(OPEN) `On A Lonely Night

[karleeb]

On A Lonely Night You Will See,

It was one of those warm, dry summer nights that usually came when you lived in Addison. It had to be atleast 70, maybe warmer. Luke had recently completely lost contact with a girl he thought he was in love with, and that didn't happen very often for this guy. He had left addison for a while to gather his thoughts, and when he came back, she was gone. It was hard for him to gather, but he couldn't get ahold of her at all. He had been spending a lot of time alone, or if not alone he was with his horses, or his dog. He had a border collie named Sheeba, she was about six years old, and he had her since she was a pup. Sheeba came everywhere with Luke, and tonight was no different.

There where more stars in the sky than he had seen for a long time. It was really clear out, and the stars made the sky bright. The moon was almost full, and it was really light out. Luke was walking with Sheeba in the city park. He didn't see anybody else around, which was perfect. A bright flash lit up the sky, accompanied by a loud boom of thunder. Dry thunder, since there was no rain, was always a danger. Sheeba whimpered slightly and rubbed up against Lukes leg. It's alright baby, its just thunder. He said in a soft voice, nealing down and rubbing the border collies head.

Luke kept walking until he saw a tree, and decided he would sit out here for a while. He checked his phone, and saw that it was 10:34 PM. It was late, but nobody would be waiting for him. Nobody was waiting for him at home, nobody was waiting for him to call, so who cared how late he was out? His father sure didn't. Luke would be gone for days at a time and when he came, his drunk father wouldn't even notice. So, Luke prefered to be gone for days at a time. He usually just packed a couple days worth of clothes and left, staying where ever he pleased. He used to stay at Alex's sometimes, but now she was gone. He had sheltered himself, he didn't have too many friends around here. So, since it was nice, he thought he might just stay here in the park tonight. There was no school, since it was summer after all, so he didn't have to worry about school.

He was wearing a blue and black checkered shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, with a small backpack full of clothes on his back, when he set the bag down next to the tree and sat down, leaning his back against the tree. Sheeba curled up next to him, laying her head on his lap. Anouther bright flash and a clap of thunder made the dog nervous, but Luke loved it. He loved stormy nights. He pulled his phone out, scanning through his phone list, realizing that not a single one of the those people really where true friends. None of them called him just to say 'hey' or 'whats up'. No, he had girls that where in it for the fun, and guys that where in it for the girls. He had no real friends, except for Sheeba and his three horses. He had half a notion to snap his phone in half right then and there, but decided not to.

He sighed and leaned his head against the tree, looking at the stars, watching the thunder streek horizontally through the sky. Anybody who saw him probably thought he was crazy, sitting out here by a tall tree in the middle of a thunder storm in the middle of the night in Addison. He didn't know what to do. He had no where to go, nobody to call. He spent most of his time at the farm. He wanted to get his own apartment, but not many people would rent an apartment to a jobless practically runaway seventeen year old. He watched the thunder streek, and rubbed Sheeba's head as the dog shook and cowered on him. This is going to be a long night. He sighed and closed his eyes.

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Every Night Is Lonely Without You Here

[alanie]

GOT THE RADIO ON, MY OLD BLUE JEANS
and i’m wearing my heart on my sleeve
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This was just fucking lovely. Alanie stared at the flat tire of her car, and tried not to lose it. It was just, what the fuck was she going to do now? Groaning to herself quietly, she plopped right down beside the tire, not caring that she was sitting in the middle of the road. No one was going to be out driving at this time of night. No one but her, and look where that had gotten her. “This fucking blows,” she said out loud, talking to no one but herself. She was clearly insane. Alanie felt the wind tug at her loose ponytail and she cursed when it came out, the hair tie tumbling away from her across the black asphalt. Jumping up, she chased after it, stumbling in her flip flops which were not designed for their wearer to go tearing off chasing loose hair ties. Finally she stepped on it and let out a sharp, annoyed but relieved sigh. Bending down, she snatched it up and snapped it back onto her wrist, trudging back to her unreliable Sedan. She felt like kicking it, but she didn’t want to have a bruised foot since it appeared she was walking.

