Hunny (Cont.)

I was thrown off balance by that question. Wasn't that the generic excuse? What?! I couldn't help by shut my eyes, lower my head, and laugh to myself. "Why, Yes it is..." I answered back. He was stocking the week shelves with some games that had been traded in earlier that day, but he stopped to turn and face me more.

"Then why do you use it?" He asked. For some reason it always sounded like he was eating a sandwich when he talked. I looked up at him and shrugged my shoulders. "It's easiest I guess." I answered him, and he nodded his head in approval. "Well, I am just gonna call you Hunny. Is that good?" He asked as he turned back to the games. That nickname wasn't unfamiliar to me, so I just nodded, shrugged, and smiled. "Yeah. That's just fine."

The Itch is Back.

Every time. I don't think it ever failed. There was the beauty yet again, in the most unsuspected person. It was someone I saw weekly, and for four weeks or so now I didn't see it. I didn't see it until just now. He wore a certain cologne that make me feel icky inside, until I saw the beauty of him, then I liked the smell. He didn't wear his normal jacket and tie today. I don't know why he didn't, but instead he wore a short sleeve striped shirt, and it was that shirt that showed me. It was so odd. The Shirt he wore showed off his pecks, which I had never noticed before. His arms were strong, but I couldn't tell until he pushed a table across the room. It was like an instant jab to the heart. Every new movement more striking than the last. The muscles that danced just under his skin was a pure tease, defiantly because I knew I would never have him. Not only was it taboo for this situation, but I would only be around him until December, and then I would never cross his path again. It was sad to me really. I saw his hands, long, lanky, beautiful fingers. Ones I wish I could draw on paper, but I never could. They were artwork in the real world. I wish I could touch them, but I could only look. He smiled also, and It wasn't normal for him, but it was interesting. So very interesting. I could watch him all day if I could. How is muscles moved under his skin when he used hand gestures, or how he sat on the table. His hands, his arms, his pecks. How? How did I miss this? It was like pulling a block from a drain when I had to walk out, or a cork from the bottle. I think I even heard the popping sound. The smell of his cologne pulling at me until I escaped it. Yet, the image is still here. It will be an itch, until I found the imperfection in it. Then It would fade, like the one before did, and life would be normal yet again. Until that time came though, I had something pretty to look at once again.

You are wanted. {Draft from Akela's Story}

I didn’t understand. Why would all the guys like her over me. Well, I did understand. I sat on a stone not far from the forest edge, resting my head in my hand, and watched. They swarmed around her like bees on a honey hive, and she was enjoying it all too much too. When I came to the gathering, I thought I would have fun. I thought there would be constant celebration for Lycan like me, the new comers, and celebration for the pagans too. However, in the first couple of days there was mostly planing, leaving me, who was a young werewolf with no place in the pack just yet, to sit and wait. Sitting and waiting was painful though. I was the only one who was literally sitting and waiting. The other new girl was beautiful, tall, slender, blonde and flirty. She was everything I wasn’t. I had dark annoying curly hair, more weight on me than she had, and so many freckles. I had soft kid like features, and even though I wasn’t skinny, I wasn’t to big. I was just a bit cubby, with curves and strength. I guess the guys didn’t like that.
That would explain the lack of boyfriends. I had experienced this throughout all my high school career, so I guess I was use to it already. So, she had plenty of time to flirt with every guy at the gathering, I had plenty of time wondering how to get my share of the attention. I don’t know how long I was sitting there before I saw the long legs of Akela move towards me out of the corner of my eye. Great. She was something else. I didn’t know how she made me feel. I suddenly got nervous. She was our pack leader, and she was so soft looking yet intimidating, and always nice to me, but scary to others. I didn’t know what was going to happen, so I just didn’t move. I smelt her scent of vanilla and lavender right away, and it was only moments before her hands were on my shoulders. She knelt down behind me. I felt her soft black hair brush my cheek, and my face grew hot. Her warm breath was on my ear.
“You are just as wanted as she is.” She whispered. My heart jumped and I tried not to flinch, but I think she noticed anyway, because I heard her smile and get up and walk away

Hunny

Honeysuckle. That was my name. Who cared though? I didn't. I quite liked it. I just didn't like the fact every time I told someone my name, they would pull a double take. Their heads would whip around back to me with this curious look on their face. "Honeysuckle? That's really your name?" They would ask. Every time, it never failed. I would always be waiting for that sentence, so I could throw on my annoyed look and sit and stare at them for a minute before I took in a breath. "My parents were hippies."

