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Post by Duncan White on May 1, 2009 21:50:39 GMT -5
She was pissed. Very pissed. And he couldnt blame her. She just wanted a fun day at the beach, and he had to go and ruin it for her. She probably had bits of his lunch in her hair, would catch a cold, and now her surf board was floating out in the ocean. Part of him wanted to run after her, to carry her into her car and set her in, kiss her and tell that he was sorry. It would do nothing but piss her off more. Better to let her cool off, instead of pushing it.
But just watching her walk away, pulled at his heart. It burned, it ached, it hurt. He was leaving her. But he would see her again right? Taking a deep breath, he fell back onto the sand and pressed the heel of his palm into his eyes. Swearing at himself he knew what he had to do. Dive back into that water, gather her board, wash it and wax it, and leave it on her door step with a note. What would he say? Sorry. He was such a idiot.
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Post by Maya Lisette Song on May 1, 2009 22:02:06 GMT -5
Darcey look back at Duncan on the beach. He whimpered a little. Maya did not look back. She was nearing the top of the hill and her legs were feeling slightly stronger. At least string enough to drive and get her inside. A bath was sounding really good about now. She thought about the song from her mother's old record album of the musical South Pacific "Gonna wash that man right outta my hair" and deemed it appropriate. Her mother would be working late tonight and early to tomorrow so she would practically have the place to herself.
She reached the top breathing heavily from making the climb in her weakened state. She cursed him silently for not helping her get up the hill. Though deep down she knew she was so furious about loosing her board and nearly drowning because of him that she never would have accepted the help from him. Darcey whimpered again as she hobbled to her Jeep. She didn't see another car. How the hell did he get here? No matter, it wasn't as if she would offer him a ride now.
She went to her trunk and found her clothes balled up as Darcey jumped into the passenger seat, still watching Duncan on the beach. She grabbed the pair of ripped jeans and sat on the bumper of her Jeep as she pulled them on. They were a little cold from sitting in her trunk for who knows how long and she shuttered a little. She left the shirt and walked back around to the front seat in just her halter bikini top, unbuttoned jeans and no shoes. She scooted up onto the seat and grabbed her keys from under Darcey. She shoved them into he ignition and frowned again as she glanced to the beach and saw him sitting in the sand looking pained. She hoped he felt bad. He ought to. Her radio blasted on again as she violently backed out of the parking lot and spend down the road.
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Post by Duncan White on May 1, 2009 22:11:31 GMT -5
When he heard the gravel crunching, the fury of sand being kicked up as she pulled away in a huff, only then did he sit up and look to the dust cloud that remained. How could he mess things up so easily? Zak and Corliss hit it off right away, without any hitch. Fell in love and got married. Duncan almost drowned his imprint and coated her in puke. Charming if you were a sick-o. No point in pouting over it now, as he pushed himself up off the sands and walked twords the water.
He didnt even feel the cold, just the pulling of the tide as he swam out to her board. It kept drifting further away, leaving the shore out of his sight until her grabbed it and slid himself upon the board. His own long surf board was sitting on the shoreline, resting and waiting to ride the large waves coming due to the on coming storm. It would have to wait.
Carrying both with him, he made th elong treck home, and swore at himself at every moment he had.
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