&& there they were }.

[gennavee logan]

All the counselors said not to be here at nighttime; Genna wasn’t one of those troublemakers, searching for rules to break, but didn’t love cause you to do crazy things? Regardless the girl stayed up later than the safety provisional curfew, lying on her back to the billions of blinking constellations unseen in the city lights, but this time she would be meeting someone. In camp there were only about two people she’d regularly see here, in her secret, self spoken hiding place; her best friend or her boyfriend. Judging by the unsteady rhythm of her heart beat, the love stricken grin upon her supple pink lips, she came here for none other than mister Foxx Hammond. She pulled up her short Bermuda clad legs to her chest, wriggling her toes in her lightly beaded sandals. She wrapped her arms around her knees, and rested her chin on the bridge of her ‘upside down v shape’ legs. As she sat there, she felt her world being engulfed in the sound of chirping crickets, dully lolling her senses in the crisp night air. Beside her, a thin gurgling creek seemed to wash out the rest of the noises. It sounded like a relaxation tape, a pitiful waste of a CD, except to people with anger or stress issues.

She tapped herself anxiously. That’s what boys did to her- they made her waste a million papers on drag queen poems, future marriage names, and red scribbled hearts. Additionally, they contrived her to be completely nervous. Oh no, Genna never got to be at the easy going point around guys, nor did she ever have an experience near guys which excluded a mix up of words; it might’ve been why she rarely had relationships, but considering the circumstances now (a boyfriend, goodness), it was amazing she could still breathe. His note would’ve scared the living shit out of her had it not been signed so cutely, as to overlap her slighted fear in reassured adoration to the boy. Foxx conceived her to smile everyday, bringing her from the worst to the best. Even for him, she tried to do the same. He deserved that much.

Genna pulled her white jacket closer to her body, moving the sleeves over her hands. Zipping it up, she suddenly was glad she brought it, because her plain pink tank top alone, during a brisk camp Brunswick night, wasn’t enough to keep her from goose bumps, although the sight of Foxx probably generated them likewise so it didn’t matter. As a cool mist blew her way, she sighed quietly. Her ocean blue eyes, almost teal in the dark, closed in relaxation. Of course she wouldn’t lose herself in sleep, but her own secret area let her soak it all in. She could do whatever she wanted. She discovered her one true get away- a tree surrounded by thick brush, sheltering against the watch of counselors, and right on the flow of Homestead creek. It wouldn’t be all hers anymore. Tonight she inducted Foxx to her idealistic abode, like a young child in a wooden treehouse to their ‘secret club’.

[Foxx Hammond]

Foxx Hammond

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The male couldn't help but smile to himself as he made his way through the bush and tree's near homestead creek; Genna and Foxx's set meeting place for that night. He'd easily snuck away like he had a few other times at night, either to see Genna or to hang out with buddies from other cabins, or sometimes simply to go to the bathroom. But tonight, it was to see his girlfriend. The night was beautiful, the stars were twinkling above his head, and it was pretty warm, but still a little chilly, which was why he wore his favourite black and grey striped hoodie and black jeans.

He tried to be as quiet as possible, as he didn't want to get caught going to see a girl. Being in mammoth cabin, he was supposedly known as being better, or more well behaved, than the boys in yellowstone. That wasn't really the case with Foxx, if anything it was a coverup. Sure, he didn't always sneak out every night, but he had his fair share of outtings and wrong doings in the past few weeks. But it was all worth it, just to be able to see Genna without everyone else around. She was so beautiful, much more beautiful than she knew. Foxx couldn't help himself but have that silly smile on his face that basically gave himself away.

Foxx turned a corner around a tree and saw Genna sitting beside the small creek, and his smile grew. Earlier in the day, he had slipped Genna the slightly sappy note telling her to meet him here, and he was glad that she had followed through. He ran a hand through his pink and green hair without really noticing, hoping subconciously that he looked alright. He walked nearer her. "Hey." He said, and although they were a ways away from the cabins and such, he still said it a bit quieter. The noise of crickets and the creek made him feel as if he should whisper, so that was part of it as well. He went and sat beside her, wraping a arm around her side and gently pulling her closer, leaning over and softly kissing her lips. "I'm so glad to see you." He whispered into her ear. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[gennavee logan]

No matter how sharp she kept her senses, anticipating Foxx to come, she never heard him approaching in her thick blanket of silence. Perhaps she looked in the wrong direction, for without warning, there he appeared. He could’ve at least given her a moment to prepare. Usually, she would just watch him as he walked, observing time slow down in a cliché movie manner, the light hitting him in a most delectable way, (but since the sun rested, she’d see different). It’s the thought that counts. She nearly jumped once she heard a leaf scatter, then smiled to herself feeling two comforting arms wrap around her waist softly to tug her nearer him. She caught herself faintly moving her arms on him in an embrace, before letting his warm lips sink onto hers, her hand rising a bit, as if to twirl a strand of his hair in her finger much like girls affectionately did so in movies. Seeing as this didn’t happen to be a full fledged make out session, she decided against it. She smiled, nodding her head as the kiss broke off. “Me too,” she agreed as a second opinion, just to let him know. How could she not appreciate him? He was perfect. Genna had to show him that somehow.

