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Post by hector miller on Sept 16, 2008 15:47:03 GMT -5
.HECTOR MILLER.and i wrote this letter in my head, cuz so many things were left unsaid.
Ever since Hector could remember, he'd been training to become one of the Olympic gold medal winners. While other kids had been hoping to become doctors or veterinarians or astronauts, he had always known what he had wanted to be, and he hadn't ever lost his dream. An Olympic gold medalist. That was a respectable career, not like other things were you were a garbage man or someone who just stayed home and did nothing. He knew exactly what was going to happen with his life, and he knew that he could accomplish it. Someday, there would be him, a famous guy with his face on a cereal box, his wife, hopefully Charlie, and two point five kids, with a picket fence and a Golden Retriever named Rusty or Buster or something equally doggy-sounding. They would live in a suburb where every morning he would wake up, get dressed, dutifully go downstairs, eat breakfast, listen to his kids prattle on about things that didn't really matter at all, but he would listen. Then he would kiss his wife on the cheek and go off to work - what he wanted to do after becoming an Olympic medal winner was a bit of a mystery to him. Maybe become a mechanic or something, but that didn't have much to do with the whole family dynamic, now, did it? Sure, he could become a lawyer or something, but with his brains, that was probably asking for a lot more than anyone could give him.
Hector wasn't a stupid guy, but he wasn't the smartest guy around. There were a ton of kids in the school who easily surpassed his marks without even trying, including Charlie. But they were hard pressed to find a quarterback more dedicated or more into the zone than Hector Victor Miller. He had a routine, for God's sake, a routine that continued whether or not there was football to be played. Every single morning at five o'clock (Sometimes four, if he was feeling particularly good), the alarm clock would ring, and he would jump out of bed, already energized. It took him all of three seconds to brush his pearly whites, then he would grab his sneakers and go outside. The quiet morning, when no one else was awake or stirring, when the air was the freshest, was his time to think. While his feet were slapping the pavement and he was concentrating on breathing, he could let his brain wander and he could mull over anything that was puzzling him; perhaps he was thinking about a test that he had taken last week, or he was thinking about why Charlie was mad at him that week, or he was thinking about the college applications that were piling up on his desk.
With his athletic tendencies and his outstanding letters of recommendation, Hector could get into any of the better sports orientated colleges around the country, and a few of the others, too. Keeping a B- average helped him in the grades department too. So what if it meant pulling a few all-nighters with Charlie, or running himself ragged a couple of times a week? There were instances when he had gotten no sleep for eight days straight, trying to keep his life from falling apart at the seams. Yet, he managed to do it all while looking perfectly composed and without a care in the world. People envied him, they did. He had the perfect life: he was rich, he was good-looking, he had a girlfriend, he was the quarterback, he got decent grades, colleges all over the country were vying to have him attend...life didn't get any better for him than it did right now. His group of friends was amazing. There was Max, the funny guy who was always around to cheer him up when he felt even slightly down. There was Napoleon, who helped him when he was getting swamped in school work. There was Tara, who always lent a helping hand or a shoulder to lean on if he ever needed it. Shanice was...well, Shanice always had his back, no matter what was going on. Xanadu was interesting. She was just Xanadu. A little cranky, wry, observant, but overall happy and bouncy. Just being around her made him have to crack a smile, especially with all of the pervvy comments flying out of her mouth.
Then, there was Charlie. Charlie Benette, his other half, the one person who could have showed him what love was. Saying something like that in normal conversation sounded stupid and foolish, and that was why he kept it limited to the mornings, when he could run and think about everything. But it was true, Charlie had affected him and changed him for the better. Before she had come along, he had just been that jock guy that dated an entire cross-section of girls across the school, from the cheerleaders to the library helpers to the church girls, as long as they were all hot. But when Charlie had joined the team, and he had seen her for the first time (Going for a pass, nonetheless, and then getting distracted by her had caused him to be tackled, and get knocked out - classic football love move), he could have sworn that the Earth had stopped moving. They weren't the perfect couple by far, in anyone's mind but his own. Sure, they had their fair share of fights, some rather nasty and in public, but they were also cute and private. he would race to finish his homework and get on the computer and go to Facebook so that he could spend an hour trying to find the perfect song quote or er sticker to send her so that she was pleasantly surprised when she got online. No one could accuse him of being a bad boyfriend, that much was for certain.
At the moment, Hector was running around the park, in his jogging suit. It wasn't five in the morning, nor was it a school day. It was just a regular Saturday afternoon, and he had been struck with the sudden urge to take a jog while doing his Chemistry homework. He figured that it could wait a while until he came back, so he went to get his school-colored jogging suit, and he was out the door five minutes later. He had been jogging for an hour before he decided that a break was in order. He stopped by one of the benches, and from the loose pocket in the front of his sweatshirt pulled a plastic water bottle. The cap came off easily in his large hands and he was soon guzzling down the liquid, while keeping his eyes trained on his iPod in his other hand. He was listening to one of Charlie's songs - she liked to try to get him to listen to her music, although he wasn't a big fan of most of it. He didn't recognize the song she had on there right now, nor the band, so after scrolling through for a moment, he settled on a 30 Seconds to Mars song. The plastic bottle went sailing into the nearby trashcan, and he was running again. Just him and the pavement, and the song, of course. He was sweating profusely, but that was to be expected. While the air was rather chilly for September, he was wearing a sweatshirt and heavy pants.
Status: COMPLETE. Total Word Count: 1243 Listening To: Good Charlotte - I Don't Want To Be In Love Lyrics Used: Simple Plan - I'd Do Anything Notes: =)
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Post by Charlie Benette on Sept 16, 2008 16:26:16 GMT -5
"Don't be a baby, remember what you told me: Shut up and put your money where your mouth is, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas. Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now. That's what you get for waking up in Vegas."