God, she wanted to scream. A rumble of thunder startled her and she looked up as a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. “Are you shitting me?” she wondered aloud, staring. She so did not need a fucking thunderstorm to make this worse! Stopping beside her car, she yanked the door open and fell inside, leaning over into the back to grab her jacket. It might be warm, but if it was going to rain, she’d need something on her arms. This flimsy tank top wasn’t going to cut it. Neither, she remembered, where the flip flops, but she doubted she had an extra pair of shoes laying about in her car. She was too organized for that.

Falling back into her seat with a small thud, she stared out the window for a moment. She could call her parents and have them pick her up. She only gave that idea a few seconds of thought. No, they’d insist on her staying the night and then they’d make a big production of not being prepared with a spare tire. Like she even knew how to change a tire, anyway. She certainly wasn’t pretty enough to lean against her car and hope some dude came along and did it for her. Especially at this time of the night. No, she’d just walk. Sighing, she grabbed the keys from the ignition and locked all the doors. She grabbed her tote bag and glanced around quickly to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind and then reluctantly climbed out the car and shut the door.

She took one last accusing look at the car before she hopped the curb and stood on the sidewalk. Squinting at the nearest street sign, she got an idea of where she was at, and then rummaged in her bag for her iPhone. Skimming through it easily she found what she was looking for with the help of Google and then set off, hefting her bag higher up her shoulder. She heard nothing but the slap of her flip flops against the sidewalk and the sounds of the storm over head. The neighborhood was quiet, nature was quiet.

The wind was still blowing, sending her red hair every where around her face and shoulders and she grimaced, stopping to tie it back into a tight ponytail. She set a brisk walk, not able to deny the slight nervous feeling in her stomach at walking around at night by herself. She had been a night owl ever since she was a girl, so she wasn’t tired even if she had just gotten off her shift where she worked at the Vintage Brew. It was mornings that bothered her. She wasn’t always sunshine and smiles when she woke up, but rather silent and grumpy. Now she was only silently disgruntled, but that was simply from the situation. She couldn’t help but look down alley ways as she walked, and she clutched her phone tightly in her hand, glancing down at it every now and again. It was almost ten thirty when she recognized the park, and slowed down slightly for some reason. She only lived a few blocks from it, she knew that much, and she wearily blew a stray strand of hair that had escaped her ponytail from her face. Another round of thunder and lightning made her look up at the sky warily but irritated. She hoped it didn’t start raining before she got back. She really, really did not want to be caught in the rain. The way her luck was running, though, she would and then she’d get sick.

She ran her eyes over the park momentarily, but came to a stop when she saw someone. She nearly had to do a double-take. Who the hell was out in the middle of the night at the park? In this crazy weather? She peered through the darkness. “Crazy, much?” she said under her breath, just barely making out the image of a boy who couldn’t be much older than herself. She licked her lips, half of her wanting to continue on and act like she’d never see him, but then her conscience would have to star complaining and she really didn’t need that. Scowling slightly, she crossed over the grass and to his side quickly, holding herself tightly and rubbing her hands down her arms.

It was getting chilly. She looked curiously at his dog and kept her distance, not risking the chance that it could be defensive of it’s owner. “No offense, but have you lost your mind? What’re you doing out here?” she asked, tilting her head and pushing back that strand of hair again. She glanced at the dog again, and shifted, lowering and resting her bag against her leg as she stuck her arms in her jacket. She shivered slightly, looking at the boy again and pausing. Staring harder, despite whether or not it was rude, she blinked. “Whoa. I remember you…” she murmured to herself. “What’s your name? Something L… Luke! Luke, right?” she asked, eyes wider now. It was a year ago, she was still in school, not yet eighteen or out of the house. The mall. Yeah, she remembered Luke. She almost never forgot a face.

alanie ellis • 1010 words • for luke • yay. omg, sorry it’s so huge o__o her outfit.

