GLAD YOU CAME / KIA

[tabin]

all that counts is here and now,

my universe will never be the same

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] IM GLAD YOU CAME The remains of the fourth of july celebration was spread in the evidence dangled across the beach's sandy surface, red cups and the skeleton frame of the bomb fire, black wood piled up in a hep. Tabin Medici, stood, hands placed in the pockets of his white cargo pants which was paired with his favorite thin material of his sky blue button up shirt., the sight caused memories of the night before's activities zoom past his mind, bringing a shy smile across his face, last night he'd had the most amazing experience he'd ever had. Not only had he met the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but he'd also been given the chance to be with her, and though he thought they were moving rather quickly, he against reason, complied with her very desiring motions, the way she urged him to act on impulse. A fist full of hair, and his skin thinly lined with a coat of sweat, the two of them let the heat of the moment take over him, and the thought of it surged him. Returning to the beach where it had all began, had been been an impulse, and no that he was staring at the party's remains, he felt a ping of slight guilt.. All he had was a name, her name, Desire Sinclair. From the behavior of all the gentlemen the night before, he knew that everyone knew her, paid close attention to her, almost at her beck and call, and she'd picked him. What an ego boost that had given him. He was dying to find her again, see her, kiss her, hold her the way he'd done before. Off in the distance, people were at the beach, and he couldn't help but jog the distance between himself and them, talking to strangers had never been a strong suit for him, however, he'd never felt this way either. That ache in his stomach, that emptiness he felt. He couldn't just let it go, let her go. After asking a few people about her, most of them urged him to leave her alone and forget about her, others simply gave him a look of worry or even disgust at the mention of her name. Those that warned, "Dude, if you were smart, you'd leave her alone, chick is like a black widow." but despite their words, he calmly explained that they obviously hadn't known the same woman he did. Though he had been told that Love was blind through lyrics of songs he'd admired. With the last bit of hope running out his finger tips, he sat on the sandy banks of the sea, the waves hitting the sand, washing away foot prints, and the evidence that anyone had even walked there in the first place, just like now all he held was a memory of her face and touch. He stared, his eyes squinted in the bright sun reflecting on the white sand of the beach, how amazing things could be in just a nights time. Yesterday, he knew no one, had no one to count on, no one to think of, but today his mind was filled to the rim of her, his goddess, his mystery woman. A siren, puling him the way she had. Hands full of sand, his toes deep, he sat there, hopeless and lusting. This was the way great love stories began. A girl, a boy and a mission. 573 WORDS , KIA / REN , GETTING BACK IN SHAPE

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[ren]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 37px;] TAGGED; TABIN. 883 WORDS [/style] a sudden gust of air established itself onto the brunette’s olive skin as her oceanic orbs watched a wave coarsely clatter onto the divine oceanfront, her plump lips pressed together into a line while her mind took in the exquisiteness the place that surrounded her small frame had to offer her senses, especially that of sight. it never ceased to amaze her how stunning some places on earth could truly be, and the beach was unquestionably one of the planet’s most beautiful spots. unfortunately, this was sight she had not often been able to see. she grew up in australia, where she could have had a plethora of opportunities to see some of the world’s most gorgeous sandy beaches, yet she hardly ever did due to her father and his overly protective ways. softening the expression on her face, a small smile painted itself at the corner of her lips and granted her delicate features grace as had a recollection of when he approved of her stopping by today in order to clean up the mess the wild kids had created the previous night for the fourth of july celebration. it shocked her almost as much as it pleased her, but it was definitely not something she should get used to from her father. plus, she almost certain that somewhere in the near distance he had a minion following her to make sure she kept out of trouble. with her skin saturated in sunscreen which her pours had soaked up, her hands covered with biodegradable gloves as they held a large recyclable garbage bag, and her backpack strapped to her shoulders, saskia began to clean up at the red solo cups, broken beer glasses, cigarette buds, and even some used latex condoms that covered the grit. it was not long before the empty bag had been filled with destructive debris that could cause harm to the marine wildlife in the ocean and make it hard recreate and relax. exhaling deeply, she tied a knot at the bag. it was incredible how quickly she could fill one of these enormous bags up. it was like she had not even been there, wreckage continued to clutter up the scene before her eyes. good thing the fifteen year old girl had so much determination in her soul and saw the world with an incredible amount of optimism; this mess would be cleaned up in no time! and so, she continued to work hard, letting her arm wipe over her forehead to clean away the trifling beads of sweat which were a consequence of the sun’s rays gleaming down on her. it took longer than she would have hoped for nevertheless the beach began to get its natural luminosity back. the supremacy of the solo cups was destroyed by the new hero that was saskia thieves and she put the evil underlings, like the pieces of glass and the disgusting condoms, where the garbage belonged, imprisoned within the confines of the garbage bags. after she tossed out her fifth bag, she finally pulled off the tight gloves from her hands and threw them away as well. lazily, the high school sophomore walked over to the public bathrooms nearby, looking at herself in the mirror. her hair was pulled into a disorganized bun, her cheeks formed an expected red tint to them from being under the sun for so long, and her clothes was marginally torn up because of the work she put in. letting her indolent fingers push at the handle to turn the faucet on, she heard the pour of water stream out and wet her hands before letting her fingertips pump at the soap dispenser, filling her hands with a pink gel that she worked into a rich lather and then rinsed it away completely, turning off the stream of water. saskia wiped her hands on her shorts prior to pulling the straps of her backpack off her body and placing the bag on the counter, scrambling through the different items that inhabited in it until her hands grasp at the i-pod. pulling it out, she plugged the earphones in their rightful place, her ears and stepped out of the restroom. the flip flops she wore allowed the warm sand beneath her to run in between her toes with every step she made. eyes fastened to her i-pod as she tried to find a tune that would match the happiness she felt that moment, she ignored the world around her. in her mind she would find a song and a shady spot to sit, in reality, things played out a bit differently. her toned legs bumped into person causing her clumsiness to kick into action rapidly; she braced herself as she fell on him. "opps!" she muttered innocently to herself. the initial shock conquered her body for some seconds, locking her stare with his, not knowing exactly what to say to him. saskia managed to get herself back on her feet quickly after she realized how bad it was that she was not moving. once she was up, she eyes focused on him, examining the blonde boy in front of her to make sure he was fine, not injured or angered. "i am so sorry, mister!" her voice was strangled, her thoughts on his well-being.