[/i] Katy Perry blared in Charlie's ears as her long legs extended out and her feet slammed down hard on the pavement. In a pair of Hector's sweatpants and in one of his wife beater's she made her daily run, focusing on nothing but the beat of the music. Usually, when Charlie ran, she tried not to think of anything complicated; the chemistry homework she should be doing, the dates of Hector's next 10 games, the steps for the most complicated dance in the next play. If she did, she knew she would surely fall forward and smack her little face on the pavement. After all she had done it before. Instead, she tries to stare directly ahead, not really paying attention, just letting her legs lead her where she's trained them to go. Running was probably the easy thing Charlie did all day. It didn't expect anything from her, it didn't want a conversation, it wasn't being graded. It just was. It was refreshing, but it would eventually end. She let out a sigh, what a depressing thought. "Why are these lights so bright? Oh, did we get hitched last night? Dressed up like Elvis? And why, why am I wearing your class ring? Don't call your mother. 'Cause now we're partners in crime" [/i] Hector's class ring bounced back and forth in between her cleavage, hanging causally from the gold chain she had put it on and placed around her neck. Charlie looked around. It wouldn't be too much of a coincidence if she were to run into Hector, he ran here in the Park too sometimes. A image of his smiling face became the background in her head and she made a mental note to stop at the next tree and take a look around. Maybe he was here now? She stopped at the tree and bent down, putting her hands on her knees and breathing heavily in then out of her nose. She loved the smell of crisp fall. That and Hector's cologne. Charlie looked up and saw Hector running a few yards away. She grinned and began to stretch out her muscles. He was such a thing of beauty and those who didn't know him better would say only out, but Charlie knew the real Hector. Torn apart by his parents false marriage and difficult divorce, Hector had become somewhat of a romantic and a dreamer. He hoped to be an Olympian and win the gold. He could do it too. Charlie had all the faith in the world in him. He could go the distance. He could win the gold, as he had won her heart. Charlie caught her breath and dashed over to the end of the park where Hector, blaring his own music, was jogging swiftly ahead. She sped up her pace until she was next to him and smiled when he turned his head. Then she waited for him to slow down.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by hector miller on Sept 16, 2008 18:22:04 GMT -5
.HECTOR MILLER.when the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky.
Hector was making sure that his breathing was regular - it helped him to run harder, faster, longer. As long as he was focusing on the steady intake of breath he was forcing himself to have, he could run and not think about anything. Before he would know it, he would have circled back around the park again, easily. He thought that life was a lot like that, actually. If you just focused on breathing and putting one foot in front of the other, you could blink and years would have passed you. It had been seventeen years since he had been born into the world, a world of lies that unraveled by the time he was fourteen, but it felt like he hadn't been around that long in the big picture. He'd been alive for nearly two decades, and all he had to show for that was twelve years of school and grades, a handful of fuzzy memories, and his friends. Oh, and the disaster that was his family. He didn't even know what to think about them, to be honest. Joshua was okay; Hector far preferred his father over his mother any day. He was a nicer, kinder, more outgoing man. Yvonne was just a cold-hearted bitch, plain and simple. He couldn't wait until the day that he could move out of the house, or at least live with his father full-time, if the guy ever stopped moving around the country in that damn RV.
Hector stopped for a moment, to sidestep a lady and her dog who were in front of him. He glanced up, brushing his bangs aside, but didn't see anyone he knew. He figured that he might have seen Charlie today, since she was just as much of a health nut as he was, and she was probably trying to escape the same Chemistry homework that he was. He turned to continue jogging again, and there was Charlie, right next to him. He jumped a bit, taken aback by how she had appeared next to him so suddenly, then relaxed visibly. Well, he had been in the zone and he probably wouldn't have noticed a meteor falling to Earth next to him, so missing Charlie wasn't that big of a deal. He quickly pulled out his earbuds from his iPod, and grinned at her. "Hello there, sexy," he purred, in his best voice, before leaning down to give her a kiss. She was only three inches shorter than him, not half a foot like most of his girlfriends. He liked that. Hector wiped his forehead with one of his arms, before crossing them and leaning against the tree behind himself. He made sure to flex, just so that Charlie could see how impressive his arms were getting from all of his weight lifting recently. "Lemme guess, you're here trying to avoid all of that Chemistry homework we got, huh?" He grinned at her, then laughed. "You could have just gone over to Xan's house and copied her's, I know she finished already. Or even Tara's. I was thinking about going over there later to see if I could get Nips to help me; I have no idea what I'm doing, honestly."
Status: COMPLETE. Total Word Count: 539 Listening To: Nothing Lyrics Used: Panic at the Disco - When The Moon Met The Sun Notes: Look! That's how many words you typed last time! =D
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Post by Charlie Benette on Sept 16, 2008 19:15:17 GMT -5
I’ve never felt quite like this. Good about myself, from my very first kiss. I’m here when you call. You’ve got it all, and confidence like I never knew.
[/i] Charlie stop in her tracks once she got Hector's attention. She was innocent enough, but quite a tease at times. She liked making him work extra hard for her affections at times. She would always give it to him, she just liked to see him wriggle. He stopped his brisk jog and walked over to meet her. He smiled and offered her a few affection terms before sealing the deal with a kiss. Unlike her other little love affairs, Hector wasn't hard to kiss. he was close her height and whereas some guys were either shorter than her and she would have to strain her neck for a kiss or they were just tall enough and kissing seemed to boring. With Hector, everything fit. Every feeling was as it was meant to be. He leaned back onto Charlie's favorite oak. Why was it her favorite? When you look up at the shortest branch, about 8 or so feet up, you can see 'H.M. hearts C.B' carved into the tree. When she sees the tree she remembers the day Hector asked her out. It was a cool fall spring day and Hector had asked her to come for a run with him after school in the park. She agreed of course, having a growing crush on him already. They jogged around and talked about everything. By the time they had finished, the sun was setting and the sky grew darker, but they weren't ready to go home. So instead, they both climbed up this tree (which was very difficult seeing as the shortest branch is at least 2 feet taller than both of them) and sat on sturdy branches while watching the sun fade away. Charlie, so focused on the beauty of the moment, didn't notice Hector carve their initials into the bark of the tree until he tapped her lightly on the foot and motioned to his creation. Their feelings for each other were obvious and they sealed the deal with their first kiss. You’ve got a charm, you simply disarm me every time. As long as u drive, I’m along for the ride, your the way. I said it before: There won't be a door that’s closed to us. Putting all my trust in you, cause you, you’ll always be true. [/i] "You always guess right." She smiled when she noticed his show-offness flex and ran her hand over one of his arms. "Are your arms getting...smaller?" She licked her lips and grinned as she watched his face, waiting for a reaction. She knew what he would say, 'Well aren't you funny. And No.' She could read him like he could read her and she has never been so easy to read. She shook her head and sat down on the grass by his feet. She shaded her eyes as she looked up at him. the sun was right behind him, making him glow. She never said it straight out, but she hoped he knew. He was her sun. Her center. Her life force. "You know I don't copy homework. If anything, people copy me." She smiled at him. He knew it was true. Though she wasn't sure if it was good for him, she never denied him to copy her homework if he needed to. After all, homework counted for a good portion of the grade at St. Solomon and Charlie wouldn't be able to live with herself if Hector got kicked off the football team. Regardless if it was her fault or not, she never wanted to see him that upset. "I can help you if you like. Napoleon doesn't give the easiest explanations." No matter how much hector played everyone else, Charlie knew the truth. Hector was not as dumb as he played up to be. He actually could get decent grades if he tried, but as is, he doesn't need to. Most people, however, thought Hector was the stereotypical jock; dumb, macho, low attention span. Napoleon, for example, liked to tease Hector with his intelligence, telling him the complicated explanation of things. Charlie didn't like this at all, but she never said anything. Hector didn't want her to. "Yeah, me either, but I stayed after to help Mr. E clean today when Math Team was canceled and he helped me." [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by hector miller on Sept 17, 2008 9:58:05 GMT -5
.HECTOR MILLER.you're beautiful unlike anyone, like a whisper and a breeze you were gone.
