to explain the unforgivable.

[damien[anderson]]

To un-explain the unforgivable,
Drain all the blood and give the kids a show.
By streetlight this dark night,
A séance down below.
There're things that I have done,
You never should ever know!

TAGGED FOR MARIE

Dae had never been necessarily ‘gothic’. It’s not like he carried around a knife everywhere and cut himself randomly, and yelling, “I enjoy the pain” or whatever. He just…well, you know. Looked like a Goth. People called him ‘emo’ or ‘gothic’ all the time. At first he got really annoyed by it, but he got used to it and just ignores who ever said it. Is it impossible to be just, you know, un-social and still not be classified as ‘emo’?

Dae thought about this the whole time from when he left his apartment to the time where he found himself at the park. Stupid, stupid parents. A few years back, his parents kicked him out of the house and made him stay in a stuffy old apartment separate from them. They were ashamed of him. They didn’t want a goth for a son. His parents were very high class and rich. They didn’t want to be known as ‘the parents of that goth kid’. So they paid the rent for the apartment and shoved him in there.

Dae was un-social and rather shy, that’s why he came off so dark. He didn’t talk to much people, and when he did, it was only to his best friends. The most talking he could ever do was on IM, and that didn’t really count. Meeting Marie- after not being able to see her for a week- was a joy for poor Dae.

Well, he wasn’t necessarily ‘poor’; he was rather fortunate and lucky. He was able to land a job at that new place, Rage Models as soon as it opened. He was now an alternative model- so he was supposed to model ‘gothic’ clothes and such. He was basically sure he only got the job because of his looks- you know, the lip piercing and everything, but still, he was proud of himself.

Marie. O, she was such a sweetie to Dae. Childhood friends- they’d been partners in crime since age…what? 14? Dae held her close when she was sad, and she would support him all the way. You wouldn’t expect someone like Marie and someone like Dae to end up being best of friends. I mean, they’re total opposites. Well, as they say- opposites do attract.

Dae’s green eyes scanned the park as he arrived, his skateboard tucked under his arm. He found Marie easily- all you had to do was look for the luscious blonde curls. He came up behind her. “Boo!” he said playfully, as he taped her shoulders quickly. “The newest…err…’sexy’ model is here.” The nineteen year old stroke his black, straight hair, a smile cast upon his face.

And without you is how I disappear,
And live my life alone forever now.
And without you is how I disappear,
And live my life alone forever now.

MCR lyrics.

[` marie ryan]

Marie,

Sun shone down apon the blonde female, over sized glasses pearched atop a crown of golden curls, which reflected the sunlight quite nicely on a day like today. A leather leash extended from her hand, a black and white pup, Stanton, casually sniffing at random plants, positively wrapped up on deciding were to pee. The wind tickled her skin lightly, but it was the good kind of wind, the warm kind. An absent minded smile lit up her pale, pretty feautres, and she walked along, her ballet flats patting down the lush grass as she stepped. Milk Chocolate gaze wandered about, that ones specail boy on her oh so full mind.

Ha, Dae. How cute he was, it was strange how she thought that, when really, they were nothign alike. It was like black and white, purity and impurity. Heaven and Hell. So simple yet so comlicated, that was how their friendship was. Jean encased legs moved her petite bodic forth, her height had nothing added to it to day, seeing as she was in flats. She would be shorter then him more then usual now, which always made her feel like she had a slight disadvantage, but she loved him all the same, no matter if she was five four, or five six. Foot kicked at a weed slightly, her gaze apon the pup for a moment, then back to the sky, watching the fluffy alabastor clouds. It was like a childhood habit, she always looked for those shapes in the sky.

Innocence would probably be the best way to describe her. Though, maybe not entirely, because it was not long ago that she had the lifestyle of a whore, swinging, sleeping. But that was Jenny's fault. Though, not entirely, but it felt good to put the blame on someone that you weren't particularly happy with, or even speaking too, but it would probably be wise to take some responsibility, but of course she would take the easy way out, she always did. It some how was just easier to blame the hated Jenny, then beat herself up over it. It was just easier, to let her have it all, and just forget about it in blissful arrogance, like the teenager she had been. But that was the past, and this was the present, and she was supposed to be meeting Dae.

