questions.
I groaned and stopped running when I thought we were in the clear. I didn't know where we were now. All I knew was that we were behind some building near the main road. I panted trying to catch my breath. He did the same.
“Well?” He asked after a while.
I looked up to study him. He had brown hair that was a mess due to all the running. Somehow, it still looked good. He was dressed in a dark blue long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed up slightly and jeans that were designed to look torn and faded. What prevented me from responding was his eyes. They were blue I realized. They looked warm and kind.
“Hello? Anybody in there?” He asked.
I flushed and said, “Some guy was chasing me.”
“Some guy?”
“He was harassing me. I murdered his eyes with pepper spray.” I said showing off the can of pepper spray.
“Tough.” He commented smiling. Then, he was serious. “Are you alright?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Cause if you aren't, I'd be happy to go back to that guy and punch his teeth out.”
“Why?” I asked confused. “You don't know me.”
“I despise guys who treat women like that.” He shrugged and leaned against the cinder wall of the building we were behind.
“Ah... I see.”
“What's your name?”
“Lilliane.”
“Pretty name.”
“Thanks.” I smiled.
“You should go home.” He told me. “Around here, if you're this beautiful,” He said gesturing to me making me blush, “you shouldn't be around here. It's not really safe, you know?” He smiled. “Oh I almost forgot.” He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small silver object. He handed it to me. “It fell out of your bag when we bumped into each other.” He smiled again.
“Thanks so much. Actually, I bumped into you.” I reminded him.
“Right. You were trying to run backwards. My advice: Get eyes on the back of your head.” He smirked.
I scowled. Then I asked, “Did I hurt you? I think you cushioned my fall.” My face and tone was sheepish.
He looked at his elbows that were slightly grazed. “Not much. I'll live.” He said.
“Sorry. I really didn't mean to.”
“It's alright. Go on home now. Need me to call a cab for you? You don't seem very capable.” He teased.
“I'll walk. My house isn't far.”
“Are you kidding? After that experience you still want to walk?”
“I'm not supposed to be out.” I said biting my lip. “If I call a cab and all, the headlights, the sound of the car, I don't know. I'm afraid my parents will wake up.”
“Alrighty then. I'll walk you. If I leave you alone now, and you get bothered by some guy again, it'll be partially my fault.”
“That's a strange excuse.” I commented. “What the hell?” I said shrugging.
“So what're you doing out this late?” He asked as we started walking.
“Clearing my head.”
He snorted. “Bet it didn't work.”
“Nope.” I admitted.
“Want to tell me what's going on?”
“I don't think so.” I said warily giving him a wry smile.
“Right. Sorry. I guess it's too much to tell to someone you barely met.” He replied understandingly.
“So, you never told me your name.” I said when we were a block away from my house.
“Dylan.” He smiled. I realized that he had a very nice smile. It was the kind of smile that could brighten anybody's day no matter how crappy the day was.
“Well, thank you for your help tonight, Dylan.”
“It was my genuine pleasure.” He mimicked my formal tone. His eyes danced playfully.
“Alright. I should... get inside.” I said regretfully. Why did I sound so rueful?
“Okay. I'll be seeing ya, Lil.” He smiled at me one last time then he was gone.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

I Hope You'll See My Love

Note : I did NOT write this. But I love this. Hope you guys will too.

I have so many things to say,
But I cannot find my voice
Because you take my breath away.

I hope my eyes will speak for you to notice
As I wait in silence for you to notice.
That a craving soul has something to impart.

I am in turmoil awaiting your glance,
Yet again trying to appear normal.
While my heart flutters its loving dance.

Each day I endure as it passes
And maybe then you will see me
Until then I'll try to keep my feelings at bay.

I desperately want to place you
Between the pages of my book
And keep you forever, I really do. 

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The TMI Tag =)

1. What are you wearing?
A shirt that says "Dear Santa, I want it all" and shorts.

2. Ever been in love?
Yes with people, places and things. For example, pizza and TV.

3. Ever had a terrible break up?
Sure. About to experience another one soon. My laptop has been diagnosed with I Keep Crashing Syndrome. It's fatal.

4. How tall are you?
5" 1 (FOR NOW)

5. How much do you weigh?
43 kg

6. Any tattoos?
I would be slaughtered if I had one.

7. Any piercings?
Ears? I have cute owl earrings just FYI.

8. OTP?
Fictional charcters count? Hazel Grace and Augustus from The Fault in Our Stars.

9. Favorite show?
Once Upon a Time, Switched at Birth, Criminal Minds. I like TV so there's a lot.

10. Favorite bands?
Big Time Rush! One Direction, Coldplay, One Republic.

11. Something you miss?
The United States of America!

12. Favorite song?
Way too many but I'll give you a few. All Too Well by Taylor Swift. Fireflies by Owl City, Sailboats by Sky Sailing. Invisible by Big Time Rush. Champagne by Cassadee Pope.

13. How old are you?
Sixteen.

14. Zodiac sign?
Sagittarius.

15. Quality you look for in a partner?
Honest? Understanding, kind, loving. Yeah basically.

16. Favorite quote?
"The only way out of the labyrinth of sufering is to forgive." by John Green

17. Favorite actor?
Way too many but I'll give you a few again. Channing Tatum. James Franco. Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Taylor Lautner.

