нээ хд
я фанат молодых американцев **
джейк и хамильтон *О*

ищиии хдд

вообще, это Майлс х)
но он крут, чее **

афродита;, хд

извини, сынок, с этим я тебя опередил примерно на полгода xDD

эээм хдд
вегасович? хд
годрикович? хд
богохульствовыч? хд
недопёскович? хд
воронович? xDDDD
скарсгардыч? хдд
выбирай любое хддд

пиздец приплелся незаметно, че xDD

будущему брату Оо

+

забытая., таскай ради бога хд ** <3

маргоритки, спасибо) да, Гэри получился на редкость хорошо **

х_______Х""
мда. отсутствие какого-либо желания что-либо делать убивает мои навыки.

Отредактировано 23 raven (2011-06-11 14:13:08)

а есть еще варианты? хдд

2010 год.

Sawyer and Kate stood in the centre of the circle formed around them and Kate admitted to the camp that it was she that was being transported back to the States in handcuffs.
Off to the side stood a petite blond girl wearing a filthy pink mini skirt and an old ratty sweatshirt. Eyes red from crying and black from what make-up she managed to still have after the plane crash over a month ago.
The noise and commotion had pulled her from her hiding place inside hers and Boone's tent.
Several people glance nervously at her before flicking their attention back to the scene before them. Shannon who could really care less turned away and returned to her tent.
Inside she lay down on her now larger and softer bed, she had taken Boone's bedding and made hers sleeping place even better. Boone didn't mind, he wasn't tired as much anymore.
She hadn't slept in days though. How long had it been? Shannon counted on her fingers, and realized just how chipped her nail polish was.
Today she would paint them red. Red like her personality as Boone would say when they were teenagers.
She scratched at the remainder of the pink nail polish before applying a thick coat onto her thumb.
"No one really cares what your nails look like here, Shan." She looked up and shot the brunette boy sitting cross legged across from her a look of longing and disgust all at once.
"Don't you care, Boone?" She asked finishing her first hand.
Boone reached out and blew on the fingers to help speed up the drying. Shannon found herself blowing at the same time.
She looked back down and painted her right hand. After years of practise her left hand was sturdy as ever and her right hand looked just as good as the left.
"Blow." She commanded holding her hand out to him.
"They all think you're…" Shannon trailed off before looking deep into Boone's eyes. She could get lost in those azure ocean orbs. He stared back un-blinking.
"They're wrong, Shan, I'm right here, I'll always be here." Boone replied still not blinking.
"What's going on out there?" He asked as Shannon put her nail polish back in her Louis Vuitton purse.
"Nothing important, just fighting about the raft, as usual." Shannon answered, leaning into Boone's shoulder.
"What do you think your mom will do when we get back to LA?" Shannon asked looking back into Boone's eyes.
"Nothing, we don't need to see her ever again. We can just go somewhere away from everyone, just the two of us." Boone said stroking Shannon's hair.
"I like that idea." Shannon mumbled.
"It came from you." Boone whispered as Shannon fell asleep.
While Shannon slept Boone disappeared. Not very hard considering he never really was there to begin with, but Shannon liked to pretend a lot of things, and Boone just happened to be one of them.
"Sleep tight, Shannon." Boone whispered kissing the crown of her head.
Or was it Boone that was pretending?
© What's real to me by balooie

Отредактировано 23 raven (2011-06-11 21:35:23)