She felt a warm touch apon her delicate shoulders, and she almost jumped, the suprise of someone else scaring most of the wits out of her. Thin hand heald her heart as she turned, her golden locks catching the light, her chocolate gaze resting apon her friend form, an even bigger smile lighting up her face. The preoccupied Stanton looked up from examining a blade of grass, he gave one light back, tongue lolling from his chomps, before returning to his business. Marie smiled gently, standing on her tip toes and placing a gentle kiss apon his cheek. She came back down to her normal height, looking up at the onyx locked boy, her own golden curls falling gently across her shoulders.

Delicate ears heard his words, and a tiny chuckle emitted from her pink lips. Yes, sexy, very. She always teased him about it, secretly loving every part of the goofy smile he gave her. It had been too long, the longest they had been apart in fact. It seemed like an era. Pink lips opened for a moment, delicate lyrics emitting from them.

"Ha, jesus kid you scared me. Congrats, but like I said. You can be all look, but no touch."

She said it in a playful tone, she of course was kidding. They could touch all they liked, but not at the expense of her being a tad bit jealous.

[damien[anderson]]

Dae put on his usual goofy smile. “Thanks, you’re the best.” The kiss was a bit shocking- she hadn’t done it in a while. He had to stop himself from touching where she had planting her lips on his pale, almost white skin. He just smiled. Really, Marie was the only one could actually make him smile. Dae usually never smiled, and when he did, it was a bit odd. It’s not like he smiled all the time and he knew how to do it.

Winter. He loved that season almost as much as fall. The cool air whipped through- stingy his eyes ever so slightly, but then the breeze soon went away. Winter was always so nice in L.A. - being so hot. Winter was like another fall, but nicer. HE brushed his hair behind his hair. He loved his hair. It was naturally dirty blonde- but he hated it like that so he dyed it black. Thank goodness it was naturally straight.

His parents were not really happy about the whole hair thing- and they especially weren’t happy when he told them that it was permanent. Then they really got mad when he came home with his lip pierced twice. Rebel? Yes, my friend, you could say that. He hates his parents. He thinks that they ruined his life.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, lovely.” He said with an amused little smile. They loved to tease each other with the whole ‘love’, ‘dear’, ‘sexy beast’ sort of thing. He put his arm around her shoulder. She was shorter then himself, making this quite easy. He was rather tall- over 6 feet. He squeezed her shoulder. They started them off on a pleasant little walk like they did many times.

“So, what’s been going on with you?” he asked. “Anything…exciting?” his smile didn’t seem to want to disappear from his face. His petite lips formed a perfect semi-circle. He nose was slightly wrinkled at the end when he smiled. He squeezed her shoulder again. Ah, his dear Marie. He loved seeing her. She was basically the only friend he really had, besides just some neutral friends.

His hand hung loosely on her shoulder. He walked down the little sidewalk, never letting go of Marie. He passed the little kids playing on the swing sets, and the mothers pushing them on the swing. Pure ecstasy was on most of the kid’s faces. He felt that ecstasy now. Perhaps ecstasy was contagious, or something.

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[` marie ryan]

Marie,

It was quite funny really, how they could tease and kiss each other with no real attactments. Friends they would be for life, she was sure of that. Her own smile widened, seeing that goofy grin apon his pale features, it made her just nuts, seeing him happy. She loved alot of things that he did, the casual teasing, the way he put his arm around her. He was like her big brother, her very tall, big brother. Shoulders felt the weight of his arm and they walked along gently, looking quiet odd in the height difference. But oh well. Stanton continued along beside them , occasionally stopping to smell the flowers, what a quirky dog.

Delicate ears heard his words, her chocolate eyes coming up to look at him. A light smile decorated her pretty features, and the wind tickled her golden curls making them dance about her shoulders. Lightly lined eyes looked apon his pale features, biting the cornor of her lip gently. He was such a funny kid, not like many of the other people she had met in her life, who were either womanizers, or were seriouse. She loved how she could just be herself around him, and how he accepted her past and the lifestyle she used to live, in fact, he helped her with it, and with Jenny. It had been him, that whole time, who had pulled her out of that rut. He had been there, and she hoped, that she had offered at least the fraction of the help to him aswell.