[karleeb]

On A Lonely Night You Will See,

Luke loved this kind of weather. The wind was blowing, and he loved it. Sheeba's fur was blowing around slightly, it being slightly blocked by Luke. Sheeba whimpered, obviously wanting to go home. Sheeba didn't care if Luke's father was a deadbeat drunk, she just wanted to have a warm bed to sleep in and food to eat. Luke had fed Sheeba earlier, but she was probably still hungry. She was a dog, and dogs where always hungry. It had been a while since Luke had slept outside, or stayed the whole night outside. Some mornings he stayed in Ace's or Eight's stall. But it was a nice day, or rather, evening. Though with the wind getting stronger is was getting colder. Luke did bring a sweatshirt and a blanket with him, but he didn't want to get it out yet.

He was enjoying the nice quiet evening, apart from his dogs quiet whimpers and the sound of the thunder crashing behind the trees. His eyes where closed, but he could see the flashes of lightning through his eyelids. It made him flinch slightly, as with any sudden bright light. The faint glow of the moon made its debut on the other side of his eyelids as the lightning let up for a minute, making that everlasting glowing light fade for a few moments. Sheeba quivered slightly and curled up into Luke more. She hated thunder storms. Luke knew it, he shouldnt have brought her, but he couldn't bare to stay out all night without some companionship.

He was enjoying the quiet night, until he heard something, a sputtering sound that sounded faintly like a car dying. He tried to ignore it, fading back into the pictures that danced on his eyelids, until he heard somebody talking to him. It was a girls voice, sounding oddly familiar. He wasn't happy about somebody interupting him, but he kept his eyes closed when he spoke. Trying to get away from people. What about you? Sheeba growled slightly, still shivering, letting out a faint bark. Shush, Sheebs. Luke said, then opening his eyes as a flash of lightning lit up the sky, making the girl more visable. She was familiar, but before he got the chance to say, she spoke.

Yeah, and your... Damn. Why couldnt he remember? Ellis? Luis? No.. Lanie?! Was that it. That would be his best guess. Lanie right? It might have been a nick name, but Luke had a way with women. Most girls loved him, no matter what he called them. Sheeba growled, and Luke stroked her. It's okay, baby girl. He looked back up at Lanie, or atleast, thats what he thought her name was. Since im not the only one crazy enough to be out here in a thunder storm, would you like to join us? He patted a spot on the grass beside him and Sheeba, and smiled.

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Every Night Is Lonely Without You Here

[alanie]

GOT THE RADIO ON, MY OLD BLUE JEANS
and i’m wearing my heart on my sleeve
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Alanie realized belatedly that she was looking down at the boy without the usual hint of nervous tension or shyness that she usually felt when talking to someone, especially if they were of the opposite gender. It surprised her slightly, but then she accepted it with a certain pleasure. She didn’t exactly like being the odd duckling out, or being socially awkward. It was probably the extreme circumstances, and the fact that she didn’t have time to get embarrassed. Besides, just standing there under a tree in the middle of the night… with a thunderstorm in full swing was strange enough. She picked her bag back up from the ground, hugging it to her chest as she looked down at the boy curiously. She hadn’t seen him in a long time. She honestly hadn’t thought much about their chance meeting all those months ago, except to grow horrified at her own clumsiness.

She had that wonderful ability that some girls had; the one where they went back over all their mistakes and criticized and generally horrified themselves again, and then again. And then usually a third time, or fourth, oh hell, how about the tenth or fifteenth time? She cleared her throat softly, glancing up at the sky warily, wanting to get inside her tiny apartment and to the comfort of her warm bed. Looking back down, though, she saw that the boy had his eyes closed and hadn’t even opened them at her approach or her words. A spark of annoyance flared in her chest and she gripped her bag tighter to her, keeping a frown from her face with effort. She didn’t appreciate being ignored. But then she spoke and she relaxed slightly, still looking at him contemplatively, as he still didn’t open his eyes.