It was always my explanation. It wasn't really completely true. The hippie era was long gone before I was born. It was more like, my parents WANTED to be hippies, and after I was born, they failed completely. It wasn't long though before someone caught on. It was my first day on the job at the game store, and I was working with one of the boys who I hadn't meet yet. His name was carol. Which was odd because he didn't look like a carol, and he thought the same thing. So, He always introduced himself as Duce. Which didn't make much more since to me because he didn't look like one of them either. I guess it was just a guy thing. He wanted to seem cooler. It just made him look like a bigger nerd. He was six foot tall, which was tall to me because I was short, and he was large and round. A head full of curly orange hair and an equally orange goatee. Always walking around in a large red t-shirt and gym shorts.

I just smiled though and shook his hand. "I'm Honeysuckle." I said, and then I waited. He too did the double take, asked the question and waited while I glared. "My Parents were Hippies."

Then he raised and eyebrow. "Isn't that always the generic excuse?"

I'm a Loser baby...

and I'm Still alive.

 

 At least, I thought I was. The day had been slow and boring, and I had spent most of it sitting cross legged on a high rolling chair, leaning far across the glass counter, reading a Game Pro magazine. The occasional customer would walk in, look around at all the games we had, and walk out. I think I made two sales total. That was fine because they weren't really sales, no commission for me. All I did was answer questions to anyone who asked them.The true fun in working in a video game store was the countless amounts of free games I got, and all the talk I did with the boys about video games. I would have talked forever. Unfortunately, There was only one boy at the store at the moment, and he was to busy playing on a new DS to talk to me. He also thought video games were strictly for guys. Ha! 

 

That wasn't the reason why I thought I had died though. Nope. The door's bell was the last thing I would have heard if who walked in next actually killed me. It was him. That guy. The one guy who every girl has a crush on in high school, but he doesn't feel the same. He always goes for those better girls, and we are left screaming at our walks: "He is so stupid!!! He doesn't even realize that I am the best thing for him!!! Not that stupid Bimbo!!!" The thing was, I thought I got rid of him when I graduated. I hadn't seen him for over a year. He didn't go to my college, he didn't even live in the same area as me. It was at least 30 minutes from my house to his. Why he was here. I had no idea. 

 

See, the thing was, this wasn't just some normal jock big shot guy. He wasn't the best looking in the school. He was actually in the chest club, as well as a physic teacher's favorite student, and one of those weird kids who didn't play in high school band, but followed the band everywhere, and he played video games. Halo mostly, with his friends. All the girls in high school asked me what I saw in him. He wasn't that creepy, most of his friends where band kids. He was really smart, and really funny, along with one of the few people left who believed in chivalry. He was super tall, like 6'5" about, and really lanky and skinny. I could remember every detail of his face from high school too. Like his dark curly hair, dimples, deep green eyes, and crooked teeth. His hands where long and feminine too. I thought he was beautiful. He thought I was crazy.

That is why when I looked up to see who was walking in, I thought I died, or I at least felt my heart stop. It was him. That guy, but the look on his face was not that sweet laughing on I knew. Instead he had come in confident, which was something else that he wasn't. His green eyes flashed at me, and a smirk was on his lips only allowing one dimple to show. It was like slow motion for me until he turned to look at Xbox games while a friend of his went to look for another game. I couldn't help by try and read my magazine, though I was peering over the edge watching his back until is friend finally broke the silence. "Dude, they don't have it, lets go." I felt my whole body heat up like a thermometer. Happy and sad that he was going to be leaving. He turned and nodded at him, then looked over his shoulder at me and smiled before taking his long stride steps to the door, pushing it open slowly and exited.

I was still dead. He came back. He found me. I knew I would see him again. I knew I would anticipate the day he walked in again, like I did in high school, and that's what killed me.

 

I'm A loser baby...

So why don't you kill me?

Oh, sure. I went to college and all that good stuff, but It wasn't were my heart was. I was going for me General Education, but that was about it. I was in an odd place for a girl. During High School, I roped in to a group of video gaming nerds, nerds who eventually grew up to open a local video gaming store. It was small, and had games for every system out there. It was a place for true nerds, ones who knew Atari and stuff at the age of sixteen in the year 2010. Those kind of nerds. I was always one of those nerds; I just didn't know that I wasn't alone. Not until High School at least. I would spend all my time playing games with my guy friends until early hours of the morning. I barely spent time on my homework, and I never had a job until the gaming store opened. Somehow I got by with decent grades, and the ability to go into a community college. I was completely fine with that though. I loved where I was in life more than anything. That's what made me a loser, and that's what made me so odd. I was a girl, a girl who was a great video gamer, a girl who had a job at a video game store with a bunch of guys who had beards and dirty T-shirts. I was a girl who loved the controller, who loved games like Halo and Call of Duty. I was a loser baby, and No one could kill me.

