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Posted 12/19/09
i get to read twwwoooo chappies in one day... i am luckyy!!

awesomely well written chappy again.. i am glad i dropped by to check before i went to bed

i am very much into this story... i want to get inside your brain and read it all!!

Instead i am here waiting... you wont disappoint a girl in thousand miles away living in a crappy country and whose life is colored with your stories merely?

woow, thats what i call "cutting a poor figure"

love you too Yuki...

if you do write a book either you have to send me or tell ur name first so i can actually go buy it...
take care awesome author boy and have a great weekend

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Posted 12/19/09
LOL aw Elli. xD

Thanks! Yes yes I shall tell you. IF I ever manage to focus long enough to write one. Hahahaha. :D

Anyway, her's the next one. Uh-oh. I'm almost up to the las chapter I've written. Which means I have to WRITE MORE!! xD Nah It's okay. I'll do some this week. :)

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The Past

It was the second of December. The sky was a stretch of blue and the sun was ball of angry fire in the cloudless dome, spitting cancer and sweating fervour into the earth, venomous and elegantly beautiful. The seaside was sparkling in a shade of light, cast thinly by the sun, reflecting into the blue above. Cars drove sluggishly by in the midday heat and people roamed the township next to the beach while children splashed wildly in the cold sea, a lazy and apathetic atmosphere touching from horizon to hill.
The band was having a holiday, celebrating our upcoming one year anniversary, along with the numerous holidays the summer was bringing into the long stretch of hot weeks up ahead. Lisa and Phoebe were in the township, wearing their bathers and sarongs, to grab our lunch of fish and chips, while Greg was off buying us some beers from the other side of the beach by car. Hanson and I were sitting on the sand, idly watching the children and the sea, feeling sleepy in the heat and the pleasant atmosphere. I was wearing broad shorts and my Red Paintings shirt, a long sleeved shirt underneath to protect my pale arms, and Hanson was wearing his bathers, a sandy towel wrapped around his shoulders. We were both too apathetic to even speak, until I turned to look at him, bored with the children and the sea. His hair fell in soft strands around his pale face, his cheeks flushed prettily with pink and his lips full and red. His eyes were half closed, his straight, strong nose in the air, breathing in the sweet scent of sea and sunscreen, and his towel was askew, showing the creamy skin of his slim torso. I felt my cheeks grow hotter as I realized that he was watching me stare at him and he gave me a lazy grin.
“Do I have sand on my face?” he drawled, opening his eyes and slowly stirring into life.
I shook my head.
What was wrong with me? Was I coming down with something? Why did I feel hot and cold and tired and wound up all at once? Why was I sweating more profusely than before? Why was the ache in my chest growing?
I’d never felt like this before. Never around Hanson anyway. So why now? What changed?
I changed, I realized, glancing away from Hanson. I drew my knees up to my chin. I changed. The singing made me see things more clearly. Made me communicate better with people, boosted my confidence and self esteem. It gave me more insight, more knowledge, and most of all, more sense of who I was.
It gave me the necessities to love somebody.
“Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded, feeling the heat grow stronger in my face. I felt Hanson’s hand brush down my arm and I shivered.
“Do you want to go swimming? You look like you’re burning up.”
I glanced at him and nodded again, grateful for the distraction.
He laughed and mussed up my hair before leaping up in a frenzy of energy. I watched, smiling, as he ran whooping into the sea, splashing water everywhere and scaring children out onto the sand. He threw himself into the air and splashed down into the sea, yelling for me and splashing childishly. I grinned and followed, running across the hot sand and yelling like a crazy man, ignoring the disapproval of the families and tourists around me as I splashed into the sea, gasping at the sudden iciness and saltiness against my burning skin. My shirt sagged in the water and my hair plastered against my face as I splashed around, following Hanson deeper into the sea. We soon reached the shark net and we clung onto it, staying afloat easily, and the beach too far to be distracting but near enough to be reassuring.
I absorbed the delicious iciness of the water, lapping around my neck, in contrast to the burning heat of the sun against my head. Hanson grinned at me, shaking his white blonde hair, sending a spray of cold seawater into my face.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” he gasped, running a hand through the water surface.
“It’s nice,” I agreed softly.
He glanced up at me slyly, his grin crooked and he lips a deep red, his blue eyes with its signatory sparkling. I smiled back, suddenly feeling an urge to touch those lips. He swam closer and grabbed hold of the shark net again, the small waves lapping against both of us, the sea silent aside from the distant noises of the beach and the occasional call of the seagulls above us.
“Your hair looks nice wet,” he said.
I reached up and pushed my hair away from my eyes self consciously, smiling at him hesitantly. Did I dare?
Hanson leaned in closer, his eyes shining, and I could see the droplets of water sliding down his skin.
I felt his finger on my chin, tracing my jaw line.
His lips parted slightly and his brows furrowed.
Eyes misted.
I reached up and touched his lips, soft and cold.
We both leaned in.
And somehow, in some way or another, we were kissing.
Teeth clashing against each other, tongues sliding into mouths, soft lips rubbing up against each other, hands stroking cheeks, fingers stroking backs, the taste and the sensations, the darkness of closed eyes, the sweetness and the colours, the blur of time and the forgetfulness, the distance and the intimacy, the urgency and the lust, the magic and the beauty.
The emotions set in stone.
I was in love.