Trying to get away from people? She stared at him. In a motherfucking thunderstorm at night? That’s what wanted to come out her mouth, but before she could even open her it, that dog of his started a low growl that made her glanced over at it warily. It barked and she couldn’t help but jump, cursing under her breath so Luke couldn’t hear. At least he finally opened his eyes, she thought in slight irritation with the whole situation, as he quieted his dog and it settled back down beside him. He looked at her and she raised a brow slightly. “I’m walking home because my piece of junk, what some would call a car, decided to get a flat tire.” Her voice was sarcastic, but not unfriendly. She decided not to mention his excuse for being out here. What did her mother always have to remind her? If you couldn’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all… Thanks, Mom.

He coaxed a reluctant smile to her lips as he spoke up, pausing while looking at her, and she assumed he was trying to remember her name like she had his. She waited, curious to see if he’d recall it. She laughed slightly and nodded as he said her nickname, which she had given him, she remembered now. Lanie. Only her parents and family members really called her by it, but it was only because she never really had any friends growing up. “Yep, that’s me,” she said, deciding not to remind him of her full name. It felt kind of nice to have someone call her Lanie who wasn’t her mother or father. Blinking, she looked down at his dog as it growled again and he stroked it.

She had a dog at home that was probably not to excited to have his dinner delayed. Alanie knew she’d get no forgiveness because of her car, either. She smiled slightly at the thought of her Siberian Husky, and studied Luke’s dog slightly more interestedly until he spoke and pulled her attention back to him. She blinked again as he patted the ground beside him and suggested that she actually sit there with him. She almost laughed before she realized he wasn’t joking. Oh, hell. Really? She shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Um… It’s probably going to rain soon, you know,” she said intelligently, as if he hadn’t noticed already. She rubbed her neck, but instead of saying anything or turning around and leaving, which was probably smarter, she slowly lowered herself to the ground next to him. She ignored the voice in the back of her mind asking her what the hell she was doing.

Even if she did know him, kinda sorta, he was still pretty much a stranger to her. She really shouldn’t be sitting in the grass, striking up a conversation with him. Regardless, she dumped her bag into her lap and crossed her legs, subtly checking the time on her phone and trying not to wince. It was nearly eleven o’clock at night. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, since it looked like she was getting no sleep tonight. She tucked her phone in her pocket, and looked up at Luke. “So, your dog. I heard you call her Sheebs? Nickname, I assume?” she asked offhandedly, peering at the dog from around him and smiling softly at it. Then she looked back at him. “And you know, I don’t buy that shit about getting away. Maybe if the weather wasn’t about to dump a fuck load of rain on us, but…” She paused. “Regardless, normal people don’t sit at the park in the dark anyway.” She tucked her hair behind her ears once again, blinking at him.

alanie ellis • 950 words • for luke • alright, so it’s barely smaller… she makes me write so much .__. her outfit.

[karleeb]

On A Lonely Night You Will See,

Luke only slightly remembered his first time meeting Lanie. It was at the mall, but he was too preoccupied at the time. He supposed that was when he was dating Alex, that time seems a blur of remourse to the teenager. He didn't remember much about it, atleast not much that he wanted to bring back up. It was like throwing up something that tasted bad going down the first time, it was never fun. He loved Alex, but after she just left without saying anything, he became sort of depressed. He was never the kind to let things like that get in his way too much, or atleast show it. But he was an expert liar, so he was good at hiding those things. He could a bone away from a dog, he was a smooth talker and could get just about anybody to belive anything.

Lanie had that quiet grace about her than not many girls had. She wasn't the kind of girl that was always screaming for attention. But she was pretty. Very pretty, in Lukes opinion. He had a thing for red heads. Alex was a red head. He never really stopped thinking about her, but maybe hanging out with Lanie for the night would get his mind off Alex a bit? It had to. If that didn't do the trick, nothing would. Lanie didn't seem to be the slight bit nervous or anything. He had only met her once, but she seemed to be the nervous type when he met her. He barely knew her, but running into her this late at night, in the middle of a thunderstorm, didn't seem like a total coincedance. Maybe it was meant to happen? He used to belive that everything happened for a reason, but lately, he had stopped beliving in fate. But maybe this was fate?