An Itch To Scratch. {Reposted}

Beauty was everywhere. Beauty is everywhere. I just so happen to see it at the oddest times, and in the oddest people. This time, his name was Nick. He was in a class of mine the previous semester, but I didn't know his name then. However, this semester, he was in two of my classes, and the way I formally meet him was in control of my sociology instructor. She had paired us together as partners for a one time, first day, in class activity. His hair was long, shoulder length, and he always wore a bandanna around his forehead then. Now, more than half way through the semester, his hair had been cut for a couple of weeks now. It was big for him, I knew because I had cut all my hair off a couple years ago. I could remember that scared, sad feeling, and they way he talked about the hair cut in class made it most apparent he didn't want it cut. He was doing so to get a job, and that was the only reason. None the less, even with this constant attention, it wasn't until just yesterday that the swing cross that hung from his left ear caught my eye. It was new. I knew that because if it wasn't, it wouldn't have taken me this long to notice him completely. That was that odd time. The odd time for beauty to find me. It was then, when I was walking into my sociology class, I spotted Nick talking to his friend; that cross swinging back and forth from his laughing. For that moment, time froze for my mind to take it all in. His hair cut revealed the roundness of his face and his distinct jaw line and chin. His chin had neatly groomed hair that wasn't to thick. His smile gleamed with brilliance; all of his white teeth were in line. The dark metal of his cross earring clung to the soft ear lobe that sat behind small side burns. It only accent his ears just enough to be painful. It swung by his strong neck showing off the muscles and helping his face look more mysterious. His dark golden green eyes glanced up at me through thick dark eyelashes and he ran a hand through his dark blond hair that was spiked just enough to look cool and shadow his eyes at the same time. He smirked at me with his full lips and for that long moment I saw nothing but perfection. That's the funny part. In that second were I think I saw that perfection, that's the moment I constantly wanted to seek out the imperfection. I couldn't take my eyes off him until I found that imperfection. I smiled as I sat down in my seat. Thank god I had class with him every day. I got impatient when I couldn't satisfy my curiosity. Now I had an itch to scratch.

If all

If all your Happiness was in the Same place as all your Sorrows... Where would you go? I would like to know, so I can go there. Maybe there will be more happiness... but that is all I want. Some place that will keep me happy, and would actually stay that way. Because even with my many attempts to keep it joyful, were still in the dark, and no one else will shine their flashlight but me. I'm tired, and my flashlight is running low on batteries. I need someone to help me, but they rather sit and stay in the dark.

I really...

Don't have much to write about today... The weather went cold and it took my creativity with it. O.o It sucks... Boo... But hopefully something will come up! I love being creative! And spring makes that happen, so spring, please come back. I beg you.

Impulse Writing. This might not make sence.

It was beautiful out. I loved it. But all I could do was watch the birds chirp from the other side of an open window. I took in deep breaths of the fresh spring air and pushed my dark hair behind my ear. My creativity was in a jam... again. This was no fun for me. I wasn't big on sports, or big on playing outside. I just wanted to write. That was all.

I spun around in may chair to sit correctly and pulled my notebook and pen onto my lap. I glared at the blank stripped paper for a minute.

"Come on, Absol, Where are you today?" I asked quietly.

"I'm right here, Myka." I heard the melodic male tone of my favorite character. I looked up to see a tall mysterious beautiful dark red haired man. Gold eyes like liquid looked down at me through extremely long eyelashes. I smiled at him.

"Where have you been?" I asked getting comfortable. I knew this would be a long story.

Good {Time -o- Day}

How are you? I am creating this because I have a need to write, and I need one more writing outlet among my so many others! So, as I hope you know, I love to write, and that's what I will do! :D I love smiley faces... so you might see a bunch of those: :3 Is my favorite. This is intended to be very informal, and very choppy. I don't think anything will fit together. BUT, I will try and help you know what story is what and what jazz, the best I can. :D Soooooooooo... Without further ado....... I might not update a bunch, but then again, I might, So Here We Come World Of Writing! XD