Smokin' and Lightin' [Oliver]

[evian springs.]

Evian trotted in with four heavy garbage bags and one little pink sleeping bag. Chucking them at an empty cot; while her white ankle boots clicked, as she heaved her heavy steps. Camp, that sounds like a load of bull. Who wants to spend their time in a fucking cabin? That's not logical. Looking around, suspiciously she took out cigarettes and a lighter and went outside. Looking out she could see boys and girls. Hugging, coo-ing and reuniting. She didn't want to make friends like those kids, she wanted to go home. Romance was as well out of the question.

She thought of it. A camp boyfriend? Someone who'd take you to their cabin and wouldn't try something. That's what romance is. It's not sex, but love. "Oh jeez, I sound like a hypocrite." Her usual routine of sleeping around was crazy and insane. The booze and drugs, made her a sex-starved slut. "Whatever," instantly waving the thought off.

Looking around she lit another. Maybe romance would come, if she was a good girl. She took it out and coughed. "Fuck!" She yelled, her voice was messed, so was Evian. She jumped and grabbed the roof ledge, and hoisted herself up. Falling was like getting a bruise, so this wasn't dangerous. Sitting and thinking about back home. Her parents were probably pulling a quickie. "What losers.." she said this while puffing out a cloud, the sun caught her beautiful blonde hair. It shine of frizz and knots.

This camp's pretty big, there were lakes and leafy shits. 'Buildings?' Pondering on that thought she drew another cough and hacked.

[Oliver Flynn]

this is the story of us all

Staring blankly at the beams of his cabin, Ollie groaned out into the messy fabric of his sheets. Fingers rubbed at his eyes as he willed himself to go back to sleep, though when his brain would not follow the command he proceeded to groan once more, which was how he found something very large hurtling towards his head. And hitting him. Jumping up, one hand held to his now bruising eye he sleeily mumbled out, "wha'the fuck?" though it was not nearly as angry as it was supposed to sound. Anothers voice was heard from across the room, "Shuttup, douche." Of course, this was the exact dulcet tones you want to hear in the morning. Clouded blue eyes moved back to his pillow as to see what object had been thrown his way, and was met with a heavy looking shoe. Groaning, albeit more softly this time, he rubbed his now swelling eye before picking up the shoe and chucking it out the partially open window, murmuring, "jackass" under his breath. Which was followed shortly after by, "cunt."

Figuring by this time that he damn well needed to get out of his cabin, an arm swept over the blankets tearing them from his body, to be met with the chilling air that lay stagnant in the cabin. goosebumps rose on his arms, but he seemed not to notice as fingers fumbled clumsily through his clothes before professing a worn looking BMTH hoodie, which was then proceeded to be shoved roughly on, tousling his hair in the process and looking like he just rolled out of some kind of a storm, rather than his bed. Shoving his boxer clad half into a pair of jeans, Ollie stood, attempting to flatten his hair with a hand while walking out the cabin door, though proceeded to give up shortly after. Eyes scratched warily over the few people still sleeping, wishing quietly he was among them, before pushing open the door and moving bare feet to step against the rough wood of the cabin deck.

Legs moved to travel down the path, wondering where to head off to, gambled thoughts rushed through his head, while he tried dissecting ideas into actions, he eventually came up with the plan to go visit Kylie, after all, she wouldn't mind if he woke her up. Actually, she would, but Ollie didn't really feel bad about it - they would both be able to find something else to do. Hand traveled up to comb roughly through his hair, which was now starting to look like some small furry animal, finally as sleepy thoughts were translated, arms reached back to grasp the cotton of the jacket and pull the hood over his head, blue eyes peeking out shyly from beneath the brim.

Legs moved shakily, apparently this morning wasn't that great for him, was he coming down with something? Ollie shrugged it off, if anything it was probably brain damage from getting smacked in the head with that shoe. Fingers reached up to touch his now purple eyelid, though flinched as cold hands felt the bruised skin, it was still painful. Sighing out roughly, he didn't regret throwing the kids shoe out the window. Coming across the sequoia cabin, he meant to pass by, though a loudly shouted obscenity caught his attention. Head swiveled to be met with the back of a girl, with quite a bit of blond hair. He briefly though of Mandy, but let the thought pass. Walking up to her, more from curiosity and sheer stupidity that came with waking up early, he moved arms against the rail of the deck, chin moving down to rest against the fabric of the black sweatshirt.

All too suddenly she jumped up, moving to climb the low roof ledge, at first he wondered if she had noticed him but disregarded this thought when she didn't curse him out for tom foolery. Or whatever. Being sidetracked for a couple minuets trying to discover why the fuck he had thought of the word tom foolery he was brought back to the cabin when the girls voice rang out again, followed by another throaty cough. Sighing out, and looking up at her, though one eye was well swollen and was kind of hard to see out of, he commented out, "Who? Me?" Before looking around like an idiot, even if he did know she wasn't talking about him. Fingers moved to wrap around a support beam as he hugged it to his body, eyes trailing over the cigarette poised in her hand before commenting out, "uh, do you know how to smoke?" dumb question, but by all the hacking it seemed she was inhaling a bit too much, she either didn't know how or had a bit of a cough.


}}sorry it took so long >> and sorry it sucks xD lmao

[evian springs.]

It's a bittersweet romance.

There was a quiet moment of thoughts and reccollection of thoughts. Once again about this hell hole. How it had just so much fitting into this small space. Evian finds her mind lingering on these thoughts quite often. She doesn't understand why.

Suddenly a brusque voice broke out. "uh, do you know how to smoke?" It was such a dumb question. Like what did he seriously think that. The voice thought she was inhaling too much. She turned around, and was amazed in awe. Like her heart skipped a beat. Boy, was he good looking.

Nice blonde hair and fair skin. He was tall, compared to her. She is as well. His eyes seem cold which seemed to offended her. The tone was serious. So the only thing to say was, "Do you know how to smoke?" He was like a robot, with heart. He's got her feeling like a child now. Like her father. General Springs, that barking-mad-man. But instead of shivers, the boy gave her tinglies.

She began to check him out, it was so weird. He wore jeans and hoodie. He's expiremental with his outfit choices. Well, atleast he looked better. He made her feel embrassed, with her outfit choice. I mean who doesn't love a dressy, frilly pink bikini with soccer shorts. And ankle boots. "I'm such a loser." She mumbled this, hoping he wouldn't hear. Then again, she hoped he was checking her out. "God, I feel so shallow." Whoops that one just popped out.

Quickly noticing something about his eyes. It was a little purple. And a little bruised. She felt sorta bad by critisizing him. "Do you need to go to that Rosemary place?" Her face quickly turned into a sympathic grimace. It looked like it hurt. She felt rather bad, for calling him a robot.

Evian realised there was a cigarette in her hand. Dropping it down to the grass. "Mind stepping on that, for me?" She gave him a puzzled- will- you-please-look. Her eyes darted back and foth between the two, cigarette and boy. She glanced down, to see if he would step on it. Unless if he was someone who really love his shoes.

He could be boyfriend material, she'd like that. Blondes. Chuckling to herself a curious glance let out of her golden eyes. She was trying to break the wall in front of his hard eyes. "I'm Evian." Hopefully her glittering golden eye trick would work. A cute boy, should never be cold or shut off.

She wanted him to stare at her too. Not her chest, but her face. So looking down there she stuck her triangular shaped necklace in to her mouth. So it wouldn't be a direct arrow. "So who are you?"

}} sorry, it a shorty. 558. :S

[evian springs.]

Riley, this things been up forever.