Nah, he was getting too far ahead of himself. He did that often, he needed to stop. He knew she probably thought he had lost a few too many braincells, sitting in a thunderstorm at eleven at night with a dog and a backpack full of clothes. It probably seemed more to her like he was running away. Which was almost true, but it was more like, creative housing. He was just finding a way to get away from his father. He didn't drink, not often anyways, and he didn't like being around a drunk abusive father. He would rather sleep in the park in a thunderstorm than sleep in his own bed, and risk being woke up by something either being thrown at him, or a gun pulled on him, again. Life was never easy in a household like that. Him and Sheeba where safer out here. His father would never notice, anyways. He might notice the dog was gone, but he would never notice Luke was gone. What was to miss? Nobody misses thier punching bag. His dad would probably just bring home one of his broads anyways. Luke knew he needed to move out and get his own place, but he was broke. He didn't even have a car.

Flat tire, huh? Thats never fun. I don't have a car, so I don't have to deal with that. An eighteen year old who didn't even have his license. That was lame, wasn't it? Really shows true charactor. He was still hitching rides or walking everywhere. He didn't even have a job. That was cool. Sheeba looked at him almost angrily, she was jealous. Luke was talking to somebody but her. Oh my gosh, the world was going to end. She was like having a jealous girlfriend all the time, but Luke loved her. She had been with him through everything for six years.

It was a relife when he had gotten her name right. He is usually not great with names, unless some significant face went with it. He was lucky he remembered his own name half the time. He remembered faces, sure, he never forgot a face, even if it had been over a year since he saw them. Lanie looked surprised when Luke asked her to sit with him on the ground, in the middle of a thunderstorm no less. Yeah, right. He probably seemed like a total freak. A random guy you met one time over a year ago, sitting here in the middle of the night in a thunderstorm asking you to sit by him? He was even surprised when, against all odds, she sat by him. Her comment about rain made him laugh, and he looked at her, smiling. I don't think a little rain ever hurt anybody, unless your the wicked witch of the west, which I would have a hard time beliving. Damn it, he was always a flirt. It was going to happen with him, always. He was a major flirt all the time. He felt secure, and not in the least bit upset that his quiet night was interupted.

Luke caught a glimpse of her phone when she pulled it out, reveling the time was almost eleven o clock. He smiled about her question about Sheeba. Yeah, this is my baby girl Sheeba. He stroked her head, and the small border collie crawled over Luke's lap and decided to go over and check out Lanie. He laughed again and looked over at her, couldn't help the flirtatious eyes and tone in his voice. Whoever said I was normal? He looked up, as drops of rain started to fall through the branches of tree's, lightly at first, then started to get heavier. He looked over at Lanie and smiled, then looked back up the rain, letting it fall on his face for a moment. I love this weather. And I promise I'm not high. His tone was joking, with a hint of a laugh in his voice.

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Every Night Is Lonely Without You Here

[alanie]

GOT THE RADIO ON, MY OLD BLUE JEANS
and i’m wearing my heart on my sleeve
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She said nothing when he commented about her failure of a car. Sometimes she wished she didn’t have a car, rather than the one she did have. Her parents, however, had refused to help her get it and so the money for the piece of junk had come straight from her pocket and her pocket alone. The Vintage Brew only paid so much. She had needed a car, though, so she couldn’t be picky when the time came to get one. Her apartment’s rent sucked most of her paycheck up each month, anyway. That and gas money. And on top of all that, her parents never ceased to hound her about college. As if she didn’t have enough to worry about, a college tuition, plus books and whatever else she was going to need was out of the question. Unless her parents suddenly decided to pitch in with some money and help, but then they always believed in her doing it all alone. Alanie had to resist rolling her eyes at the thoughts.

