A picture is worth a thousand words...
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She opened the email and smiled. The first pictures was cute, he looked relaxed. As she scrolled down, her smile remained. "Wow," she commented to herself, "you need a haircut, boy." She scrolled down further and her jaw dropped. The "white boy" was a hot white boy! His face was cute but add that to the rest of him and wow! She was a little surprised. She hadn't been expecting that. Her day was pretty much made now. She shook her head and grinned. Hot damn he was sexy. All through her next class she couldn't keep the grin off her face. Those pictures were on her mind unceasingly. Perhaps he had been correct in some comments. She couldn't wait for the class to end so she could leave. She fully planned on going straight home and openin the pictures again, though blown up so she could see more detail.
yours-
Cougar

Short
Now Playing: News

{A/N: I continue the author's note from the previous entry about typos to this one.}

She was in pain. She didn't deal well with pain. Not only was she in pain, she was cold. The cold made her tense, increasing the severity of the pain. It was bearable, just a stabbing ache. She needed to find him, see if he could do as she asked and perhaps be able to fix her. The pain exhausted what little energy she had. The lack of movement irritated her, she wanted to be free to moe. A breath calmed her slightly, she looked for something to distract her. A conersation came up, distracting her for only a moment. If it continued much longer she would start to freak out a bit. She tried to ignore it but was having no such luck. The dull ache penetrated deep into the joint, tricking her mind into thinking nothing could be done. She sighed and pulled out her homework.

A day in the life...

{A/N: please excuse any typos in the two most recent and try to read over them, I am currently typing off a written sheet and I'm a bit chilly so I'm typing quickly. Therefore, I'm not watching for typos.}

She wasn't really sure whether she wanted to grin or be calm. Her car was going in to the shop in a few days, and she could be a badass when it was fixed. She had also been having fun at lunch when she acquired the email address of a cute boy. Not only was he cute but he was a good conversation. He seemed to be very mature for his age, and seemed genuinely interested in her and her life while she had an interest in him and his life. While she currently had no attachment to him, she really enjoyed the subjects they discussed and hoped to meet him in the near future. it was unfortunate that a streak of tiredness always hit her in the class she had directly after lunch hour because it was her hardest class. It tended t mak more work if she didn't pay attention due to fatigue. She had been animated at lunch but the spark seemed to have worn off. Her head dipped to rest on the desk and she decided to start on the homework so she didn't have to do it later. Besides, she needed the time later to come up with a brilliant thesis. Randomly, she stealthily grabbed a mini-resses's out of her bag. There were only a few left and she finished them off, handing one to her friend. The chocolate pick-me-up took effect in a few moments and she worked on her homework a little quicker. She was able to finish about half before the bell banished her from that class and on to the next. She was highly amused for the most part of the next hour.

Phenomenal
Now Playing: She will be loved - Maroon 5
She walked around with a grin on her face all day. While her first class hadn't been amazing, her second class had been great. They had a guest lecturer who was phenomenally funny. He'd done several amusing things throughout the class, and even caught her gently pulling her friend's curly hair. She'd left that class feeling bouyant and animated. Her third class of the day was slower-paced and not as much fun, but it was good discussion. The conversation she had with the professor after class made up for any lack of spirit that had occured during the class. They hadn't even been discussing the class topic, which made the conversation amusing. The professor gave her an excuse for the first twenty minutes of her next class stating they had been discussing the current material. When she arried, she found they were working quitely on the homework they wer assigned for the day. She finished the assignment with little trouble and quickly, leaving time to talk to her friend in that class. On her way to her apartment for lunch she had the windows down and the music up. She was very tempted after she pulled in the driveway to skip doing the homework she had left for doing a little playing with her car. She sighed and went inside to grabe something to eat. As she waited for the microwave to do its job she booted up her computer and pulled out the book she needed for her homework. Her computer was immensly slow and she rebooted it after getting annoyed by the slowness. Her attention returned to her homework as the computer started and logged online. She connected a flash drive and began up loading a file to her onine host. The file was only half uploaded and she was chatting and laughing on the phone when she realized she needed to get back on campus for her next class. Leaving the computer on and uploading she slide her shoes on. She took advantage of an opportunity to tease her friend on the phone when she started the engine of her sleek black sports car. Upon reaching the school she hung up her phone and hurried inside. She put her bag down and went out into the hall for a drink.