Hector followed Charlie's gaze from his face to the tree he was leaning on, and smiled slightly. Everyone in St. Solomon referred to that tree as 'Heck and Char's tree,' and for a good reason. It had their initials on it; he loved when people would ask him where his name was on the tree (Because he was so possessive of it), and he could just point upwards, and bam, there were their names carved into the wood. Obviously, he knew the story of him asking her out, but there was more to it than that. It wasn't just them managing to climb up the tree (How had they managed that, anyway? Hadn't he jumped up, pulled himself into the tree and then Charlie? It was so long ago, he couldn't really remember, to be honest), but it was weeks of him freaking out and trying to figure out the perfect waay to ask out this mysterious cheerleader girl, who didn't really even seem like a cheerleader because she was just so nice and different than the others, who stood in packs of more than five and laughed about those less fortunate then them, and had all of the jocks hanging onto them. Sure, Hector had dated a few of them, but he had never really liked many of them - it was just the football thing to do. The quarterback always had to be dating one of the cheerleaders, regardless of who it was or what her position was, or even what he temperment was.
Then, Charlie had come and it was just like 'Why hadn't I noticed this girl before? She's in all of my classes, but I just never noticed her - not to mention she's in a ton of clubs and she does so much for the school...' The simple thing to say would be that he wasn't looking for her, therefore he never saw her, but the more complicated answer would probably be that he had seen her, but he didn't want to see her at the same time. Hector wasn't like those shallow girls on the cheerleading team, nor was he like the other football players who constantly just talked about who they were taking on a date, or who they were doing in the locker rooms after school, but he knew that, as a football player, he had some standards to uphold. Of course, he had busted those things in half when Charlie had joined the cheerleading team and he had asked her out - she was a cheerleader, but everyone knew her first and foremost as that overachieving girl. It didn't really make him mind that people said that, because he liked the fact that she overachieved so much. That meant that she, like him, knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life, and that was something that he respected. He had broken the standards even more when he began to hang out with Charlie's group of friends, who were a mis-matched group of misfits, ranging from the shy girl (Tara) to the nerdy boy (Napoleon) to the class clown (Max) to the drama girl (Shanice) to the simply unclassifiable (Xanadu).
Hector was brought back to Earth from his thoughts about his friends and other things, by the gentle brushing of Charlie's fingers against his arm. He laughed, then deadpanned his next comment. "Haha. No. They're getting bigger, thank you very much." He rolled his eyes at Charlie, keeping a smile on his face as he did it, though, so she would understand the joking gesture. He nodded, though, when she said that people copied her. It was true, a lot of the girls in the school just wished that they could be Charlie: perfect life, perfect boyfriend - hey, he could dream - and just in general, perfect. Pretty, smart, outgoing, a cheerleader, motivated, all of that was Charlie in a nutshell, and something that most girls in high school (With the possible exception of all of Charlie's female friends, minus Shanice) aspired to be, but ultimately couldn't pull off. "Yeah...did I tell you about my resolution for this year? No copying off of you! I either do it myself or I make Napoleon explain it to me. No matter how stupid he sounds when he's doing it, or how many times it takes. He knows I'll beat him up if he pulls anything on me," Hector said, trying to sound threatening and failing. He couldn't do anything of the sort around Charlie, so he settled for letting a grin fall over his face again. "Oh, well, alright. I guess we could study later...if your dad still isn't wanting to kill me for last time." Hector said, wincing. That really hadn't been all that fun, their last studying session. Especially when Mr. Benette had barged right in in the middle of it and started screaming at Hector.
Status: INCOMPLETE. Total Word Count: 841 Listening To: Nine Days - If I Am Lyrics Used: Nine Days - Beautiful Notes: I ramble. D=
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Post by Charlie Benette on Sept 17, 2008 14:55:40 GMT -5
And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words: How wonderful life is while you're in the world.
Charlie shrugged with a smirk. She was abnormally playful around Hector. She would let her guard down and make jokes, not her usual way, and know he would take it okay. Despite her extremely social attitude, Charlie hesitated when making jokes or being sarcastic, fearing she would offend someone. She didn't have this fear with Hector, though, he always knew she was joking. She was a bad liar anyway.
"If you say so..."
She grinned up at him and patted the grass next to her, motioning him to sit down. She worried about Hector sometimes. She worried he was getting enough rest, that he'd get sick or that he wasn't eating enough. Because of this Charlie would often bake for him, let him get to bed early instead of spending five hours together on the phone and check his temperature constantly. Xanadu started to tease her, calling her mom, but Charlie paid her no mind. She wanted to make sure Hector stayed in perfect condition.
"Don't worry about it. You work hard, I don't mind. And Napoleon can just be a butt sometimes is all..."
A big butt too.
"But I know you know how to handle him."
She smiled up at him, shielding her eyes from the sun. Usually, if Napoleon ever started with Hector, Hector would just name drop her or Xanadu and that would be that. Charlie was thankful for this because the least Hector shows his temper, the better.
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Anyway the thing is what I really mean: Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
[/i] Charlie grinned. "My dad's not home today. He's out in New Hampshire for work and my mom is watching my cousins for my aunt tonight." She shrugged. "It being Friday and all." Charlie's dad was a hard military man; very strict, very old fashion. Sadly enough, he walked in on Hector and Charlie's innocent study section in the middle of a light kiss between the couple. It was a miracle Hector made it out alive. "Something tells me we'll be fine." She looked around the park, people watching. "We'll have to walk there though. I didn't drive here today." [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by hector miller on Sept 18, 2008 10:05:38 GMT -5
.HECTOR MILLER.lying in my bed i hear the clock tick and think of you, caught up in circles confusion is nothing new.
