OPEN;; first.t r u e.love.

[ZACHARY ;; davis]

a big time basketball lover. well, a big time lover of every sport. A day in the sun is all he needs to feel better about himself. If he had just lost a girlfriend, or anything else that mattered to him, you will catch him out in the sun playing some sort of sport, it is his way of calming down and washing away his stress. when a tough school day has been thrown at him, as soon as he gets home, he will drop everything and end up out on the court. and it will soon be his best friend. the sun will always get him through a tough time. maybe that's why he is so dark... he had his own basketball with him, so he walked out onto the court and started shooting some hoops. he wasn't the best in the world at it, but he was pretty good and at least he knew what he was doing. he could have been a horrible player and still loved the game. he is like that with football and baseball, he sucks ass with it, but he still loves it. it's not like it is a crime. it might as well be if he tried joining a professional team though. they might as well just throw the game, they would never win with him on their side.

his life has been full of ups and downs. who's hasn't? his first true love moved away and he couldn't help but think he would never see her again and his lovable chocolate lab died about a week ago. what else could go wrong? oh right, he was stuck here for the summer. his parents must really hate him. no matter how much he protested, they shoved him in this camp for a whole summer, and that isn't okay with him. all he did most of the time was play basketball, he has met very few people, it is totally unlike himself, he has only flirted with a few girls this week! he shot the ball into the hoop and made a score, concluding it as about six in a row, but the next one was totally off because of something behind him. he turned around quickly and noticed a squirrel making his way around the court trying to get himself some cracker crumbs or whatever it was the had been thrown all over the court. He left the ball on the ground and walked carefully over to the small, but very cute, creature and knelled down, picking up one of the grains it turned out to be wheat. From.. bread? probably, nothing else with wheat was made around here.

he put it back to the ground and let the thing go back to his gathering. standing he walked over to his ball and started shooting it again. he saw someone walk in front of him and he quickly shot the ball again. Hello. he said, kind of hoarse. He was getting a little tired, but he couldn't help but toss the ball around a little more. that heat was getting to him a little bit also. He was having fun, not as much fun as he would like though. he was pretty bored compared to how hyper and ecstatic he usually was. now a days, and for the past two years, nothing has been how he had hoped. his girlfriend moving away put him into a pretty bad depression. her father was so messed up in the head, that he married some chick and dragged her off with him. he kept dreaming of her and hoping she would move back, but he knew she never would, not if her father had anything to say about it. He was a control freak and liked to have her under his spell. So did her step mother.

He knew he needed to move on, but it was so hard. He was having a hard time copping with the fact that he might not ever see or talk to her again, and right now, it was just starting to hit him. He was in love with a girl he was not aloud to see. he wiped away a stray tear, and totally forgot about whoever was in front of him and continued flinging the ball aimlessly at the hoop. nothing was ever getting in, but he didn't care. all he was really doing was wiping away a tear here and there. finally remembering he wasn't the only person here, after about ten minutes, he looked up at them trying to act like he had known they were there that whole time. he spoke softly, so they couldn't here his voice crack. Can I help you? He asked curiously wondering why they were here, he stopped throwing the ball and took a step closer to them, wiping away another random tear, but he made it look like he was rubbing his eyes. it was pretty early anyway.

[brooklyn mckenzie !]

Since Brooklyn was physically forced to go to this camp, yet another year.. she actually decided to try and make the best of it. Since she was here last here, she knew how this place worked and such, she also knew exactly how to get out of boring activities; which to her, was most of them. Normally she wasn't the type of person to go to the recreation center, but it seemed to be one of the last spots she had yet to check out this year. And if she was going to make the best of it, she had to at least know where everything one. You know, in case she had too meet someone there or something. You never know. She really had only been here for a couple days, and she made sure to catch up with the people she wanted too. She wasn't one of those over-friendly people to come here on a mission to make new friends, if the opportunity came up then sure, but she was pretty content with her friends she had now.

At this point it was around noon. Brooklyn had just come from eating the, actually really gross food. Maybe it was just her, because her aunt and uncle were amazing cooks, so she was used to really good food. Although, she remembered her mom and dad always making really good pancakes every Saturday. It's wierd, how they made decent meal one day a week, her guardians made delicious meals every day, but if she had to choose.. she'd move back to the little apartment in Brooklyn with her parents. And not for the pancakes. There really is no place like home, but apparently Brooklyn wasn't allowed to go there since she was six. Of course, she had visited every now and then, but barely. Twice a year if she was lucky. She was a tough girl, and she dealt with it. Although, she never really told people about it, unless she really trusted them.

