[ jon ] this could lead to another messy ending

[shay isobel parker]

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don't leave me hanging in a city so dead, held up so high on such a breakable thread. you were all the things i thought i knew and i thought we could be.
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the sultry summer breeze - she was in love with it. it was one of ther perks about the island that she dearly loved, apart from it's isolated position on the map. the air as it played coyly with her hair was a mysterious invisible flirt who made her feel good, refreshed in her skin. if it was an actual person they could probably have a very happy, romantic affair, because it was experienced in the art of light touchs and stroking. the wind, the air - the currents bringing it from the ocean held many tales, if only she could hear what it was saying more clearly. it was a saturday morning, and dawn was just breaking across the water, and here she was obsessing over an element of nature and element she would hardly have given a second thought about had she been back in her hometown in australia.

but a lot of things had changed when the family had moved from queensland maryland to ehu's island. she was the only person in the family still having to go to school, and all her brothers had finished college, too. that was probably why her father could afford to send her to the private school, and the experience was new and exhilarating. she was meeting new people, finding new crowds to hang out with, and she found she could blend in rather well in this island where none knew of her history or her past. it was like dropping who she was behind, leaving behind the girl she knew and starting from stretch - with a new crowd of people, she was given a chance to make first impressions, and she was determined not to cause a scandal as she had in queensland which had forced her family to flee the country. maybe it was putting that dramatically, they could have just shifted to any other town in australia, but ehu's island was a good choice - the best decision her father had made, she was sure.

there was sand tickling her toes, as she'd decided to pick up her sandals and carry them in her hands rather than walking in them. she loved early mornings. she had become an early morning the summer before, when the constant kicks in her stomach from the little creature she'd created there had woken her up, and as a nesting mother she'd found comfort in tending to the plants in the garden as she listened to soft bittersweet music play over the radio. early morning was one of the few times she dared venture out, as she couldn't afford the neighbours to see her bulky body if she could help it. in a town where fornication was frowned upon, she was a disgrace to be having a baby out of wedlock. lost in her thoughts, her fingers brushing away stray strands of gold from her face she turned - only to bump into somebody.

tagged: jonathan!

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[jonathan wesley miklic]

it was strange, the way that mid-march felt like the middle of summer on ehu island. of course, jonathan wesley miklic was used to this; he had lived on the island for his entire life, and while he sometimes did fantasize about getting away, escaping from what sometimes seemed like a prison with watery walls, he did like it here. it was only at those times when he saw something that reminded him of allie, of his mom and dad, that he wanted to leave and never come back.

but he wasn't going to go ahead and desert his aunt and his sister -- they were the ones who kept him grounded. if he didn't have them, he wasn't sure what he'd be up to right now. hayley had been that force that kept him sane, for the most part; and when he wasn't, his older sister was also that person who brought him back. jonathan was, at the very least, sure that if hayley hadn't helped him, he would most definitely not be at the beach early on a saturday morning, sitting on a piece of driftwood with his notebook and sketching the sun rising over the horizon, turning the ocean water into a glittering surface of mirrors.

examining the page before him, jonathan was certain that the sketch was finished. standing up, he tucked the notebook under his arm and headed back in the direction of his aunt's house -- he still found it so hard to call it his house, even after three years. aunt stacey would be getting up soon, and if he wasn't there, she was prone to having a little freak out, the closest thing to parenting that she could get. glancing out over the water again, jon wasn't exactly paying any attention to where he was going; there weren't often any other people out on the beach at just-so-barely-dawn, anyways. only today, it seemed, there was one other person there, and he happened to bump into her; just his luck.

looking down at the girl before him, the first thing he found himself thinking was that she was beautiful. golden-brown hair and sparkling brown eyes, and a pair of sandals dangling from one hand, her feet bare in the sand as it was slowly warmed by the sun, climbing higher in the sky.

"sorry," he said awkwardly, smiling at her because he didn't know what else to do. her eyes were almost exactly the same colour as allie's were. "i should've been watching where i was going." he held out his free hand. "i'm jonathan."

tagged; shay isobel parker
word count; numbers
wearing; click it
muse; september, daughtry
notes; the title of this thread is so perfect :P

[shay isobel parker]

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don't leave me hanging in a city so dead, held up so high on such a breakable thread. you were all the things i thought i knew and i thought we could be.
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she had expected the beach to be deserted during this time of the day, because it wasn't often that people woke up before the sun was high in the sky on a weekend. weekends were for alcohol, late night partying, and sleeping till midday. it was only logical of people to follow that routine, and never witness the beauty of early morning as the birds soared across the water, cooing with joy at having woken up to another day. mornings were for the solitude, of never having to watch out for another body on the crowded sand, which was why she hadn't been looking where she'd been going. taking a step back to better see the victim she'd bumped into, she noted the dark hair spiked back from the a cute forehead of a late-teen-something guy.

"that's okay," she smiled back, pulling her cotton jacket tighter around herself as she did so. "i didn't expect to bump into anybody this early in the morning either." she continued, her eyes crinkling at the corners in her smile. "shay." she reached out to take his hand, finding it cool against her skin. it took a moment to take in the sketch book in his hand, and her curiosity spilled itself in the form of a question. "art major?" she withdrew her hand from his to motion at his sketchbook, noting that his denim jacket and faded jeans looked remarkably good on him, and wondering if she had seen him in a class before. but then again, all she recalled from her week at the classes was that every face just sort of blended into each other, except a girl in japanese ii who had invited her to an after hour pool party.

one of the other things she liked about the island was that over fifty percent of the population were artists - the sensitive career types. back home, the only people artistically inclined were the handful of musicians who played outside the school gates every day after school - the school did not personally try to engage and improve their skills. it was luck that had landed her in bouscher - whether the luck was 'good' or 'bad' was debatable - and she enjoyed the classes immensely, because it focused on her talents. she was a natural-born painter and dancer, maybe the latter more than the first, but after giving up cheerleading when she got pregnant, when she had to make the choice of which one to major in, she had chosen art instead of dancing.

tagged: jonathan!
notes: awh tell me about it. and i love the song 'tonight' <3

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[jonathan wesley miklic]

the girl before him looked just as startled to see jonathan as jonathan was to see her. the wind blew gently along the beach, throwing a few grains of sand a mere inch above ground level. he wondered if she could feel them hitting her bare feet.

"that's okay," she said, smiling at him. she had a pretty smile. it, too, reminded him of allie, although it didn't look like allie's smile. jon knew these things. he could close his eyes and see her face smiling at him in his mind, and it killed him. this girl's smile was different -- but maybe it was because she was pretty and he was meeting her on the beach in march. allie was pretty. he'd met her on the beach in march. and he'd already been thinking about her, her eyes, just moments before, and it made everything so fresh in his mind...

the girl in front of him was oblivious to what was going through jon's mind at that particular moment. "i didn't expect to bump into anybody this early in the morning, either," she went on. the smooth skin at the corners of her perfect allie-like eyes crinkled a little because she was still smiling at him. this was what made jonathan realize for real that this girl, however much her eyes looked like allie's, was not her. allie's eyes didn't do that when she smiled. they scrunched up differently.

"shay," she said, and it took jonathan a long, drawn-out moment to figure out that she was telling him her name. shay took his hand in hers and shook it lightly; her hand was so much smaller than his, and even though he knew now that she wasn't allie -- no matter how much he wished and hoped and prayed -- that reminded him of the other girl, too. shay-allie's eyes rested on jonathan's sketchbook for just a short blink of a second before she asked, "art major?"

observant. allie had been observant, too. jonathan recognized that in the back of his mind, but he tried his very hardest not to pay attention to that. he tried to focus more on the fact that he suddenly knew this girl, vaguely. she was in some class of his, although he couldn't remember which one.

"yeah." he smiled, brown eyes twinkling under the light of the rising sun. "third year. you're an art student, too, aren't you?" he was sure that was where he had recognized her from. was she an art major or minor? or was she just taking the class for fun? people did that. he wasn't, not this year, but last year he'd taken a photography class last year, just for kicks. "are you in watercolors?"

tagged; shay isobel parker
word count; a bunch...
wearing; click it
title song; tonight, fm static
muse; good to you, marianas trench feat. jessica lee
notes; seriously, it should be their song if we do this...

[shay isobel parker]

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don't leave me hanging in a city so dead, held up so high on such a breakable thread. you were all the things i thought i knew and i thought we could be.
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he was quiet, lost in musings that she could not comprehend, as he was nothing but a stranger that she had bumped into on the beach. yet his gaze was intense, in a way that appeared that he was seeing more than he was letting on - looking for what was beneath the surface, seeing beyond the clear skin and the dark brown eyes of her face. it made her slightly nervous, and her narrowed eyes told him so. the way he was looking at her was making her uncomfortable, but she didn't pick up the creepy-stalker-vibe off him, either. no, whatever it was that was making him look at her that was must not be lust. there was a sadness in his eyes, one too profound for someone too young, and somehow the way he was looking at her made her feel like she was one of the prime reasons for it. but that was a ridiculous notion, and perhaps it was the hours she had gone without sleeping playing mind tricks on her.

"yep, a second year art major." her smile had faded as she adopted more of a quizzed expression, trying to figure out where his intentions lay. sometimes, she became awkward with people because she sized them up and made a detailed mind map of them in her memory. she found creating a chart of peoples flaws and strengths helped keep herself detached from them, but it was rarely that she adopted such behaviour. she preferred to live and let live, but when people made her uncomfortable, she drew up the guards even tighter around herself and withdrew into her shell. she had lived here so long she doubted anybody could be able to tear down the walls that she had created - they were solid, fool-proof, packed with all her insecurities and all her reasons to never trust, never love, never let anyone close to her heart. to shatter all that would be a miraculous task, and she didn't like to think there could be a hercules that would come to rescue her. she felt safe where she was, happy in her own melancholy way.

she was surprised to hear him mention watercolors, as it happened to be a class that she was taking, and looking up at him through her lashes she answered softly, "as it happens, yeah. do we share the same class? because i'm sorry if i don't recognize you, i haven't taken the time to learn the faces of my classmates yet." she ended with a nonchalant shrug and a smile, looking away from him across the distant horizon, noting the beautiful splashes of color in the sky. "it's amazing, isn't it? the sky. it's like god's freaking canvas and he works on his masterpieces of art early in the morning, throwing about random hues of color against the sky." if she had a photographic memory she wanted the shutter to click every second for every breath-taking view that she witnessed. she had always loved the sky, star-gazing had been a habit of hers as a young girl. having the sky and the sea felt like being given a lifesworth of birthdays presents.

tagged: jonathan!
notes: take that - the flood is giving me muse. and i have to agree with you on that song, if ever. c:

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[jonathan wesley miklic]

she looked as though he was making her a little bit uncomfortable, and in the end that was what made jon glance down at his feet, arrange his face into a suitable mask of something that wasn't sad, and only then look back up to meet her eyes. "yep," she was saying as he looked down. "a second-year art major." just like he had been last year, he thought. only last year hadn't exactly been a good year for him.

when he looked back up, shay's smile had disappeared; in its place was an expression that jonathan knew only too well. curiosity, the girl before him clearly wondering exactly what had made him so damn sad a minute ago. most people never got their answer; jon didn't like to talk about his parents, about allie, about why he hated cars and storms. he gestured back and forth between the both of them, grinning a little, even though it was a tiny bit forced. "we have something in common, then," he said, although it was obvious.

her eyes widened slightly in surprise. "as it happens, yeah," she said quietly. she was beautiful -- that was the only thought going through his mind as shay looked up at him through her eyelashes, the rising sun casting dancing shadows over the both of them, bathing them in golden light. and she was beautiful in a different way than allie, which made it a little tiny bit easier -- not much, barely a noticeable amount -- to try not to think about her. "do we share the same class?" asked shay, blushing slightly. "because... i'm sorry if i don't recognize you -- i haven't taken the time to learn the faces of my classmates yet."

he grinned. "yeah, we do," he told her. "i mean, i think that's where i recognize you from. i think we might have something else together, too -- another art class, but i don't know which one." he returned her little smile as he looked down at her, then followed her gaze as it flitted towards the ocean and the sun rising over the horizon.

"it's amazing, isn't it?" she asked, looking awed as she examined the scene before her. "the sky... it's like god's freaking canvas, and he works on his masterpieces of art early in the morning, throwing about random hues of color against the sky."

jonathan chuckled. "nice metaphor," he acknowledged with a slight nod of his head. "i like to come out here whenever i can, you know, just to watch it. i have so many sketches and paintings of sunrises and sunsets, it's not even funny..."

tagged; shay isobel parker
word count; a bunch...
wearing; click it
title song; tonight, fm static
muse; my happy ending, avril lavigne
notes; sorry for the delay... :P