Hector took advantage of the sudden but brief silence to concentrate on Charlie's features. He had seen her everyday for the last couple of years, but it still seemed like every time her face came into his view, he found something new to focus on. He had been told, by Max, nonetheless, that whenever he saw Charlie's face, it was like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time, or a groom seeing his bride walk down the aisle. A look of pure love, to say it in normal terms. All of this from the guy so completely whipped by his girlfriend that he had once woken up at three in the morning, driven to a Honey Farms in just his Scooby Doo underwear, bought a package of Snickers, and then driven all the way to his girlfriend's house, only to find out that she wanted Butterfingers. Of course, Max had had to go back and buy Butterfingers, but when he got to Xanadu and Napoleon's house a second time, Xanadu was already asleep, and snoring - but she wouldn't admit that she snored, the only way Hector even knew was because Max had made fun of her for it one time in public and she had hit him so hard upside the head that his chocolate milk had gone squirting out of his mouth and he had nearly choked to death. His family of friends was just the craziest thing known to mankind, especially when they were all in a big group. When in a group, they could be lethal to innocent bystanders, as demonstrated by the time Tara and Shanice had been trying to play hopscotch and Tara knocked over three or four elderly ladies out for their afternoon stroll.
Back to Charlie, Hector could always find something new to marvel about. Whether it was her skin, which was smooth and flawless and just begging for him to touch, or her clear blue eyes that he could swear he could drown in, or her soft, billowy, caramel-colored waves of hair that he could spend hours stroking. It didn't matter what it was, he was in love with all of her. He was aware that his mouth was hanging open as he looked at her with what were no doubt the goo-goo eyes that Max had made fun of him for only the week before, and he hastily shut it. "I do say so," he said, letting a pout cross his lips, before stopping it. He didn't want to seem foolish and childish in front of her, not when he tried to keep up his tough-guy act. Of course, he ultimately failed at that, and just ended up acting more himself around Charlie than he did with anyone else, perhaps with the exception of Max. Since Max was the only other boy in the group (Hector liked to joke around and say that Napoleon was really Xanadu's twin sister), and he was the only other seventeen year old, the two boys, although on the opposite ends of the popularity spectrum, tended to hang out a lot more when their respective girlfriends weren't claiming their time, or it wasn't Friday night pizza-taco-popcorn-nachos-movies night. Speaking of which, they hadn't had one of those in a long time, probably because of school starting up and all, but it was his night to host it at his mother's house the next time they did.
Hector grinned at Charlie, dropping down to the grass beside her, and propping himself up with one elbow. "Napoleon is a rather large butt, isn't he? He's got a huge ass for a guy, though, it's kinda weird. I only know this because Xan constantly complains about it." he verified, just so that Charlie wouldn't think he was staring at Napoleon's ass all the time. Because he totally wasn't. His grin only grew when he heard that Charlie's father wasn't home that night, and neither was her mother. "Oh, thank God." he said, clearly relieved. He didn't ever want to cross Charlie's dad again, especially not after last time. He was too nervous to even pick Charlie up at the door anymore for their dates, or for school (He liked to pick her up every morning, despite the fact that they both lived rather close to the school), because he was worried that her father would always be there, waiting for his chance to whip out his gun and shoot Hector. Maybe that was why Charlie had warned him, on their very first date, that if you crossed her dad, you might not make it out alive. "But I hope your dad doesn't like, pop out of the bushes and attack me on the way to your door. He wouldn't, would he? Saying that he was in New Hampshire and all, and then just wait for you to bring me home?" he asked, nervously. He might have been a tall, tough, quarterback guy, but he was still afraid of some things. He nodded, though, in response to her comment about having to walk to her house. He didn't mind. Hector was carefully searching the grass in front of him, until he found what he was looking for. He gently plucked a four leaf clover from admist the rest, and held it up triumphantly to Charlie. "Ha!"
Status: COMPLETE. Total Word Count: 888 Listening To: Bones! Lyrics Used: Quietdrive - Time After Time Notes: None.
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Post by Charlie Benette on Sept 18, 2008 15:09:11 GMT -5
How in the world could a girl say no? I knew it the moment he made my finger glow. It's good to know I'm who he chose. It was your heart he felt now it shows.
Charlie became so caught up in people watching the her mind had drifted off, leaving her staring off into space with a cultish lost look in her eyes. Her father always said to stay focused, to never steer off track in a day dream, but Charlie ignored him. She worked so much, zoning out was one of her only times of peace.
While her mind jumped around from place to place, her hand rested on her chest with her forefinger and middle finger entwined in the chain that held Hector's ring. It was much too big for her finger so in order to keep it always she put it on a chain and when people asked her about she just smiled and said, 'El amor de mi vida!', or 'love of my life' in Spanish. Charlie rather liked Spanish...
No way it's gonna get lost, I'll never take this off. When I'm older they'll call me by your name. I'll wear it on a chain.
As a fly landed on her chest, Charlie's mind came back all at once and she smacked her bosom as the fly retreated. She exhaled and looked to Hector. She flushed a light pink. It seemed he had been staring at her, probably watching as she freaked over a fly. She sighed inside...how silly she was. She turned her face away for a moment. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to see her blush, but Charlie was always a little self-conscious about people looking at her. She would constantly ask people around her if she had any thing on her face or something stuck in her teeth if a random person even looked her way.
She turned back to him and smiled, the sun behind her.
"Well, I'm glad you say so then."
She watched him as he seated himself down next to her and waited for him to get situated before she leaned back, resting her head on his chest. He smelled wonderful. A mixture of cologne and the fall wind was Charlie’s favorite smell and Hector never failed to wear it perfectly. She rolled over so she could face him.
”Are you telling me that I now only don't have to watch out for all the girls in the school, but the boys too?”
She sighed and shook her head.
“I don’t know if I can do that…”
Even though she was joking, Charlie knew the truth. Most girls at school would kill to be in the position she’s in; laying on Hector Miller in the middle of the park, planning out their Friday night. In fact, each and every girl on the cheerleading squad she hung out with before dating Hector, now hated her with a passion and always shot her the stink eye in Art class.
“After all, I’m not as smart as Napoleon…and if he does have a bigger ass, well….”
She pursed her lips and let her eyes water a little. She valued all the tricks she learned in drama very, very much.
“Well then I hope you to are very happy together.”
Charlie tried to maintain a serious face, but the thought of Napoleon wearing Hector’s football jacket was just too priceless and horribly hilarious to consider. However, in the back of Charlie’s mind, she knew how to deal with those girls. Pity the foul who got in the way of her and Hector.