18. Favorite color?
Navy Blue.

19. Loud music or soft?
Both. But at different times.

20. Where do you go when you're sad?
Bookstores or libraries.

21. How long does it take for you to shower?
15 minutes?

22. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
10 years. LOL

23. Ever been in a physical fight?
Sure. Everyday with Alycia, the calligrapher. :P

24. Turn on?
your brain.

25. Turn off?
the sun.

26. The reason I joined blogger?
To express myself.

27. Fears?
People.

28. Last thing that made you cry?
My laptop.

29. Last time you said you loved someone?
5 seconds ago to my laptop when I was begging it to stay alive.

30. Meaning behind your blogger name?
Skywriting. It represents my goal in writing. I want to create something meaningful that everyone can see.

31. Last book you read?
The First Phone Call From Heaven by Mitch Albom

32. The book you are currently reading?
My history textbook.....

33. Last show you watched?
Glee

34. Last person you talked to?
 Kristen.

35. The relationship between you and the last person you texted?
Clement who is kind of like my son.

36. Favorite food?
Don't make me choose! Oreos, pizza, bacon, etc

37. Place you want to visit?
Owatonna, Minnesota!!!

38. Last place you were?
Living room in front of the TV.

39. Do you have a crush?
NO.

40. Last time you kissed someone?
Earlier today. My killer whale plushy. Haha.

41. Last time you were insulted?
An hour ago. Clement made fun of my height.

42. Favorite flavor of sweet?
Cola

43. What instruments do you play?
Piano. (you didn't ask if I play correctly or well)

44. Favorite piece of jewelry?
My charm bracelet.

45. Last sport you played?
Tennis. Sometime last week after school.

46. Last song you sang?
Arms by Christina Perri.

47. Favorite chat up line?
HEY. HEY. HEY. HEY. HEY. HEY.

48. Have you ever used it?
The chat up line? Sure all the time.

49. Last time you hung out with someone?
Last Thursday. With Alycia and Clement.

50. Who should answer these questions next?
Clement aka MadCat.
   

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Once Upon a Time


I paced around the vast place, appreciating the fact that we had a decent library in town. There were some new books that I wanted to borrow but I wasn't sure where they were. I could ask the librarian but I found that boring. There was something about looking for the book yourself that intrigued me, increased my interest. There was the new mystery book that everyone in the book club at school were talking about. That seemed good. I decided to look for that.
"Gotcha." I thought to myself as I reached for it. "That's funny." I muttered. It seemed stuck. It was budging but I couldn't remove it from the shelf. I flushed when I realized the cause. I pulled my hand back immediately, letting the person on the other side get the book then, peaked through the opening to apologize. The apology lodged in my throat as I saw who stood there. Grayson or whatever his name was, the new student at my school.

"I'm sorry." He said before I got the words out. "You can have it."

"No, no." I said quickly. "It's fine. You take it. I don't need it right away."

"Are you sure?" He asked, sounding uncertain.

"Positive."

He smiled. "Thanks." He walked around the structure supporting the books and stood a few feet from me. He was even more beautiful up close. He wore a black V-neck that showed more of him than was absolutely needed. But, he didn't seem visibly thrilled about that fact. Flames, the jock at my high school would puff out his chest whenever conversing. Grayson was taller than I had estimated. Probably 6"2', I decided. My 5"5' was unsatisfactory. His brown eyes were indescribably gentle. I struggled to maintain an acceptable level of composure. I racked my brain for common, predictable questions to ask a stranger.

"Haven't I seen you around Jackson High?"

"Yeah. I just enrolled a couple weeks ago. I just moved here actually. Name's Grayson Brents."

"Savannah. Mills." I replied.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance. And if I may be so blunt, you're very beautiful."

My cheeks and ears grew hot. I looked everywhere but at him.

"I think we're in French together." He said, turning around to face the desk he was sitting at a while ago. He pulled out his class schedule that he had wedged in between two books. "Yup. French and Algebra."

"Oh, that's cool. I hate Algebra though. Still a little behind on that one." I was under-exaggerating. By little, I meant getting Ds.

He smiled. "That's easy. French is the real monster out of those two."

"parlez-vous fran├žais?"

"Um... You too." He muttered.

I bit my lip and looked away, trying to keep from laughing. "You do suck."

"Okay. That's not fair."

I suppressed a smile.

"How about this: I tutor you in Algebra and you help me with French."

"What? Like exchanging archery lessons with trident lessons?"

He looked confused.

"Catching Fire?"

Still nothing.

"The Hunger Games!" I almost screamed. Somebody shushed me.

He grinned. "Right."

"You've never read the books?"

"Never seen the movies either, really."

"Interesting." I muttered, studying him openly now. I looked him up and down like how a carver might eye a block of material before creating a pattern or sculpture.

He raised an eyebrow. "So was that a yes or a no?"

"Sure." I agreed too quickly. My cheeks colored.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "So, you're sure you don't need this?" He held up the book.

"No. I don't need it."

"I was thinking... I should at least make up for taking it then. Can I buy you a drink? There's a coffee place a few blocks from here, I think."

I thought about it.

He misread my wary expression. "I'm not going to stuff you in my trunk and dismember you in my barn if that's what you're worried about." He smiled.

I laughed aloud and someone shushed me yet again. "Oh no. I'm sure you don't have a barn."

"That's the piece of information that stuck?"

I shrugged. "That was the only part that I was sure about."

He smiled wider now. "So how about it, Savannah?" I liked how he said my name. His husky tone made it more beautiful somehow.

I glanced at my watch. It was 2 in the afternoon. I wasn't due home until 5. I thought about all the romance novels I had read before. Then I looked back to Grayson. His eyes seemed to play with my train of thought. Do fairytale stories ever begin in libraries? Only one way to find out, I thought.
"Meet you at the entrance in 5 minutes." I told him.