Whipped
Now Playing: Whip Your Ass - WC ft. Nelly

Hello -
You said you enjoyed talking to me. You phrased things as though you were worried about me when I told you about my car accident. You smiled when I hugged you. And yet even now after you insisted we were friends, you, all you, I refused to name what interaction we had a friendship, I knew as much as you insisted it would still all go away. Unfortunately, I was right. Or perhaps fortunately. This shows me where your loyalties lie, and what you have for those you call friends. I'm sure there is a difference between those you call friends and those you actually consider friends. Unfortunately I was not important enough to make the latter group and had to suffer through being cut loose as part of the former group. This will be my last thought and pencil on the subject as after this I will erase what I have left of the past. This is the last I will have proof of any interaction with you. Why it is that I do not crumple and tear this up the moment I finish I am not quite sure but while my heart wishes to believe you will realize your mistake my head says this is to humiliate you and show the rest of the world how you let one person run your life and drop people carelessly as you seee fit...or as one sees fit. To let the one who runs your life attack me as such, so unnecessarily, so violently, and with you knowing there is no cause, was inexcusable. Society has a word for this, and it is whipped. If you so choose to be whipped such as this, I want no part and am glad for being cut such as this.
Left behind,
Miss Alara Stealth

Long Weekend
Mood:  down
Topic: Opener
She was tired and the cold was beginning to get to her. Even inside it was colder than necessary and the short-sleeved shirt she was wearing wasn't enough. Even though she knew this and was cold she was unwilling to bear the pain to get up and walk up the stairs to get a sweatshirt. Her instant messenger status was very clear and she wanted someone to notice without her saying a word. She knew it wouldn't happen though, and wasn't quite sure why she set herself up to be disappointed each and every time. She hadn't gotten much sleep over the weekend and her energy was long since gone. Every time she closed her eyes sleep threatened to overtake her. She wasn't sure if the unfamiliar music from the speakers was causing the headache or not. When she was in this mood she was always quiet, very quiet. The presence and demands of the other female irritated her easily. It occured to her as she switched the track that the disc had played all the way through. The music was new, not something she had burned but she found it interesting to listen to. Even as she wrote her thoughts were disorganized, she knew she needed to finish her homework and go to sleep but she knew the homework wouldn't get done even though she'd had three days to do it. The depressive state she was in deepened slowly, she took a deep breath. The light glared over her and she broke out of her reverie to realize she needed to move. With an effort to ignore the pain it caused her, she stood and walked away.

Control
Mood:  down
Now Playing: What it is to Burn - Finch
Topic: Opener
She glared out the windshield of her sleek sports car as she revved the engine high. How had she let herself fall into this again? Every time he was like that she wanted to cry. It wasn't fair. She couldn't let him have this much over her. As it stood, this was the end. She didn't want to talk to him again, she wasn't going to be insulted like that again. It had happened too many times now, and she wasn't about to let it continue now that she was wise to it. There was a difference between letting herself get manipulated and actually being manipulated. Little did he know he had something coming. She was taking away his control...

Something New
Mood:  hungry
Now Playing: Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down//If You're Gone - Matchbox 20
Topic: Opener

She sat relaxed, early in the morning, with the TV on and her computer in her lap. She wondered if he would reply, knowing that he woudn't. It was quite obvious he was sleeping, his time was different than hers. The last note she'd gotten from him was 4 am her time, a time she had been sleeping. It was thoroughly unfortunate, she would have stayed up just to talk to him. The news caught her attention for a moment. A shooter in a mall. She shook her head. If they were going to commit suicide they should just do it. Anyone who commits suicide in public really wants to be stopped, she thought. She again looked at the time. Still, he was probably sleeping. She didn't blame him. She happened to really like talking to him. It wasn't an obsessive need to talk to him, it was just that she enjoyed his humor, his wit, and he usually made her smile. She never left a conversation feeling down, but was usually sorry to have to leave. The fact that she didn't know what he thought of her kept her on her toes occasionally but he didn't seem the judging type. She wanted to get to know him well. She had a feeling he would be an excellent friend and she wanted to be in on that. She didn't have to worry about starting a conversation with him like she did others either. He usually started the conversation with her, and when she started it with him he never acted like he didn't want to talk to her, like others sometimes did. A twinge of hunger caught her attention and she realized she hadn't had anything to eat yet that day. With that thought, she wandered out to the kitchen to catch some breakfast.

Soldier
Mood:  sharp
Now Playing: Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson

As he turned and walked away, she paused, waited a moment, then stepped forward, torn between quiet and speaking.

            “Wait!” She cried. He stopped, half-turned, looking over his shoulder. From his combat boots to name tag he looked like the soldier he was. She sighed, looked down. He continued on his way. She changed her mind and took off after him. She caught up and tugged on his hand.