Charlie giggled, hearing his relief. It was true; her father was quite horrible to Hector. No matter what Hector did, Charlie’s father gave him the cold shoulder and the all seeing eye. Even when they knew they were alone, there was always that one little chance he would be there…Or have a camera installed somewhere.
“Wow, I’ve never seen you so excited to do homework!”
She laughed and cuddled up closer to him. Even though Charlie and Hector appeared all lovely dovey and hot and heavy, they were completely innocent. Charlie told Hector she was waiting for a ring and he seemed fine with that. He did act very fresh for a long time after he gave her his class ring though. That was she told him not that kind of ring. Hector was very disappointed.
Charlie grimaced a little.
“I wouldn’t put it past him…”
She wouldn’t put it past her dad to set up some sort of test for her and Hector when he was ‘away’. She hoped and prayed he would never, but he was him. Maxwell often compared him to the secret agent dad in ‘Meet the Parents’, and ‘Meet the Fockers’. Charlie was sad to respond that that was her life in a nutshell: Secret agent dad. All her friends now perfectly why Charlie was single for so long. Charlie smiled at his lucky charm.
“Yes that will be perfect protection. Are you even Irish, me love?”
She kissed him quickly then snatched up the four leaf clover, which she then placed between her lips. She moved so briskly and fluidly that it should be an art. With two leaps she was on the first branch of their tree. She had grown several inches since the last time.
She pouted her lips, the clover still in between.
"Come and get it!"
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Post by hector miller on Sept 18, 2008 15:36:34 GMT -5
.HECTOR MILLER.but movies never made you famous, all your dreams got lost or traded.
Hector grinned to himself as Charlie smacked her chest, chuckling lightly. He never knew when she would go off and do something like that, but it was funny when she did. Most girlfriends would freak out if something like that happened, but it was nice to know to him that she didn't care that much about it; a refreshing change of pace from those girls who constantly worried about their appearance. What was he saying? He was part of a group of friends where half of the girls could care less what he thought about what they looked like - Xanadu put on whatever was in her closet, or whatever she found comfortable, Charlie dressed her best, but she wasn't being over-the-top like those other girls on the cheerleading team were, and Tara wore hand-me-downs from her father, of all people. Only Shanice seemed to put any pride into what she was wearing, making it seem like each and every day she was modeling down the catwalk (He knew that if any of the girls in the group, particularly Charlie and Xanadu, could hear what he was saying now, they would hit him). That was fine, but he didn't like it when girls acted far too high maintenance. It only made him feel like if he were in a relationship with them, then their whole relationship would be high maintenance, and he would feel like he was constantly being scrutinized, because the girls who dressed like that knew that people were watching them, and they welcomed the people watching them. He reached over to Charlie, and took her hand, then put his own on her face, making her look at him. "You're adorable, you know that?" he murmured, before kissing her, a bit longer than their initial first kiss. It wasn't often that the two of them got alone time like this, in the park, without any pressing issues to attend to (Besides that damned Chemistry homework!).
After a moment, though, he sadly had to break the kiss, and leaned back to his original position. Hector rolled his eyes at her, before childishly sticking his tongue out at her, dropping the fake argument they were having over the state of his arms. He knew they were looking good, dammit, and she wasn't going to take his pride in them away! He ran his hand through the grass, feeling the prickly tips of them against his skin - he really didn't think that there was a better season than the fall. It was his definite favorite, just the smell and the feeling of it all made him grin. The crisp, cool air never failed to make him want to keep running, and one deep breath of it made him feel amazing, like he could do no wrong. The changing color of the leaves was just amazing, to put it simply. All of the colors blending into one was a good focus for Xanadu, in her artistic endeavors, he knew, because she made him sit there and focus with her as she was painting - she was slowly but surely teaching him what she knew about the subject. Eventually, he wanted to be able to show off to Charlie that he could do something other than football. Halloween was one of his favorite holidays, and not just because of the candy. It just all seemed so mystical and mysterious and magical, most of all. All Hallow's Eve just had that ring to it that you couldn't help but love. And then there was Thanksgiving, where you could give thanks and eat as much as you wanted - it was also the perfect time for football.
As Charlie lay against his chest, Hector gave her that lazy smile that he reserved just for her - it was his special, close-lipped, crooked smile accompanied with his loving eyes, and he knew it never failed to make Charlie smile. Hell, it never failed to make him smile. He had to deadpan his next comment: "Yes. Yes, you do. What I'm trying to tell you, Charlie, is that I'm secretly gay and I want to date Napoleon." He couldn't keep it up for long, and ended up grinning only a second later, and running a hand through his sandy-brown hair. Like that would ever happen. He would probably kill himself or go insane if it did happen. He couldn't fathom the idea of wanting to date Napoleon, who was a little self-centered jerk, and he only felt doubly bad for Tara that she was. He nodded at Charlie, widening his eyes a little, and pretending to look innocent. "Well, homework is exciting, you know! I mean, all of those numbers and formulas and writing! It's like a dream come true!" He laughed, afterwards, thinking that that was something that Napoleon would say, and actually be serious. How on Earth he was related to Xanadu, his polar opposite, was really beyond Hector. Weren't twins supposed to look alike and be alike and everything? Just then, his four leaf clover was stolen out of his hands, and Charlie was up in the tree. He blinked, now sure about how that had just happened, but then was up in a flash as well. He managed to jump up and grab hold of the branch, then swing himself up. "Give me the plant and no one gets hurt," he joked.
Status: COMPLETE. Total Word Count: 898 Listening To: New Found Glory - Dressed To Kill Lyrics Used: Dashboard Confessional - Where There's Gold... Notes: Aha, he's all oblivious to the fact that she's embarrassed.
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Post by Charlie Benette on Sept 19, 2008 21:37:49 GMT -5
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey. Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey. I'd heard about you before. I wanted to know some more. And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine. Oh, you make me dizzy!
Charlie hand no idea that smacking away a fly and fiddling with a necklace could be rewarded as adorable and given a kiss, but she didn’t object. It was those short precious moments, those light autumn kisses that will stay in her memory forever. They were hard to forget; so subtle, so innocent, so perfectly soft and kind. Charlie looked at them as gifts. And with each and every gift she got, she had to give it back. Organized religion was something Charlie was never quite sure about, but she strongly believed in treating people fairly and that good and bad things come back to you. That was why she was always so busy. For every kiss she counted, she tried to do something nice for someone else. How else could she pay back her gift? But it was hard, so many gifts given with only so much she could do to give back. Sometimes she wondered if she could repay the world for giving her Hector. It was an awfully big gift, how did they ever know he would fit so perfectly into her life?