She watched Luke, relaxing more and scooting slightly so she faced him and didn’t have to keep turning to look at him. He seemed surprised that she sat down, as if he asked but didn’t expect her to actually do it. That made two of them. It was out of character for her to be so carefree. She was a worrier, and shy. Oh well. She wasn’t going to mourn that part of her. She preferred not to blush the color of her hair every time a boy or man gave her attention. She smiled slightly as he laughed, and then laughed in surprise and humor at his comment. Wicked witch of the west, huh? She hoped not. She was fairly certain she didn’t look like it, though at times people did call her a witch. Without the w, if you get the meaning. “Nope, I promise I’m no witch. I am sweet, though, so you never know. Sugar melts,” she bit her lip, surprised at her flirting.

Talk about a shocker. Who knew little redheaded Alanie even knew how to flirt. She could count on one hand the not so many times she’d got up the courage to drop a flirtatious comment to a cute boy. She settled back, running her fingers through her hair as her hair tie slipped out again. Damn her hair. It was so thick, it was ridiculous. Half of the time she wished she could just hack it off, but she didn’t even want to think about what she’d look like with short hair. Hideous was a word that came to mind. Her mind was pulled back to the conversation as he smiled and looked down at his dog, clearing up the mystery of her name. She watched him stroke Sheeba before she looked down at the dog, and smiled at the content look on her face. She laughed lightly, softly, as the Sheeba crawled across Luke’s lap over her to and sniffed at her curled up legs curiously.

“Hey, girl. Sheeba,” she crooned under her breath, holding her hand out to the dog and scratching her head once she’d smelled it. Alanie loved animals. Except horses. It wasn’t anything against them, but they were so big… And Alanie was small. Besides, one kicked when she was just a girl and she always seemed to dredge up the memory whenever she was around them. She was never the young girl that dreamt about having her very own pony. And the teeth… She resisted a shudder. She didn’t get close enough to one to find out if they’d bite her. Maybe she was paranoid. But maybe she’d have to look up the phobia of horses on her laptop whenever she got home. She was pretty sure she had it. When she looked back up Luke was watching her, and she swore the look on his face and in his eyes was… flirtatious? She almost choked. He was flirting with her? She smiled slightly at his words, and then laughed as she felt the first droplets of water fall through the tree’s leaves. “Oh yeah. You’re definitely not normal, and I’m not normal either for agreeing to sit here with you,” she teased lightly.

But then Alanie didn’t need proof to know that she was strange. Her mother called her unique but there was nothing unique about her. She was just straight up weird, and for the most part, she was okay with that. She was still working on self-esteem issues, but she was getting there. She watched Luke tilt his head back to the rain and giggled under her breath again, looking down at Sheeba as she laid her head on her knee and whined for more attention. She laughed a bit more, rubbing the dog’s head and grinning at Luke as he mentioned that he wasn’t high. “Are you sure about that? It would explain a lot,” she commented, raising a brow.

She was surprised to find she was enjoying herself, even though she still wasn’t sure about the rain. It was really starting to come down, and she jumped clear in the air at a bolt of lightning, and Sheeba retreated back to her owner. The thunder that followed was loud, and so near that Alanie had to resist clapping her hands over her ears. “Oh shit,” she laughed, blinking rain out of her eyes even as it pelted her from under the tree. She shivered and pulled her jacket tighter against herself, glaring playfully at Luke. “Now I’m going to be soaked through by the time I get back to my apartment.” Her voice was amused, though. She didn’t mind, really. She slipped her phone into her jeans where it’d stay, hopefully, dry and not get ruined. Then she drew her legs up to her chest and hugged them, staring out into the rain, dreading walking through it with only flip flops and a flimsy jacket on.

alanie ellis • 1027 words • for luke • aaaaaaand we’re back to the gigantic posts. omg, alanie stop thinking so much lol her outfit.