            “Please…oh please,” she pleaded, “don’t go. Don’t leave, I need you.” Both had stopped walking at this point. “The way you are now. If you go, you’ll change. Things will be so different…things will have changed.

            He shook her off him. “You’re crazy. Everything will be fine, and you? You’ll be just fine.”

   

            He wandered through the auto show, looking for the spruced up Cougar he knew would be parked somewhere near the back. After looking through every car at the show he wondered if he’d been led astray. The slightly worn fatigues had been drawing looks the entire time he’d been at the show. He was on his way out when a slender woman dressed in all black with slim black glasses caught his attention She was seated on the hood of a midnight-black Skyline. With smoked headlight covers and dark black tint, it was a startling contrast to the flame-red Cobalt parked next to it. Blue ground effects glowed underneath the Skyline, and “SKYLINE” was decaled across the windshield in blue.

            “Hey soldier, you look lost,” her voice sounded slightly familiar but it had a slightly musical edge. Her tone had a closed finality to it. She slid off the car’s hood and walked toward the soldier gracefully. Her dark red hair had thick slashes of back through it and blue highlights to match the car slid though the black. She reached him and paused. “You really lost or are you just looking for someone?” She queried softly.

            “Looking for someone. Seen any Cougars around here? Maybe with a real cocky driver? Then again, she may be depressed, I never know which.”

            The woman looked over her glasses at him, blue-green eyes icy. “Didn’t the military teach you respect, soldier?” Her tone gave away nothing.

            “Yes ma’am.” He replied automatically.

            “I think you’ve found her. Welcome home, soldier.” She held out her hand and he took it. The handshake was firm, brief. She turned and got a few steps away before he spoke once again.

            “That’s all? Nothing more?” he was slightly confused.

            The woman paused and looked over her shoulder, hair whirling and settling gently on her shoulders. “I tried to warn you that you would lose me.”

            “You were always stubborn, I figured you’d be fine.”

            “Remember what I said?”

            “Which part?” He couldn’t forget.

            “Things have changed.” She turned her back and continued walking toward the car.

            As the engine started and revved, the soldier shook his head. “Things have changed…”

A Call
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Firefly - Breaking Benjamin
Topic: Opener

The phone began to ring loudly. She looked at it, read the name, and pressed the ignore button. The caller left no message. A few moments later the phone began to ring again. Again she looked at it and pressed ignore. She was in no mood to talk to the caller. After the third, fourth, and fifth calls she turned the phone off. She rotated the small device in her hand. It wasn’t long before the land line began to ring. Her eyes narrowed. She would have through it obvious she was unwilling to chat. The caller was now leaving messages which she muted the answering machine to. This behavior slightly confused her, since the caller had never been so persistent before. She decided the best way to ignore the calls was to sleep, so she went up the stairs into her room and flopped on the bed, asleep in moments.

 

            She was awoken not much later by a knock on the door. It surprised her. “Yes?” she queried. “It’s me,” a voice answered, “can I come in?”

            Her eyes narrowed. “No.” She was still unwilling to talk, and his presence irritated her.

            “Please?” He asked, “I want to talk to you.”

            She sniffed. “Yeah, you do now,” she scoffed quietly.

            “What is this?” He had heard her. “You want me to catch you, but with conditions?”

            “I don’t want to be used,” she returned, “I don’t want to be the one you go to just because you can’t be with her, or anyone else. I don’t want to be the one you go to just because I’m with someone else that you want to be around. I want to know you’re going to be here and not have to prepare myself to be let down. I don’t want to be the standby.” She finished, going silent. Suddenly, she wanted to run.

            Miss Independent, Miss Self-sufficient, Miss Keep your distance, Miss Unafraid, Miss Out of my way, Miss Don't let a man interfere, no, Miss On her own, Miss Almost grown, Miss Never let a man help her off her throne, So, by keeping her heart protected, She'd never, ever, feel rejected, Little Miss Apprehensive, what happened to Miss Independent?

            She had to run, but she was trapped. She couldn’t believe she’d said everything that she wanted. He was blocking her door, or was he? Maybe if she opened the door fast enough, took him by surprise, she could get by. She put her shoes on quietly and pulled a sweatshirt over her head. She crept toward the door silently. With a bang the door flew open and she rushed out, only to be caught and held, fighting and struggling, in his arms. It was exactly where she wanted to be but she feared being there. After long minutes of hard fighting she accepted her captivity and laid her head against his chest. It was a relaxed, comfortable place she loved to be, but the problem was, she was never there for very long.