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Post by ashton cole johnson on Jul 25, 2009 21:05:05 GMT -5
He was bored. Bored out of his mind. He couldnt get a hold of pete and not that pete had to be there whenever he needed him, but really he could at least answer a phone right? Whatever, maybe his battery ran out or something. either way he was going stir crazy not doing anything and just nothing else seemed to keep his interest. He layed back on his bed, his leg tapping over the side of it as he tried to think of something he could do.
As he layed there, nothing seemed to come in mind. He really just wanted pete to be around so they could hang out. He usually kept him pretty sane, at least he thought so. Humming under his breath his foot started to move faster and faster till finally it was annoying hisself. He let out a frustrated growl and pushed himself up off his bed. Standing there he put his hands on his hips and looked around. Something something something, to do. NOTHING!
He tried pete again but still nothing. There was a part of him that was worried already, it wasnt like pete, then again there were sometimes when it would randomly happen. He told himself this was one of those times and he needed to stop overr eacting. He just had nothign better to do, might as well over react.
Shaking his head he turned and headed out of his room. He needed to go for a walk, needed to get out of that builiding. He didnt bother with a taxi he had no destination after all. Ashton just got out of the building and started walking. He barely even saw anything that was around him. He was so stuck inside of his head it was a wonder how he maneuvered around things but he managed.
It wasnt till he was knocked into a bit heavily that he looked around himself and found himself at navy pier. There were quite a few tourists this weekend. Tourists pissed him off. He rolled his eyes and moved through the crowd. There were lines for the ferris wheel and people hoarding around the booths. Shaking his head he turned and made his way down towards the side and leaned against the rail. The one good thing about the pier was the sight it offered. It was seriously an amazing sight. A small smile appeared on his face and he sighed, content. Finally calming, thats how amazing it looked right now.
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Post by lyla nicole anderson on Jul 27, 2009 8:30:03 GMT -5
A rather violent coughing fit stirred Lyla from her sleep. She covered her mouth and doubled over, crossing her arms over her stomach. Lyla crawled over her bed, rushing to the bathroom. Sickness wasn't new to Lyla. Bending over, Lyla rested her hands on the toilet seat and coughed until she was sure the feeling in her stomach was just from the coughing. It had to be the yearly bout of bronchitis. Because of the eating disorder Lyla had developed quite some time ago, her immune system was shot. She didn't get enough of the essential nutrients needed to keep a strong immune system. That was her little secret though. Most people looked at Lyla and thought her life was as plain and unexciting as anyones... and really Lyla preferred that. She wasn't the type of person that would draw unneeded attention to herself. Lyla had learned at a very young age that if she didn't want anyone to know something, then she shouldn't tell it. And Lyla hadn't. She never even wrote about herself in her own journal.
Lyla slowly moved back into her room and toward her closet. After changing into a simple outfit consisting of khaki capris, a dark gray t-shirt, a golden locket that she never went without, and a pair of pure white Keds, Lyla decided that she probably just needed some fresh air. She made her bed and tidied up a bit before she stepped out the door and locked it behind her. As Lyla walked down the hall she covered her mouth, coughing more. She really hated being sick... but she hated being considered fat more than that so naturally she chose one over the other. Lyla constantly thought of how disappointed her father had been when he found out. He told her that it wasn't like her to do something like that, but Lyla had to disagree on the basis that not even she knew what was like her and what wasn't. Her favorite expression to hear was "you're not that kind of girl". The people that said that generally couldn't understand that Lyla had no clue about what kind of girl she was. Really, the best Lyla knew was that she was some quiet girl who like to watch people and draw.
After making it outside Lyla began to walk. She didn't like cabs and rarely took them. Walking had never bothered her. After all of the Army camps she had been to how could it? Again Lyla pulled into her defensive state, wrapping her arms around her stomach as she walked. She had no idea where she was going. Lyla figured that she would just walk and wherever she needed to be was where she would end up. It was a crazy theory that Lyla herself wasn't even sure of. She took in the sights, sounds, and smells of the city. Chicago was really a wonder itself, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to be in Chicago forever... maybe if she found a good reason. Forever seemed like a long time to her. Lyla watched the people, naturally, as she walked. It seemed like mostly couples were out and walking about. She saw one couple, a young couple, sitting on a bench. The girl was small and petite and the boy was tall and slender. Lyla didn't like how the boy didn't even seem to care about what the girl was telling him. As Lyla passed she heard a bit of the conversation and frowned. The girl had asked him if he wanted to meet her parents, which was a can of worms for any couple she knew, to which the boy replied that he didn't think they were that serious.
The next couple Lyla came across gave her an idea about where to go at least. This was an older couple who looked like they had stood the test of time with flying colors. Lyla passed by the couple, watching them argue briefly about what they should do for the day. The elderly woman said she wanted to go down to the navy pier and the expression on the elderly man clearly said that he did not want to go there. But Lyla smiled when the old man said that he would make sure she got to go to the navy pier. That was what Lyla had always pictured love as being... compromise. Lyla turned swiftly, heading toward the navy pier. Another coughing fit took hold of her as she began to cross the street. Her body shook so badly that she had to stop walking for a second. Before she knew it an older gentleman was helping her across. Lyla looked up, dazed, "You'll get yourself killed stopping in the middle of a Chicago street if you're not careful." The man said to her. Lyla only nodded that she understood and continued on.