The girl was nearing her destination, and she saw a few bodies already there in the distance. They were still too far away for her to actually notice who they were specifically, but there was a good chance she knew at least one of them, better yet; wanted to talk to at least one of them. Brooklyn's long dark hair blew softly against the cool breeze. That seemed to be her favourite weather. The sun is still shining, but there's a soft breeze so you don't get all sweaty and gross. Perfect, actually. As she grew nearer and nearer, one person in particullar became familiar. It was Zach. Brooklyn adored that kid, he was so adorable and really sweet. Hard to come across, and normally she wasn't that tight with those kinds of people, but he was different I guess, and they were really close. The boy was playing basketball, and missing most of the shots which made her chuckle a little to herself, but not loud enough to be heard. She attempted to walk slowly so the tapping of her heels wouldn't be too loud on the black pavement. Eventually, she was right behind the boy and she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting the side of her head on his back briefly. So, maybe she had a crush on him. Maybe! She would never admit it, to most people at least. "Guess who!?" She asked, not attempting to make her voice sound any different. Brooklyn let go from her grasp of the boy eventually, and walk in front of him, only to give him another hug. Well, this time was a proper one, but she made sure to kiss his cheek gently. She noticed that the boy's eyes were a little watery. Her blue eyes gazed into his curiously. "What's going on?" She asked, making it seem as if it was a casual question.

Today, Brooklyn had been wearing something not out of the ordinary for her, but maybe for somebody at camp. She wasn't intending on doing anything that physical, so it would do. She was wearing black short shorts, one of her favourites, a red babydoll low dipped tank top, and of course matching red heels. Her outfits were not totally intense, but always seemed to look as if it took a while to pick it out. Of course, she didn't leave the house without fixing her hair and make-up. One thing she loved is how she hardly wore any make-up, it was so much easier. A brownish shade of eyeliner traced her baby blue's, and a coat of blakc mascara finished it off. Quite simple really. Her hair was straightened, as it normally was.

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[ZACHARY ;; davis]

he felt her on his back and smiled, for the first time all day. The second hug and of course that little kiss made it even better, but then he realized what she had said. oh great, does this mean this whole situation is going to have to be explained to Brooklyn? he examined her attire and he noticed she looked pretty hot today, like her usual. there was never a day she didn't look gorgeous. but he couldn't help but wonder why no one had asked her out. had they? is she dating someone? why are all these questions in your head man? you really need to get a hold of yourself. you're not ready for a new girlfriend yet. are you? you did lose your last real girlfriend two years ago, I think it's about time you start over. he smiled at her and wiped away the last few tears. he was going to tell her, but he wasn't quite sure if he was ready. no one knows about it actually. just himself, and that is the whole reason he landed himself in this place for a few years in a row. it was pretty interesting actually, to see all the happy faces, but then you look at him and he is all sad and depressed. Most kids get that way when they leave their parents, but he lost something a little more important to him. His first true love. Oh, hey Brooklyn. He said and continued shooting the ball randomly to wards the hoop, it felt like he didn't even care anymore, about anything.

He smiled over at her and continued tossing the ball. Nothing. Just thinking. And they aren't rather happy thoughts either. He said the last part kind of soft, and he didn't know if she heard it. he knew he did and he felt even worse. When will this torture end? It is a horrible feeling to love someone or something and you can't be with them or it. That's what he loves about basketball and this camp, he can play it whenever he wanted to. he enjoyed basketball, it made him feel whole again, but nothing could match up to true love. He grinned as the ball went off in the woods, he didn't care right now all he wanted to really do was think, and that thinking is hard to do when you're rapped up in a hard to play game of basketball with yourself. Why are you here? It could come off as rude, but he isn't really thinking all that straight right now. He couldn't help but think that something was missing. He was lonely, but yet, he wasn't alone. he does need a girlfriend, for one that can stop him from thinking about her, and not give him a hard time about still liking another girl.

he sat on the ground and crossed his legs, tapping his lap for her to sit down on. he might ask her out today, if she was single, and if she was okay with the fact that he liked someone else still, but then she would have to realize that he no longer speaks with or sees her any longer. How have you been? He tried to calm down the whole situation and his eyes were finally dry. No more crying, at least for today, he had bigger fish to fry, and that was Brooklyn.