A light chuckle came out at the word lovely, like it always did for him when she swatted him on the backside, or when she called him 'sexxy'. There had been laughter the whole time, and not once had they fought, well, that was an understatment, they fought all the time, constantly bickering, costantly challenging each other. But in the end it ended up well, and no matter how many times he protested, she usually won. All she had to do was put on that fake out and he would come trotting over, to save her. That was when she would jump on his back and demand piggy back rides, ah, the joys of being young.

She felt the squease, and heard his lyrics, her own flowing from gently glossed lips.

"Ahh, nothing, the usual. Sleeping in and praying to god that Stanton behaves himself when I leave. But what about you, any girlfriends I should critique, and/or scare away? Any people new in life?"

She wrinkled her nose lightly, she was kidding of course. Stanton tugged on the leash rather hard, barking playfully at one of the children. A child about five wandered up to them, his pretty blue eyes looking at the dog, a thumb in his mouth. A young hand came down, patting the pup gently on the head, before giggling and ambling away. The pup looked slightly let down, sorry that his friend wouldn't stay to play. He whined abit, but then dropped it, pouncing at a bug that wiggled through the grass.

[damien[anderson]]

His arm still around her shoulders, he flipped his hair from his eyes. His dark black hair was always getting in the way. Since he had flipped it, he could now see clearly and show off his almost perfect green eyes. His eyes- besides is hair- is probably one of his best features. His eyes seem so soft, that you want to touch them. He didn't get why guys nowadays liked they're hair all sloppy and in their face. What was wrong with showing they're eyes?

He watched the dog as he listening to Marie's calm, soothing voice. The dog was quite adorable. He followed the pair along on their little walk happily- stopping at some points to poke his head into some flowers. "Haha." he chuckled. The whole praying thing made him smile, too. God, Marie made him smile a lot.

So, most people would call Dae and Marie brother and sister. Usually Dae opposed to this, saying that siblings usually fight a lot, and they never do. But now that he thought about it, yes, they were like brother and sister to each other. Caring, kind, and loving- that's what they're relationship revolved around.

The second question made him smile even bigger, some of his teeth shown through his mouth. "No, no. I'm single, baby." Sheesh, he watched too many movies. He always liked to quote them. ("Asta lavista, baby!") "But, no, not really any new people, unless you count the casting director at Rage." he said. He let his hand drop from her shoulder, but instead he took her little hand in his.

"C'mon." he lead her to the little play ground equipment. The goofy smile still remaining on his face, he let go of her hand and sat down on one of the swings. "Sit." he said playfully, as he pointing to another swing. He pale skin seemed to be a bit brighter that day. Usually it was basically white and pale. People would ask him if put powder on his face or something, and some woman would ask him if he was sick. Curious, Dae was.

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[` marie ryan]

Marie,
Marie smiled. There had always been a few random people he had stumbled across, that usually fell instantly in love with her Dae. It had been an occasional worry, not even; a thought, that someone might take her place. But then, she would realise that they had been together for about five years, and that you don't just throw that all away, and therefore, they never had. They had grown up together, puberty was a rough time. All those emotions and feelings, but they had gotten through it, they always did. Just like a brother and sister they were there for each other. They were practically family, they stuck together in hard times.

Well, maybe not so much family or a brother. For there had been kisses and touching that had gone on between them that just didn't go on between a brother and a sister. And if it did, then Jesus that is sick. Just wrong on so many levels, and in so many ways.It gave Marie shudders just thinking about it. Her shoulder felt bare when his arm left it, but then she felt his hand on hers, tugging her to the swings. A chuckle emitted from her glossy pink lips, and a smile decorated her pretty pale features. Children were slowly disappering, for the lunch time mark was in that range. They all left the play ground with their mothers, going to stuff their pudgy faces with macaroni and cheese.

Marie came up to the swing set, watching Dae sit down apon one. She walked to one of the poles, tying Stanton there, who plopped down in the grass next to the swing, tucking his head in and having a nap in the sun. Marie stood for a moment, testing the knot, before turning to Dae, and lowering her petite frame into the swing beside him. Chocolate pools looked off into the park, a silent smile on her face. The wind flirted with her golden curls, and she scuffed her feet in the sand under the swings, her gaze flicking to the ground at the moment, and then to the boy beside her. It was amazing how that boy could make her feel hot and cold at the same time. She loved his bright green eyes, not even a natural colour you would think, but they were, all natural. She wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him, giggling slightly.