Lyla loved the navy pier even if it happened to be covered in tourists from time to time. She looked around, trying to decide what she should do. There were many attractions at the navy pier, but Lyla had never really taken the time to notice before. Now that she did, well, Lyla couldn't make up her mind. As Lyla walked on she saw a familiar figure leaning on the rail and looking out over the water. Lyla had only seen Ashton in person once or twice, but had never spoken to him. The only time she had really spoken to Ashton was on the chat... which was a little awkward, she had to admit, but it was mostly because of her though. The reason Lyla really knew so much about Ashton was because she was so into his story with Peter.Those two really had the most interesting story out of anyone. She had thought, at one point, that their tale might be interrupted when Peter's ex popped up out of nowhere, but she was really glad they hadn't. Lyla walked toward Ashton slowly. She didn't know if she should talk to him.
On her way over Lyla's shoe caught a lift in the concrete, causing her to fall forward. Luckily she caught herself before she could fall all the way. She regained her composure before she reached Ashton. "Hi," Lyla said softly. Her voice was really the fragile kind. Her deep blue eyes darted out over the water, taking in the scene. "It's, um... beautiful... isn't it?"
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Post by ashton cole johnson on Jul 27, 2009 21:10:10 GMT -5
Ashton was kind of antsy, he was certain pete was with his dad. Normally pete would tell him but sometimes they just missed each other and this was probably one of those times. He looked down at the water, frowning further. He sighed and tried to force it from his mind. Maybe pete would text him or something, let him know everything was okay. That would be good, he just hoped he did it soon maybe tonight. Maybe hed catch him on the chat room. He normally did, so he hoped tonight was no different, as long as petes dad wasnt bothering him.
Ashton looked back at the tranquil scene. He kind of wished he was on some island. That would be nice. He barely heard the voice beside him. Its softness mixed with his far off thoughts nearly drowned it out. He didnt say anything right away taking a moment to just look more. Finally he gave a nod. Yeah... he said. The world is full of ugly things, but then you see something beautiful and you think maybe theres hope still. he leaned forward, his elbow bending up resting on the rail as he rested his chin on his fist. He propped one foot up on the ledge keeping the other on the ground.
Ashton didnt mind her presence. She was probably one of the few... very very few that he wasnt automatically bothered by. Maybe it was because she wasnt overly excited, she didnt talk all the time, she didnt try to get into everyones business. Maybe it was all those things and the fact that she also didnt expect anything from ashton. Not that she needed to. She didnt know him, but everyone expected something no matter how much they know a person.
Ashton fell in silence again. He lifted a finger from his fisted hand under his chin and tapped at his lips. Finally he turned towards her, leaning his other arm on the railing, his side against the rails as well. What brings you down here? he asked, raising a brow as he looked at her. His expression wasnt anything really. He didnt look happy, sad, mad, content, nothing. His eyes moved from her to scan the people as a horde was coming up from behind her. They were several feet away just walking a few kids laughing and jumping, poking at each other. His lip twitched a bit. Most would think it was to go into a smile, but the rest of his face didnt suggest it. AShton didnt like kids they annoyed the hell out of him. He drew his gaze back to her.
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Post by lyla nicole anderson on Aug 1, 2009 23:31:48 GMT -5
Something seemed off about Ashton. Lyla couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew that there was something. It was really none of her business and Lyla wouldn't ask about it. She had been raised knowing that it wasn't her place to ask about things like that. Lyla couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but Ashton seemed... worried. She wished that she could help, but she had to realize that people didn't know that she knew as much about them as she did. Lyla knew all about Ashton and Peter and Blaine and their story. She had been watching the Walker brother with extra interest. They seemed to have the more involved stories. And here she was talking to a major part of the story that she constantly found herself admiring from afar.
Lyla nodded, understanding what Ashton was saying. How could she not understand? "Yes, I agree." She said softly. "Sometimes it's... hard to find the beauty though." She commented as she leaned against the railing. It was too true. At times Lyla wondered if she would ever find it again. But it was scenes like this... nature bringing calm and release to a boy who appeared to really need it... well, Lyla found it a little easier to think about it that way. What Lyla had almost stopped looking for beauty in was people. She found most people to be repulsive. There were a few people... genuinely good people... she saw that in Peter Walker. Sometimes she saw it in Carson Walker. It was amazing how beauty could hide in the mode unsuspecting people. She was sure there weren't many people in either school who considered Carson beautiful.
Lyla was just glad that Ashton wasn't pushing her away. She didn't like it when Ashton pushed people away when she would be watching the chat. She was afraid that he would do that to her. Really. Lyla never meant any harm when she spoke to someone. Ashton just... he seemed like he needed some company. Even though she didn't know Ashton personally... she felt like she had been keeping track long enough to feel slightly attached... like it was her duty to console Ashton in his one moment of need when Peter just wasn't around. When Ashton turned toward her, Lyla did her best to smile. Her chest tightened. She wanted to cough badly, but she held it back. This wasn't the time to be thinking about herself. She focused on Ashton, shrugging lightly, "I needed a little fresh air, you know?" She answered with a nod.
Unable to hold it back any longer, Lyla turned her head away and coughed into her hand, "Sorry about that." She said, trying to pass it off. Lyla hated her immune system. It always seemed to fail her. Well, that was her fault. Lyla knew that if she hadn't screwed up with that eating disorder that her immune system would be fine. She didn't really make a big deal about it though. There were people with worse problems.
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