[brooklyn mckenzie !]

There once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her heart..

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The boy seemed to be thinking a heck of a lot. She could tell by the way he was looking off into the distance, that he was thinking about someone, or something. He had most likely lost them and never to be seen again. Story of her life, really. She used to be in a state like his, but then it somehow turned into denial of what she had lost. Losing her parents, although they are still around, losing her two best friends. And then there was her only one serious boyfriend. Apparently he couldn't deal with Brooklyn's rebellious ways, even after two years of dating, he randomly blew it off. She didn't believe it, and quite frankly still won't believe that was the reason. It introduced her to love, but now she doesn't open up to love that quickly. Even if there is someone she likes, she's scared to get too close or they'll leave. Or that she'll hurt them in the long run. She thought a lot about all that, when she wish she didn't, but right now his situation was reminding her of her own. Funny, they were kind of alike. She shook her head slightly as the boy greeted her back, and she mearly nodded slightly, aswell as digging her hands into her front pockets.

Even if the boy said it really quietly, she still had good hearing. Whether or not he wanted her to hear that, she was going to get into the conversation. Now, there was the proof. If they weren't happy thoughts, they were definately about something rather sad. Definately not something like not getting the bunk you wanted, the pain in his eyes said it all. Yeah, she was good at that. She knew from expirience that it's easier to just not ask someone out of the blue why they are upset, or maybe it was only her that didn't like sharing her thoughts. She didn't even bother thinking up some genious plan, she'd go with the flow. As soon as the basketball bounced back, she leapt in front of him to grab it. "Tell me a story, worse then mine." She said, as she shot the ball, missing the net by a couple inches. Yeah, her cousin made her play with him sometimes, so she got used to it although obviously she's isn't that great. The wording was how she wanted it to be, asking how he was feeling, but also letting him know that he wasn't alone in this.

"Why are you here? Although that could have been taken offensevly, Brooklyn didn't take anything harshly. Someone coould call her ugly, she really wouldn't care. She'd been through too much to care about all that crap, she even had tattoo's to prove it. Although, only five were visible right now. The Star and moon on her ankle, Marilyn Monroe on her lower arm, the japanese symbol for strength on the back of her neck {couldn't find a picture at the moment.} , and her shirt was low enough down on her back to reveal the Quote from shakespear.. And the last one was on her wrist, it was two waves, because she loves to surf. She was really proud of her tattoo's, and if anyone wanted to see them, she'd gladly show. "Smelly old cabin, pretty outdoors.." She compared. "Tough choice." She stated with a mischevious grin. Brooke noticed the boy sitting down and tap his lap, well that would definately be more comfortable then the cement so why not. She sat herself down and rested her head on her knee' with her head facing his way, looking up at him. She was ready to hear a big long story if the need be. How have you been? Well, she was definately better then some days, but now all she wanted to do was to go home. And she didn't even know where she meant by home, but still, this camp is like a bomb waiting to explode. To people who actually came here to have fun, she wouldn't say anything about not liking it, but now she could do as she pleased. "Mm, I've been better." She said after thinking for a couple seconds.
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[ZACHARY ;; davis]

tell you a story worse then hers? what does she mean... he has a pretty bad story, but from the way she said it, she had been through a lot, and his story was nothing. but love was the hardest thing to get over right? and the next would be mental or emotional pain. he had two hard things to get over. and he was tired of feeling pain. it wasn't right, nothing was ever right to him anymore. he thought he would spend the rest of his life with this one girl, but it never happened. it never felt right to be with any other girls after that, but everyone gets their heart broken right? at least once. let's hope this is the only time for Zac, it was way to difficult for him. he was the one who put up the tough front, but was always scarred someone would hurt him. he is actually really sensitive.

not matter how hard that is to believe, it's true. he is a really sensitive person and would rather hide all of it. he is a very secretive kid, never telling anyone anything. damn, Brooklyn, you are one lucky girl. he is considering telling you. if you play your cards right. and she was playing them perfect right now. the pressure from her body was now in his lap, he leaned back and put his hands on the ground, regaining his closure. I'm not sure if I am ready to tell anyone anything about her yet. But it has been two years and I do trust you. He did know that he told her the basics of the story, and he already felt better. He smiled at her, and this time, when he thought about her, he didn't cry.