After scooting ever closer to have her shoulder resting upon his chest, she leaned back, eyes gleaming. She might not have been the ‘most experienced’ out there, but she tended to get the notion of what to do next with him. Plus she caved to her own curiosity. Her head at an angle, she met his lips again in a tender peck, nothing half ass about her kiss here. It lasted about a second, until she looked at him deeply, melting in those brown eyes she could on forever about, “Hi,” the redundant simplicity of her greeting caused her to flash a small smile. She turned, snuggling into his chest once more. Genna wanted to soak up her emotions, and keep them with her forever. This definitely went on as the best part of her day.

Folding her legs beneath her, her knee barely touching his own leg, she carefully rattled off a list in her mind of what to say. She could talk to him about anything, that’s for sure, but if you ever had those moments you couldn’t remember what you were about to vocalize, then you could understand Genna’s dilemma in the present. The moon’s liquid silver illumination cast a pearly shadow through the gnarled branches of the tree they sat under, very delicately tipping Foxx’s form. Blame her for being sappy, huh? She stared at the ground, managing her puppy love sentence, “You have the softest lips,” she felt her cheeks burning, but all in all, in a good way she wouldn’t give up for anything.

[Foxx Hammond]

Foxx Hammond

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Foxx smiled, keeping his arms wrapped around Genna. her kiss was so soft, her lips moist and perfect. His own were tained by four lip rings, three on the bottom wth one on his upper lip. He enjoyed the way she reached her hands up to touch him, savouring each and every moment they were together. It was different when they were around other people. Sure, he had no problem with giving her akiss and holdinig her, but he disliked the way they couldn't just gaze intoeach others eyes without being interupted by friends.

Foxx loved the way her body just seemed to fit right up against his, much like two pieces of a puzzle. He let her lean on him, his arm around her as if to protect her from the world and to keep her close and warm. "Hey." He said again in response, a loving smile on his face. She was much too cute, which made Foxx wonder why she would ever go out with a freaky guy like him. What she said next made him blush slightly, but he didn't care that his cheeks turne a soft shade of pink. "Not as soft as yours." Foxx replied softly into her hair, which smelt so good. Everything about Genna was amazing; he felt like time stopped when she was around. Then, as if to prove his statement to her, he pressed his pink lips up aginst her's once again, holding the kiss a bit longer this time before breaking apart. A hand reached up to tuck a piece of Genna's hair behind her ear, his hand trailing down her smooth cheek.

Foxx had never felt this way before, he didn't really know what to do, what to say, or even if he should do or say anything. He had had a girlfriend before Genna, but that had been two years ago, and it hadn't been anything. The butterflies he got in his stomache now were no match to the pitly little moths that had infested him two years ago. This was real, he finally understood how people could just stare at another person forever. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[gennavee logan]

Right now, the boy virtually amazed her. Every move he made sent a cold shiver down her spine. When she thought his lips brushed past her ear, she could have exploded there on the spot. She experienced such a passionate rage of emotions with Foxx- most of the time she could hardly catch her breath, the breath lost to all the eternity-stopping kisses she engaged in. It was worth it though. If they took on mistakes, they would do it together. If they needed cheering up, they would go to each other. If they wanted to see each other, heck, they would be there to fulfill their night plans. That much she knew, she understood. Explaining how so much of her life lately centered itself on Foxx, she meant the truth. When she wasn’t with him, she was thinking about him. When she was with him, she wasn’t going to let him go. Putting her mind into action, Genna’s hand attentively laced through his fingers, familiar warmth in them she could identify as she conferred to it a gentle squeeze, reminding him of her ever considerate spirit.

Her lips still tingled from the contact of Foxx’s kiss. She loved the way they felt, but most importantly, the fact they were just hers. Finally, she recognized the meaning of lucky, having a boyfriend like him. It struck her the moment the two got together. Of course she treated this as the best thing. She loved him. She sealed the space between them by burying her head into his shoulder, recalling the smell of his cologne deeply, “Mm,” she sighed lightly. Genna had a habit of doing that. She pulled her legs up so they rested smoothly on his side, the weight insignificant.

“And I must ask. How’ve you been?” at that she raised her head, watching him contently. It was in fortune she didn’t ramble during her sentence, but she soon lost her speaking stability as she got conscious of what she spoke. “I, I,” she grinned sheepishly, shaking her head, her bangs falling in front of her eyes, “ehh, your letter. Earns my compliments,” Genna nodded as a matter-of-factly, and bit her lower lip, almost shyly after saying that. She had to admit, it left a smile on her face all day long, but she also confessed, too, apparently, she enjoyed one on one time much better.

[Foxx Hammond]

Foxx Hammond

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Foxx's warm smile spread as he felt Genna's smaller hand against his, her fingers lacing through his. Each and every touch he felt from her seemed to light fireworks in his mind, making all other thoughts that weren't about Genna explode into nothingingness. When he was with her, nothing else mattered except her being happy. Genna's body being pressed up against his own felt so good, it was letting him know how much she cared for him, which meant the whole world to him. He would seriously be nothing without her.

Foxx kissed Genna's head in response to her question. "At this moment, I couldn't be better." He said, a grin on his face. He couldn't help but give off a little chuckle as she stuttered a bit. 'Now that is the definition of adorable.' Foxx cooed to himself, his copper coloured eyes watching her intently, he lifted a hand to move her bands out of her beautiful eyes that he enjoyed looking into so much. No hair should ever hide them from the world, they were much too radiant.

Foxx scoffed, his cheeks flushing just a tad as she spoke about his letter. "Y-yeah, well, you know..." He said, stuttering himself, although he tried to cover it up with a little laugh. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote]