i lost my WINGS. (Skye)

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SIX FEET UNDER SCREAMS ,
but no one seems to hear a thing
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This whole day seemed to be going perfectly. It wasn't your typical new friendship being found at school with the person you sit next to, or a partner for a project, or even someone who you met at the barn. This friendship with this guy here was something totally different. It started differently, and it was about to end differently. He asked me on a date and I was excited. I couldn't remember the last time I was truly excited about something as simple as a date. They all seemed to blend together at one point and the word 'date' lost it's meaning.

"Okay well about the date, I'd rather take you to a nice restaurant than a bar. How about dinner and maybe we could go for a ride?"

In a way I was somewhat relieved. The Basement was going to be a bit more difficult then I would have wanted. Considering they only let in nineteen year old's and people older. I would be lucky if they didn't ID me. "Sounds great." It was really a great plan. Much much easier as well.

"I would say nineteen. Am I close?"

Well, he got the teen part right! I shrugged when he asked if he was close. "Guess you'll find out eventually." As I spoke I ran a hand through my hair and flashed a smile at him. He didn't have to know everything.

"Well, I'm from New York originally, but I've been all across the country with different foster homes and such. I have just one horse. He's a gray Quarter Horse named Dirty Bit, but I just call him Chester. He's a great cow horse who is kinda teaching me the ropes. I'm used to motorcycles, so it's taking a while for me to get the hang of the horses. I rode my first one when I was fifteen. Oh, and I'm twenty."

I listened to everything he had to say and played it back again in my head. "At least falling off of a horse doesn't hurt as bad as falling off of a horse!"

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tagged Flynn Smith !
horses Back to December "Dance" . Leroy Brown "Leroy" . For Your Entertainment "Derby"
template PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
notes ... finally...... sorry about the wait!

[flynn]

Flynn was relieved when she agreed to go to dinner and a ride. Not that he didn't enjoy going to the bar, but he didn't want Skye to think that he was just a big party animal that didn't take life seriously. In fact, sometimes he took like too seriously. He was a serious person most of the time, and very rarely did he ever open up to anyone. That was what partially made Skye different to him. He felt extremely comfortable around her, and he felt like he could tell her anything and she wouldn't judge. Not to mention the fact that they had both lost their parents. It helped to have that major detail in common with someone. Most people didn't understand the kind of pain he went through, but he knew for a fact that Skye did. He envied her having an older brother to help her out, though. If he had an older sibling, things could have turned out so much different for him. He would have never had to get into the foster care program, and that would have saved him from so much trouble as a teen. Moving from family to family could really screw a kid up. He was living proof of that .

Flynn laughed at her response to his guess of her age. He would find out eventually, he guessed. He smiled, because that implied that they would be seeing alot more of eachother, and he liked that a lot. He watched as she listened intently to his story and waited as she processed all the information. She finally came to the conclusion that falling off of a horse was much better than falling off of a motorcycle. He laughed at this statement and nodded his head in agreement, "You are very right there..Although, I've never fallen off a horse yet, so I guess I'll find that out the hard way." He shrugged his shoulders and stopped to lift up his jeans on his left leg. He revealed a huge scar in his leg that ran about two inches deep and eight inches long. Underneath, unseen, was a metal rod that was holding his leg together. His chest and back were covered with the same scars, and under his shaggy hair on his forehead was a two inch scar that he got from his concrete after his motorcylce accident. Most of the damage to his head was internal, and the doctors told him if he ever got any more head trauma it was possible that he could die instantly. He dropped his pant leg and looked up. "Motorcyle accident a few years ago left me pretty banged up." He stated it simply, as if that was all there was to it. In reality, he was haunted by the damage every single time he took a shower. The scars were hideous, but luckily none of them managed to mar his face, besides the forehead.

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[/color] Skye Weston
l y r i c s superman - joe brooks
n o t e Crap, but there was nothing to work with really xD
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