Marie made the swing move, back and forth. She hadn't been on swings since she was very little. She slowed back down again, just sitting, her cheek resting on the chain that healed the swing up. A happy sigh escaped her, and she fidgited lightly. Chocolate gaze looked over to Dae, lips emitting a few lyircs.

"So, why are we here?"

It was a simple question, but she didn't care about it's answer. As long as she got to spend a little time with him, she'd be content and happy, just as she usually was with him. He made her happy, much more then any other guy in her life. She thought painfully of all those guys that she had slept with a few years back, and she remembered exactly who was there to help her. Dae.

[damien[anderson]]

Dae distracted himself as Marie tied her dog to the pole. He watched the few remaining children play a battle with their mother. (“But I don’t wanna go, Mommy!” one of the children wailed. “Come on, it’s lunch time, baby.” The mother tried to coax her children into the car.) When she finally got them in, she slammed the door shut and drove off quickly. He just kept smiling this. His eyes seemed to be locked on the car. He watched them drive off until he could see them no longer.

By this time Marie had sit next to him on the swing. When she started swinging, he started as well. He pushes his legs back and forth to pump himself to go higher and higher. His pale, thin fingers gripped tightly on the swing’s rope that kept the swing secure to the set itself. “No reason. I just wanted to talk a bit. Well, you know.” He shrugged. “Just for fun, I guess. I haven’t ridden one of these in ages.”

Marie and Dae met in high school. She caught his eye on the first day. She was in more then half his classes. He actually asked her out the first time they met. But, the relationship didn’t work out- it was rather awkward- so they just stayed friends. Eventually they grew very, very tight. Marie was the only one that could make him smile- nevertheless actually talk- she kind of brought him out of the social shadows.

High school brought many complications. He remembered clearly all those times that Marie spilled about a guy she had just recently slept with, and Dae would listen intently. Then when bad relationships with other guys occurred, he would hold her and let her cry on his shoulder. It didn’t really matter that they talked about things like Marie sleeping with another guy with someone like Dae- they were just that tight. At the moment, the deal that they were both of opposite sex didn’t mean much.

He put his feet on the ground to stop the swing. He looked over at Marie. They had they’re own flings, he was completely aware of that. I mean, Dae fell instantly for Marie. It didn’t hurt that they had- indeed- exchanged many kisses and had their moments where they actually almost had…it. But Dae brought them back to their senses and they stopped before they went too far.

Marie seemed to never want to stop. She seemed so energetic. Well, at least from Dae’s point of view. Dae got tired easily. Again, opposites attract.

[occ- ick, so sorry. I would have done better if I didn't have to go.]

[` marie ryan]

Marie,
It had been a long five years, actually, it had been a short five years. It had seemed just like last week when she first ever talked to Dae, he had stumbled up to her desk, a shy smile on his pale features. She had thought him cute, determined to pull him out of the shyness. That next friday they had gone to one of those romantic comedy's at the imax, but that ended up being retarded, and speant most of their time watching another couple make out, while trying to hit them on the top of the head with popcorn. It was just something best friends would do, and when it came to the goodbye kiss that night, niether of them just couldn't bring themselves to do it, realizing that it was much better just laughing together. That was five whole years ago.

There had been those nights, when Marie was deep into that stage of swinging, and stripping, that the sexual stuff didn't seem so awkward. It didn't seem so wrong, in the fact that they were just friends, but of course, Marie had no common sense, not like now. Dae had taken care of her, because if sex had ruined Dae like it had ruined everything else with any other person she had slept with, she'd still be swinging. Dae had been in her life too long to not leave it with out severly hurting her, possibly both of them. She loved him for the fact that he put up with all her energy, and kept going untill the point that he couldn't stand. But still, they had fun, they always did.

Delicate ears heard his lyrics, and golden head turned, her blonde curls swaying lightly. She'd talk with him anytime, anywhere, under any circumstaince. That's how much she loved her Dae. A smile flicked across delicate features, her chocolate gaze holding his emerald one. He had the most beautiful eyes, the most amazing ones she'd ever seen. She suspected that he didn't realize how adorable he really was, caught up in his shyness to other people that he didn't really care if he was cute or not. He'd make a great model, he really would. While she, on the other hand, it was her destiny to continue to fold shirts at Amercian Eagle, no buts about it. It was bitter sweet really, she wouldn't have to do any work, but money would be just a tad tight, but Daddy would always help her out in that situation, he always did.