She smiled when her most recent gift finished.
“For rewards like that, I try.”
She laid her head down on his chest.
“Not everyone can be as adorable as you so easy you know.”
Her soft finger tips outlined the shape of his chest muscles. He was so well toned and taken care of. Charlie did this often, lying on his chest, drawing edges around his hard bod with her nails, and at the end, she always ended on his heart. With her small palm lying on his chest, she could feel his heart beat, his life rhythm, his love call. It was beautiful; so consistent, so deep, and such a perfect match to her own. Much earlier in their relationship, Charlie realized that her and Hector’s heartbeats seemed to merge together. They became one and in different tempos, they made a perfect harmony. Every time since, when they’ve laid like this, Charlie looses her breath for a moment, thinking about how fate has been so kind to her to give her, her perfect match.
With eyes closed, she mumbled into his shirt.
“Really? Good because me and Tara are secretly lesbians.”
She could feel his eyes looking down at her and she popped one of her own open to smile at him.
“Love you honey.”
Honey honey, touch me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey. Honey honey, hold me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey. You look like a movie star, but I know just who you are. And, honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast!
When he flashed her a silly grin she grinned back then pushed herself up so she was sitting on her heels. She sighed and looked around. It would be dark soon...They should be going...She shrugged to herself. Relax, you work too much. Enjoy it. It was sad that she constantly had to remind her self to calm down and enjoy life. But, if she didn’t, life might just pass her by. Charlie had become so caught up in getting good grades and doing clubs around the school that she forgot to make room for her time and her and Hector time. But...her time could be sacrificed for her and Hector time. She didn’t mind that.
She grinned again then stretched. With another sigh, she crawled over next to Hector and laid by his side, picking at the grass. She rubbed his chest with a large, white grin.
“Isn’t it honey?! And just think, we'll be getting to it real soon!”
Charlie giggled as she looked over the clover. When she was steady in the tree and saw Hector leap onto the first branch, she grinned and waved the clover around.
“And if I don’t?”
She climbed up another branch, plopped her butt down and became to swing her legs and she twirled the clover in between her forefinger and index finger.
“Maybe I wanna get hurt? Hmmm?”
Oh the crazy things teenagers do in young love...
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Post by hector miller on Sept 20, 2008 10:32:03 GMT -5
.HECTOR MILLER.there were rapid statements about life commitment, and a sense of heat that i couldn't bear to touch.
Sometimes, Hector wasn't quite certain how he and Charlie had ended up. There he was, the jock boy that everyone knew, but not everyone liked. He wasn't about to say that he was perfect, and that everyone was wrong, but he couldn't help but think that their thoughts on him weren't entirely truthful. While a lot of them viewed him as the hot guy who went around and tried to date every girl who walked by, and get into their pants, as well as being dumb and lazy, that simply wasn't true. He might not have been the sharpest tool in the box, but he certainly wasn't dumb and he certainly wasn't lazy. He worked harder than most people he knew in his classes to maintain his B- average. As for dating everyone to get into their pants, that wasn't true either. He might have dated a lot of girls, but that was to keep up appearances (Their assumptions about him being shallow had been true, but only up until he had met Charlie), and he had never gone past kissing any of them. It might be surprising to those who were constantly pointing fingers at him that he was a virgin, and he was going to happily remain one until he got married - hopefully, to Charlie. They were only sixteen, and a little young to be thinking about stuff like that, but they did it anyway. It might happen, it might not happen; it was all up to that fine game of chance and destiny. Like Charlie, he didn't believe strongly in organized religion, but he figured that there was something else out there.
Charlie was so much more different than he was. She was smart and outgoing and brave and motivated and amazing and she had a direction in life. She was pretty and all of the boys on the football team wanted to date her (He had to pretend that he hated that, but in truth, he liked it). In short, she was way too good for him - not that he would tell her that, because the one time he had told her that, he had gotten quite the unexpected surprise when she had burst into tears and refused to talk to him for a week. Girls were weird like that. "Tell me again, about us," he murmured, reaching out to push a lock of Charlie's hair from her eyes. It was something that they did often, imagine their life together after high school and college and everything. Just that simple sentence could mean a million different things to the both of them. For him, it was how many kids they were going to have, where they were going to live, what their lives were going to be like. He figured that it wasn't going to be at all like what he was imagining, being the hero on the cereal box, but in a strange way, it would be exactly the same as he pictured. A loving wife, a couple of kids, and a good life overall. Maybe not being an Olympic hero or anything, but still. "I know, I am rather adorable, aren't I? All of the cheerleaders agree with you." His tone was light, joking, and there was no way he could be mistaken for anything else. He didn't want her to think that he was thinking about other girls, because in his head, it was all Charlie, all the time.
"But you and Tara?" he continued. "I thought it would be you and Xanadu, the way you two hang all over each other. I must confess, I get jealous. When we go out, people think you two are dating, Tara and Napoleon are dating, Eric and Shanice are dating, and Max and I are left all alone - or worse, they think we're dating." He shuddered at the thought. It was almost as bad as having to date Napoleon. Max was a good friend and all, but Hector didn't view him as dating material either. He was too goofy, and, in his opinion, too close to his ex. He knew that grated Xanadu's nerves more than anything else, so he refrained from mentioning Mackenzie's name around her, or she was liable to throw a vase at his head (Twice), or break something that she was holding in her hand at the time. Max never seemed to notice, and she wasn't going to limit who he could be friends with - she just wasn't that type of girl. It was reciprocal, though, with Max not liking all of her friends, but never coming out and saying it. It wasn't in his personality to do things like that. "Love you too," he said, sort of absentmindedly. When he was thinking about things, he just automatically spoke like that, but Charlie knew that already. At the homework comment, he just smiled and shook his head. In the tree, though, he was grinning like a madman. "I might have to hurt you - you don't want the Tickle Monster to come out, do you?" he called to her, his eyes twinkling. He moved forward carefully, not wanting to break the branch he was on.
Status: COMPLETE. Total Word Count: 866 Listening To: New Found Glory - Head On Collision Lyrics Used: New Found Glory - It's Not Your Fault Notes: They're adorable together.
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Post by Charlie Benette on Sept 20, 2008 11:23:01 GMT -5
I'm staring at my feet. My cheeks are turning red. And I'm searching for the words inside my head. ‘Cuz I'm feeling nervous, tryin' to be so perfect. 'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it. Yeah...
