Megan wandered upstairs towards Josh's bedroom. Her stomach knotted into over a million knots as she excelled the steps. She leaned against the door frame of Josh's room and peered onto the dark room at Luke. He was staring out the window, trying to gather everything that was happening that night.
Her aburn, blond streaked head tilted slightly so it was resting on the wood framing. She stared in astonishment at the way the moonlight silhouetted over his creamy face. She sighed longingly, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she stared at him.
For awhile now...all she wanted to do was be close to him. But he wouldn't let her, he wouldn't let anyone. Not since Rachel got through , tearing apart his and Jake's friendship, and his life.
Taking a deep breath of air, Megan took a stepinto the room. But feeling as if she was intruding, she quickly backed up and stood by the door frame again. Just taking in everything that was going on around her.
Here I stand in the shadows
Come to me, come to me
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"You want to dance?" William suddenly asked, "It's the first slow song they played. And you know...I can only slow dance...so what do you say?"
Ashley laughed, "Sure."
William lightly grabbed onto her hand a pulled her away from where she was leaning against the wall. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her thin waist, gently beginning to sway back and forth. Nervously, she placed her hands on his broad shoulders, her face reddening slightly as they danced.
"So...are you really an angel?" he whispered into her ear. The breath on her ear sending tingles down the nape of her neck.
"What do you mean?" Ash suddenly asked, then realized she was wearing her friend's pink shirt that read 'Angel' across the front with gems. "Oh...my shirt."
"Yeah." he chuckled.
"I guess I am an angel." she muttered, her face shading even redder than before. William laughed and sorta pulled her closer to him, trying not to seem too fresh to her. "William...?"
"Yeah?" he questioned.
"If I was wearing a wolf shirt, would you have come over and talked to me?" she spat.
Will laughed, "Why are you asking me this?"
"Just answer me."
"I'm not sure..." he whispered, "I'm not sure if I would have seen you...because your shirt caught my eye before...and."
"So, if you would have seen me...you would have come over and talked to me?"
"Yeah. You looked so lonely." William explained, "Nobody deserves to be like that at a party."
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Can't you see that
Nobody wants to be lonely
Nobody wants to cry
My body's longing to hold you
So bad it hurts inside
Brooke clung onto the stair railing, sinking down onto the third step and pressing her hot forehead against the cold railing. Warm tears slowly began to trail down her cheeks as she replayed what happened with Joe in her head...all he ever did was bring her pain, but she kept going back for more...
Sighing, she began to sob uncontrolably. Her once excited blue eyes switching to ones etched deep with pain. Letting go of the railing, she knitted her fingers into her blond locks and just cried.
Suddenly she felt someone's trembling hand touch her shoulder, she figured it was Megan. Turning she quickly embraced the figure next to her...the smell of Calvin Klein colonge circling around her. Brooke tilted her head sidewards some to see that she was in the arms of an unfamiliar guy.
"I'm sorry." she choked out, pulling away from him and rubbing her red eyes with the back of her hand.
"It's okay." he whispered, smiling softly to her, "I see this night is turning out the same way for you as it is for me." Brooke's eyes focused on his face, soft brown eyes were lightly puffy and there was a tear-stain trail down his cheek.
Brooke sniffed, "What happened to you?"
"Ahh...I'm new here. Nobody seems to like me. I just don't get it...I used to be liked." he stated, "But now, I'm worse than..." Fresh tears began to roll down his face, "Everyone around here just hates me."
"That makes two of us." Brooke replied, giving him a half-smile.
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"Josh!" Laura yelped, rushing over to where he was dancing wildly to a song by Sisqo.
"Let me see your thong! thong!" Josh cried, chugging down some more of his Jack Daniels mix. "I wanna see your boobies!"
"Umm..." Laura muttered, "Josh?"
"What?" he snapped, "I'm dancing."
"I can see that." Laura laughed, "Have you seen Brooke?"
"Nope." Josh spat, "She's probably chasing down scrub boy."
"I'm not so sure about that..." she whispered.
"LET ME SEE THAT THONG!" Josh screamed, finishing off his seventh glass od alchol.
Laura laughed and smiled softly ad Josh. Oh, how she onced wished he was hers. But she had bigger problems...she needed to speak with Brooke at once. Turning to go find her friend, she felt a light tug on her arm.
"Where are you going?" Josh questioned, "Don't ya want to dance with me?
Laura grinned, Brooke could wait.
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Time is precious and it's slipping away
And I've been waiting for you all my life
Brooke brushed away a few more visable tears and then stood up, her eyes drifting to the young boy beside her. She couldn't just leave him there to wallow in his pain alone. "Hey, I'm ditching this party...you want to come?"
"Yeah." he muttered, "anythings better than this hell hole." She smiled softly and pulled her keys from the cargo pocket on the side of her pants.
"You can drive...?"
"Yeah, I turned sixteen in July." Brooke spat, her eyes drifting to him, "Why...how old did you think I was?"
"Like...fifteen."
"And how old are you?"
"Seventeen."
Brooke laughed, "Oh, I thought you were ten."
"Shut up." he laughed, pulling himself off of the steps.
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Luke suddenly turned around to find Megan staring at him, he smiled a little before speaking, "Need something?"
"No..." she whispered, "I was just...well."
"Spying on me?"
"Well, not exactly."
"Yes, you were." Luke laughed slightly, brushing a few dark brown shoulder length locks away from his face. He was surprised that Megan even acknowleged him with his long hair, knowing full and well that she despised guys with long hair.
"Okay, I was." She admitted, a sly grin fixed on her face, "What are you going to do about it? Beat me?"
"As a matter of face, yes." Luke muttered, shifting his weight forward slightly so he could snatch onto Meg's arm. She squealed a little and tried to wiggle from his grip, but couldn't. Tugging her closer to him, Luke lightly put her in a head lock and gently began to nuzzle the top of her head with his knuckles.
"Hey!" Megan squealed between fits of laughter, "Stop!" Luke chuckled and let Megan go free, just in time to have her come back in retaliation, by clinging onto his back and ruffling up his fluffy brown locks.
"Whoa! Not my hair!" Luke warned, grabbing onto her wrists and lightly peeling her off his back. She wrestled to break free from him, but suddenly froze when her green eyes came in contact with his blue ones. Her heart began to flutter wildly as she stried to see through his eyes and into his head....did he like her?
Megan lightly wetted her lips and pondered weather or not to kiss him. She gulped and slowly began to lean forward, but quickly decided against it. "Hey, would you like to dance?"
"Well..." Luke started, his eyes shifting about quickly as he took in the moonlite room.
"Please." she begged.
"Alright." Luke gave in, "One sone, that's it." Megan grinned , trying to hold back her cheers of joy. Gently Megan threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Luke set his hands on her hips and slowly began to sway back and forth to the faint sound of the music downstairs. Megan nuzzled her head lightly into Luke's neck, shutting her eyes and letting the music take her away.
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Andrew growled to himself and angerily brushed past a few couples who were getting hot and heavy on the living room floor. He wandered into the kitchen and snatched up a unopened bottle of Kolt 45. Ripping the cap off, he began to shove the strong liquid down the back of his throat. How in the world could he of scared away the first girl that intriged him? Damn hormones.