Pink lips opened slighly, words emitting from her throat.

"Aww, well, that's good. As for the swings, I destinctly remember the last time I rode on one. I was five."

A light chuckle emitted from her, She pumped her legs back and worth, making it go just a little bit high, for she was slightly frightened of heights. She had been afraid of a lot of things after her little swing spell. It had slightly tramatized her, and she refused to do anything remotely daring. But now, she was growing out of it, and going slowly back to her old self, the fun self Dae used to know. In this case, change wasn't a good thing, for it took a perfectly strong girl, and turned her fragile.

[damien[anderson]]

“So, what to talk about?” he asked with a shrug, his smile finally fading away. Now his lips just meant pure boredom. This was how their conservations always started. Dae would say, “What to talk about?” and then Marie would answer, “Oh, I don’t know. Anything you want to talk about.” Then Dae would bring something up that they would talk ages about. It was how it always went. It would probably be that way forever.

He pumped his legs back and forth again. He rose a bit higher and higher gradually. His dark, jet black hair got into his face again. He tried to ignore it. He knew that there was no point in trying to put it behind his hair; it would just get back in his face again.

“This is actually quite fun.” He said with a small smile. “I’ve been missing out on a lot for the past….oh, 11 years.” He hadn’t ridden one of these since he was quite the young boy. He remembered coming to this very park as a young boy. But then he had his old, dirty blonde hair- back then he actually liked his hair. His little midget self would run and play own the swing set or play on the see saw with his mother. Believe it or not, he also liked his mother then, as well.

He was never- or rarely- at home. Well, actually his doesn’t even call it home. He calls it prison. The beige colored walls and unfriendly atmosphere didn’t really suit Dae well. He only went back to that place to sleep. The rest of the time he was out and about in the fabulous city of L.A. Well, it was fabulous most of the time, anyway. His apartment was one of the really terrible cheap-o ones.

There wasn’t much to do at ‘home’. All there was a bed and an island where the kitchen was supposed to be, but it was empty. Dae usually went out for food. He had this odd ability to not be able to cook whatsoever. All he could do was make cereal, and it basically came made anyway.

Marie had always been his friend and guidance counselor, now that you think about it. She helped him become more social. She helped him with loads of things that a normal friend usually wouldn’t do. But in this case, they were partners in crime. Well, it’s not like they would commit a crime, anyway. But they were that. If Dae wanted to do something, Marie would be right next to him, agreeing with him.

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[` marie ryan]

Marie,
Blonde female, to think of it, hadn't been home in over a year. It was one of the reasons she had gotten a place of her own, because Jenny had moved back in, and they weren't on speaking terms. Actually, it was a lot of one sided conversations through locked doors, Jenny, shouting, begging for forgiveness, eventually leting out a few cuss words and giving up. Marie had always blamed her for the loss of her innocence. Even though she shouldn't have trusted her well being with her sister, so yes, Marie was partly to blame. She could of walked out anytime, but she got sucked into that whorish life, and she couldn't get it all back, no matter how hard she tried. It was just another thing that had gone wrong.

Legs swung, back and forth; back and forth. The wind blew her golden curls back off her shoulders, but she slowed, before getting too high. Ballet flats skimmed the sand ground, kicking some up in the air. What fools they must look like, two nineteen year olds riduclously out grown for this sort of thing. And yet, there they were, almost adults, swinging on the swings, talking like the kids they were at heart. They enjoyed most parts of their life, especailly each other, so even if they had to make complete fools of them selfs to have the most wicked time ever, then they would.

Delicate ears heard his lyrics, and she looked over at him, knowing exactly what he wanted her to say, or the routine of what they usually said. It was like tradition, and who was one to break that? A smile flitted momentairly across her features, and she laughed lightly, her petal pink lips opening, her own soft voals emitting.

"Oh, I don't know, anything you want to talk about."

Chocolate eyes watched him, taking in everything about him, his unatural, but amazing black hair, his intense emerald eyes, the purity that his skin seemed to hold, seeing as it was so pale. He was so familar to her, but for some reason, she felt distant, like she could never get enough time with him, or like there would never be enough of him. She was selfish in that way, for she wanted him all to herself. It was normal, she supposed, for a girl to want her very best friend with her at all times. After all, they looked great together, and they got along more then any female she ever really had. But people often thought they were going out, or they were brother and sister. Friendship was never in anybody's minds but their own. Well, most of the time.

"What are you doing tonight?"

[damien[anderson]]

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears

Dae had always wanted a dog. He had never gotten around to getting one, though. As a young boy he had always wanted to get one of those Great Danes. Watching Marie's dog made him want to get one. However, the young boy knew he could probably never be able to take care of it. He was never at home, and he was probably to lazy to feed it or wash it or anything it took to keep it healthy.

He dug his black Nikes into the sand to stop the swing again. His hands still clasped to the ropes holding the swing, he decided not to swing that high. He might break the swing- he was rather big. Marie wouldn't break it though, being so thin and all. Dae put on his goofy smile again as she said her usual, "Oh, I don't know, anything you want to talk about."

He paused at this question. No, he wasn't doing anything. He was always not doing anything. But the whole modeling thing could get in the way of spending time with Marie. They said that they would have a test shoot sometime soon. "Nah. did you want to go somewhere special, or something?"

He just noticed something. Why were most of his friends female? He didn't really have much guy friends...at all. They were all girls that he hung out with. He pondered this with a moment. Usually, most guys have best friends that are guys, and the only girls they know are their girlfriends. This was to be added to 'The-Weird-Things-About-Dae' list in his mind.

They probably looked very ridiculous. Two grown people- their butts barely fitting on the swing- we chatting away happily as if they were 5 on the swing set- it was very strange indeed. Well, he was with Marie, and that was what mattered, basically. If he was with Marie, he was happy and content. Partners in crime....and soul mates, they were. Well, they weren’t going to get married- well, probably not- or anything. So they were about 85% soul mates.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.

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[` marie ryan]

Marie,
Blonde female pumped her legs, the memories of her childhood flashing back, colliding with the thoughts of the opinion she had about the swing set. One night, in pariticular, when her parents went out, the annual charity ball. Jenny and Marie stayed home, watching some dumb movie, eating all the junk food they could find. She thought at first, that it would be a normal night, like real sisters, but her hopes were painfully crashed down around them, as the doorbell rang. Jenny lept up, and Marie noticed that under her bath robe wasn't her normal pajamas, but black lingere. Jenny stood in the doorway, and a tall, dark male stepped in, her sister giggling, twirling a long brunette lock around her finger.

They had disappered into the bedroom they had shared, their moans and slight screams leaking through the walls, Marie remembering painfully as they came out two hours later, their hair messed up, the males' shirt untucked. She couldn't even bare to look at either of them, and locked herself in her parent's bed room, cozied up under the comforter. When their parents came home around 2 in the morning, they found her safe asleep, figuring that she had a bad dream, to oblivious and unwilling to see the real truth. As the years went by, Marie never told them about that night, she never told anyone. Exccept one person. Guess who?

Female shivered lightly, looking down at the sand, the smile disappering on her pale features. Brow furrowed lightly, and she wrapped her hand tigher around the chain that heald the swing up. That was many years ago, when she was twelve. It was hard to believe her sister started that path so early, and by the next year that Marie would be dragged into it aswell. How could it be that she craved so much approval from her sister, that she did everything and anything she told her too. She only wanted to be accepted by the person she loved most in the world. But now, Jenny happened to be the most hated person, and the person she loved most was right beside her, talking to her, making things right.

Delicate ears heard his questioning voice. Now that she thought about it, she didn't want to go anywere involving people. She wanted him to herself. So it would be home she wanted to go. His or hers it didn't matter. She just needed to get out, away. She turned to him, golden curls swaying lightly. A smile was forced slightly apon her features, but then became real, as his goofy smile appeared on his pale features. He could always make her smile. Always. Pink lips opened, lyrics emitting.

"Well, do you wanna go home? We could watch a movie."

She smiled, her thin, yet curvy frame rose from the swing. Her stride moving to Stanton, untying his leash and holding it, the pup moving to his four paws. Marie moved toward Dae, her hand heald out, a smile apon her features.

"Let's go."