he felt a whole lot of relief, and he stared right into her blue eyes. he had to finish the story now, if he didn't, it just wouldn't feel right. Well, her name was Vanessa. We were dating for about, three years. And I was crazy in love, until she had to move away. We said we would try a long distance relationship, but.. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, and his voice began to crack a little bit. he wiped away the tears and cleared his throat. She stopped calling and IMing and all that jazz. She didn't even tell me why. Her phone number doesn't work anymore and her e-mail address was closed. It would have been different if she told me that it was to hard for her or that she met someone else. But she just ignored everything about me. That was so much easier then he thought. It came out so easily. His true love story was thrown into the air today, like it was nothing.

I wave of relief came over him and he looked at Brooklyn. He gave her the biggest smile he could find. he felt so much better. he wrapped his arms around her and fell back wards, bringing her with him. he hit the cement but acted as if it didn't hurt, though it did. He opened his eyes and found her still in his arms. he laughed. Sorry about that. He said laughing. Letting go, but he couldn't get up until she moved. He looked up at her, his eyes turning a green color. uh oh. the boys hyper!

[brooklyn mckenzie !]

As Brooklyn awaited for Zac's story to begin, she didn wonder how bad it would actually be. She was good at reading people's expression, and mostly by looking deep into their eyes she could always read them somehow. Well, that was mostly the case. On some occasions other people hid their problems really well, and never opened up to anyone. Although it couldn't be that healthy to hide everything from the world she was a bit envious. Brooklyn herself could be pretty good at hiding everything in her life, but on occasion people had been able to see through her disguise, and at that point she mearly pushed them away because she coulndn't deal with it all. As her blue eyes looked back into his color changing eye's, she wondered how hardcore it would be. Although, not expecting anything too intense. She thought that her's would probably be a more worse situation. Since her life had pretty much been a series of unfortunate events.

The next thing that Zac had said kind of shocker her. I mean, sure she was a trustworthy person and she had known him for quite a long time, she just never thought anyone would actually trust her that much. I mean, not everyone knew about her past but she knew everything, and it always felt as if everyone else knew too. Plus, she had heard some rumors about her here and a lot of them were definately not true, but she didn't care enought to stop them .She wasn't the type of person to care that much about what others thought of her. A lot of bitchy girls got really annoyed at that fact. They would try to break her down and fail miserably. She found it pretty humorous due to the fact that she was happy with herself, and wouldn't change for them. She wasn't stuck up or anything, she was just happy with the way she looked, in general. "Go for it." She said with a grin, looking him in the eye, showing interest in the upcoming story.

She listeneed carefully, trying to look deep into his eyes, or watching his facial experessions to note all the facts. "Well, her name was Vanessa. We were dating for about, three years. And I was crazy in love, until she had to move away. We said we would try a long distance relationship, but.." She nodded. The typical heartless girl thing to do. She could understand the girl though, but it kind of hurt to her to see her good friend in pain. She always hated seeing people hurt, and she would much rather feel the pain for them, because she could handle it. There were obviously much more tough situations in the world then his, but his didn't hurt physically, it hurt emotionally which a lot of the time could be a whole heck of a lot worse. "Aw babeee." She said, giving him yet another hugs. She loved hugs for some reason, and they were a small gesture that could normaly mean so much to a person. "She stopped calling and IMing and all that jazz. She didn't even tell me why. Her phone number doesn't work anymore and her e-mail address was closed. It would have been different if she told me that it was to hard for her or that she met someone else. But she just ignored everything about me. Brooklyn nodded as he spoke again. "mm, well it's her loss right." She said, reassuring him that he could obviously do better. She wouldn't get into detail about that, because she could tell be actually still had feelings for her, which was even more depressing.

Before she knew it, she was pulled back on the cement, kind of like laying on top of the boy now. She laughed as he apoligized, and caught his eye focus once again. "I will never forgive you." She said, only joking, as she poked his nose randomly for no reason. She rolled over off of him, but still layed on the cement beside him. A lot of the time she'd rather lay on the hard floor then on her own bed, which was a bit wierd and she didn't really know why. Her arm was kind of laying on his arm at this point, and it most likely hurt because of the rough surface, so she lifted her head, enough time for him to take his arm away if need be. She rolled over onto her side, so that she could face him for the future conversation.


- sorry it's as a guest, my time expired haha -

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