Tell me about us.
[/center] Next to ‘I love you’, it was Charlie’s favorite words that Hector ever said. It brought so many beautiful thoughts to her mind. A wedding...kids....a house....an amazing life together, just her and Hector. She knew he was the one, she had never felt like this before. She had had a few little love affairs, but they never lasted long and never felt the way this did. This perfect mix that from the outside looks so wrong, but feels so right. Which part should I tell him? She thought. The part about us traveling around every four years to distant countries so he could perform to bring home gold? The part where they moved into their dream house with Charlie 5 months pregnant? Or the part about a beautiful white wedding with all of their family there, every one grinning and rejoicing because things couldn’t be more perfect? “Us?” Her voice was breathless and soft. She sat up and laid his head on her lap. “Us is a beautiful home together.” She kissed his forehead. “A handful of kids, running around, laughing and a fridge covered in drawings.” She kissed his cheek. “A trip every four years to a different place so you can accomplish your dream.” She kissed his other cheek and looked him straight in the eyes. “And a ring, on your finger, and mine, that tells the world, I’m yours.” This time she kissed him lips. A passionate kiss, a sealing kiss. With this kiss she made a life time promise to fulfill all that she had said. She was a determined girl who would accomplish her dreams. And some day, these dreams will be fulfilled. If I could say what I want to say, I'd say I want to blow you—away. Be with you every night. Am I squeezing you too tight? If I could say what I want to see, I want to see you go down--on one knee. Marry me today! Guess I'm wishing my life away, with these things I'll never say. Charlie opened her eyes and pulled away slowly. She gave him a narrowed look. “Oh, the other cheerleader, eh?” She kissed his lips lightly and stuck out her tongue. “I take that last kiss back then!” She giggled and scooted away from him, laying on her stomach across the grass. She picked up a small flower and began to pull leaves off. “He gets some, he gets none. He gets some, he gets none. He gets some...” She pulled off the last petal and blow it to him. “He gets none!” She grinned and threw the remaining piece of the flower into the air and leaned back onto the grass with a sigh. Haha. Her and Xanadu, it was true, they were often mistaken for lesbians. Lots of people said they’d make a cute couple. Charlie just smiled. She could see that, but as long as Hector had her heart, she’d be true. She laughed and pounced on him, kissing him lips once again, she couldn’t get enough. “You and Max that would be funny. Maybe for Halloween you guys could be a bride and groom. You’d look wonderful in white honey.” She sat up again and played with her necklace for a moment. Then she looked to him. “What are we gonna do for Halloween this year? Are we gonna do a couple’s thing, or just solo?” Charlie really had no idea what she wanted to be this Halloween. Usually she had really different and funky costumes, but this year she wasn’t sure. It would be cute to be a half of a couple costume, but only if Hector was willing. Every year Charlie sees at least 2 miserable guys being half of a miserable couple costume. They looked so upset. Charlie didn’t wanna be that kind of girlfriend that controlled her boyfriend’s every move; all she wanted was for him to be happy. She grinned down at him from her branch. Her other favorite words, ‘Love you too.’ Then she cringed. “No, you wouldn’t! No!” She giggled and hoped up on another branch to avoid his tickle monster ways. Charlie wasn’t usually so ticklish, but Hector had magical fingers and could do anything to her he wanted. She was utterly unable to refuse. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by hector miller on Sept 20, 2008 11:40:50 GMT -5
.HECTOR MILLER.we were both young when i first saw you; i close my eyes and the flashback starts.
Hector pulled Charlie closer to him, so now he was leaning back with his back against the oak tree and Charlie's head was resting against his chest. He was silent for a moment, and still, save for the movements of his breathing. He was gently combing his fingers through Charlie's hair, and thinking about their future together. There was no doubt in his mind that what she was saying was going to come true - except for maybe the constantly being on tour thing - but everything else was spot on. When she stopped talking, and kissed him, he let his eyes close and he kissed her back, just as full of promises. When it broke, sadly enough, he grinned at her again. "Go on. I like hearing you talk." Figuring that she might need a bit of prompting, he gave her some stuff to work with. "Where are we going to live? How many kids are we going to have? Their names? Any pets?" It was fun for him to think of stuff like this, because it let him create a little perfect life for the both of them. It might not work out exactly the way they would like, but they could always hang onto their dreams, couldn't they? And while they weren't engaged or anything like that, he knew that his class ring was just as much a diamond ring as it was a gold band with the school's colored stone in it. When he was older and he could afford a better ring, he was going all out and buying her the most perfect one he could find.
Hector laughed as she began to tear apart the flower, shaking his head ever so slightly. Charlie could be so silly sometimes, but he loved it when she was. She was different from the hard-working girl the rest of the school knew when she was around him and her friends. A more free Charlie. "Poor flower," he mentioned, casually, watching her. As for Halloween, he had an idea in mind, but he wasn't sure how she was going to react to it. He gave her another grin. "Well, I did see these costumes online that I thought you might like..." he started, picturing them in his mind. "They're kinda funny, but only we might get it, you know? And your dad might kill me. You ever see those costumes were it's like, a girl with an oven on, and it says 'Bun in the Oven?' And there's a guy one that says 'Bun Maker.' I thought it might be funny..." he trailed off, aware of how stupid he sounded. Then, up in the tree, he eyed her warily as she went up higher into the branches."Hey, don't get hurt or anything up there!" Hector said, concern lacing his words. He would hate it if anything happened to Charlie while he was around. Sue him for being overprotective, but as tough as Charlie looked and was, inside and out, she could be very breakable at times. He moved forward, about to scramble up onto the next branch higher, when his foot slipped, and he hit the branch above him. He clung to it with just his arms, but his grip slipped, and he fell into the bushes below. He groaned, not moving, and blinked up at Charlie. Luckily, the branch had only been six feet above him and he wasn't hurt at all. From someone else's point of view, he was sure that was very comical looking.
Status: COMPLETE. Total Word Count: 589 Listening To: All Time Low - Six Feet Under The Stars Lyrics Used: Taylor Swift - Love Story Notes: xD He's fine, by the way. Just his pride is hurt.
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Post by Charlie Benette on Sept 20, 2008 13:39:12 GMT -5
How do I get through one night without you? If I had to live without you, what kind of life would that be? Oh I, I need you in my arms, need you to hold. You're my world, my heart, my soul. If you ever leave, Baby you would take away everything good in my life.
The kiss seemed to last forever, and it clouded everything else. No longer were they in the park, surrounded by people, but alone in the clouds, surrounded by only the aura of their love. Charlie smiled at him.
“Hmm...well we can live wherever we want. Not sure we’ll stay here though, I think fate has better plans for us outside this city.”
Charlie lightly dragged her middle finger over Hector’s face. They always did this to each other when they sat alone like this. It was quite relaxing and Charlie’s soft finger tips made it all the more enjoyable.
“And I’m thinking, at least 2 kids, 4 at most. An even number of boys and girls. And for names....well I like Hector Michael Jr. maybe Charles for another boy. Hannah for a girl and whatever else you want.”
She kissed his closed eyes lightly, and brushed back his sandy hair with her fingers.
“And how about a golden retriever named...Buster?”
She giggled and kissed him again. Ever now and then, when it would be a rainy day and Charlie had absolutely nothing to do (it’s raining, all her friends are working, Hector’s with his dad, her parents are gone, her homework’s done, the house is clean, she’s not hungry), Charlie would sit down at her computer and bring up her old Sims2 games. On there, she’d create her and Hector’s life the way she pictured it. She had actually gotten to the point where all the things she said had come true, and then she showed Hector. She remembered his face. He flashed a sort of gentle smile, caught between a grin and a frown. As if he could dance out of happiness or cry out of happiness. In the end though, they kissed.
Charlie looked down at the discarded flower petals.
“Indeed, poor flower. I’ll have to plant some more tomorrow for that.”
She smiled then looked down at Hector.
“I know, I’ll plant some blue one’s right by this tree. What do you think? Blue is nice isn’t it?”
Charlie looked around as she listened to Hector gabber on about his costume idea. In the end she looked at his with a intuitive look and laughed.
“That’s a charming idea, hun. I’m just not sure how my father and the school would approach that. Maybe in a year or so.”
Charlie twirled Hector’s longer locks of hair in between her fingers. It wasn’t that she was planning on getting pregnant in a year or so, but maybe soon after college, when her and Hector were well off. She should have said in a few years, but it didn’t really matter.
Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky. There would be no love in my life. There'd be no world left for me. And I, oh Baby, I don't know what I would do, I'd be lost if I lost you. If you ever leave, Baby you would take away everything real in my life.
[/i] Up in the tree Charlie shook her head down at Hector. She was perfectly stable and graceful, most of the time. She had taken gymnastics when she was younger and was swift and posed in things such as sports and activities, difficult things. But when it came to things like walking and jumping, Charlie couldn’t be clumsier. “I’m fine! Just make sure you don’t-“ Before Charlie could finish her sentence, Hector had slipped off a branch, grabbed onto another, but lost his grip again and fell into the bushes below. “Hector!” Charlie, very frantically, hopped down branch by branch, to the bottom of the tree. Then she parted her way through the bushes to find her fallen love. When she found him, he looked very uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed. Charlie put a hand to her heart. “Thank God.” Charlie knew Hector was perfectly able to take care of himself, but she still worried about his well being constantly. At every football game, Charlie would gasp and squeal during every bad tackle Hector took and was always taking care of him during breaks on the bench. She reached a hand out to him and began to help pull his up. “Are you alright, you clumsy thing? You’re not hurt are you?” The last two words came out as a sort of grunt as Charlie pulled Hector up. She examined him all over for cuts and bruises. “What’d you fall on? Does anything hurt? Do you need a band aid? A hug?” Some of Charlie’s friends often called her mom for worrying to much, but she couldn’t help it, she was the nurturing type. After looking over his arms and torso, Charlie took Hector’s face in her hands. He had a small slice on one of his cheek, nothing serious but it was bleeding a little. She frowned. “Oh, babe.” She kissed his cut then looked down at her hands. Inside one was the 4 leaf clover. She gave a half smile and placed it in his hand. “We may need to find another charm." [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by hector miller on Sept 20, 2008 14:28:59 GMT -5
.HECTOR MILLER.paper bags and plastic hearts, all belonging in the shopping cart.
"You want to hear my version?" Hector asked her, catching her hand in his and kissing her fingertip lightly. He grinned at her, before dropping her hand and continuing on. A few joggers - he recognized them from school - went by, and spared a few glances for the couple. No doubt he would be hearing something about this back at school on Monday, but he was far too relaxed to worry about it now. "What happens is, we go off to college, where I romantically propose to you - how is a secret, but be warned, I have it all planned out in my head - and then we get married. There'll be a huge wedding, perfectly catered to your every need. We get married, then we move somewhere - I'm not sure yet, that's still being ironed out in my head - where Xanadu and Max, Napoleon and Tara, Shanice and Eric and Chloe and Serenity will all be conveniently living, as well, as well as being married too. We will then proceed to be very rich, through either my endeavors or yours," He liked using words like that, in front of Charlie, to prove that he wasn't stupid, even though she knew that very well. "And we will have four kids. First, there will be a boy. His name is going to be Hector Michael Miller. Then, there will be twin girls, named Hannah Emma and Lauren Leigh Miller. Finally, there will be the last boy, Charles Peter Miller. Of course, no family is complete without the Golden Retriever, Buster." he finished, still grinning at her.
He thought it was a pretty good outline of a pretty good life, if he did say so himself. As she looked down at the flowers, then at the tree, Hector couldn't help but laugh. "How about we save the flower planting for next weekend, and just enjoy this weekend?" he suggested lightly, patting the grass besides him. "Come back over here, I'm feeling cold." He was lying, but he would say anything to get Charlie back over and pressed up against him again. "Hey - since your parents are gone, and you have the house alone, do you want me to sleep over? My dad's not around this weekend, and my mom's God-knows-where," He always asked her this question, knowing full well that there was nothing going to be happening at night. He just thought that, with a big empty house, she might feel a little safer with her boyfriend there. He would sleep on the couch, instead of in a bed, if that made her happy. He let the Halloween subject drop, with just a slight smile playing around his lips. No doubt Charlie's father would kill him with the rifle he had hidden under his bed (Or so Hector had heard, and no from Charlie, but from Xanadu). Now, laying in the bush and being pulled up by Charlie, his cheeks were flaming red. At Charlie's prompting, he put a hand to his cheek, and was surprised when it came away with red on it. "Fahhhk. I hope I don't need stitches or anything now." he muttered, under his breath. He so did not want to deal with the hospital right then. He looked down at the four leaf clover, then up at Charlie, and nodded sadly.
Status: COMPLETE. Total Word Count: 559 Listening To: Nothing Lyrics Used: Boys Like Girls - The Great Escape Notes: None.
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