To be continued...


ewww kissy kissy!
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Posted 12/19/09
wow, i read a lot.
keep it going.. keep it going..
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Posted 12/20/09
DONT YOU SAAAY EWWWW!!

FINALLYY!!!

This is the first time i am reading a kiss on Blue Rose Story Circle.

And this is one of the best kisses i ever read. And believe me its something cus i simply have a "list of best written kisses ever" in my head and you easily climbled up into my top five with this...

The shyness, uncertanity... the electricity between them and the lazy and steady emotions in the hot and wet summer day... I am loooving this Read twice already...

Btw... i want to congratulate you for being soo brave. Not many people could easily write about a bi couple but you do it and you also do it GOOD.

And if you had at least one kiss like this.... then man, i am envious

Keep it coming... PWEAASE




PS: Your environmental descriptions are making me crazy... You are just a God with that.
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Posted 12/20/09
Lol Ellie! xDD Really? I would have thought there were tons of kisses in stories and such here... :O

Ah well. Thanks for reading Lockkeyz. I always appreciate all my constant readers.

And yes Ellie I have been kissed like that., xDDD

How else would I be able to write it? :P

AAAAnyway, I can't post the next chapter now, but I will next time I'm on CR. Which will be tomorrow or the next day!!! Muahahaha keep you in tension.


xox

BTW. IT'S NEARLY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted 12/22/09
baaaah i am jealous...

we'll wait for the next chappy in MAJOR tension dont worry

and YES almost christmas! Too bad we dont celebrate it here... it sucks actually..

But Merry Christmas you all!
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The Reminiscing

We were in my room. Danny was in the kitchen, trying to satisfy his munchies.
I heaved my suitcase onto my bed and opened my closet, trying to sort through the mess. Phoebe was sitting in the computer chair, watching me struggle with my packing.
“Nice place,” she said, attempting to sound polite.
“Just admit it,” I grunted, trying to pull down an old box of band equipment from the mess of clothes, “it’s a shithole.”
I managed to pull out the box and I overturned it, revealing a tangle of cords, mikes, guitar picks, sticks, and broken strings.
“It’s a shithole,” she admitted, wryly.
“Thank you,” I replied.
I picked up an old pick and saw the familiar black pattern of crosses and roses on the thin metal triangle. My stomach twisted.
“That’s Hanson’s,” Phoebe breathed.
I nodded and swallowed painfully. “I gave it to him…just before our final gig.”
Phoebe knelt down next to me and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders.
I offered my closed fist to Phoebe. She closed her own hand over mine and she shook her head.
We glanced at each other and we both saw the same sadness, the same grief, and the same loss that haunted both our lives.
A tentative knock sounded on the door.
Danny appeared at the door and he grinned at the sight of us together.
“Sorry, did I interrupt something?”
I shot him a glare and I lowered my fist from Phoebe’s grasp, smiling apologetically at her. We both stood.
“You finished packing yet?” Danny asked, leaning against the doorway.
I shook my head and motioned the empty suitcase and the mess of clothes strewn around it.
He grinned toothily. “Want help?”
“Sure,” I said, gratefully.
Phoebe made to walk out, pulling out her phone, and then stopped.
“You need my help, Jay?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine, thanks,” I said.
She nodded silently and walked past Danny. I heard the front door open and close and all was silent.
“Right,” Danny exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, “How long will you be away for and what will you be doing?”
“A couple of weeks. I’ll just be rehearsing with the band.”
Danny nodded. “You still going ahead with it?”
“Yeah,” I said, kneeling back down and closing the box, “Phoebe reckons she’d help me overcome my phobia.”
“Do you think you can?”
I stared at the box.
“Jay?”
Glancing up, I felt a smile tugging on my lips and the sharpness of the metal pick in digging into my fist.
“Yeah, I think I can.”




To be continued...
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Posted 12/28/09
NA NA NA!!

SHort chappy Yuki-kun! But awesome as always...

I feel like u are getting reluctant with this story... I hope i am wrong and u will continue but even if you dont, it was a great story again as far as i was granted to read.

thank you for this
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