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Post by LOGAN FRASIER. on Dec 29, 2008 18:58:08 GMT -6
   why do i keep running from the truth ?
all i ever think about is you. [/size][/color][/center] logan frasier entered the park gates, a blank expression on his face. since he wasn't thinking straight. he hadn't been lately, at all. something or someone had been occupying his mind, and every one of his thoughts revolved around that someone. he liked her alot, and he hadn't liked anyone else that way before. sure, he had, had a few flings. but they had never meant anything to him. but this girl was changing everything. his best friend, brooklyn raposo. she was changing his perspective on alot of things here lately, and he hadn't been able to get her off his mind. although he knew it was wrong to fall for your best friend.
logan sighed to himself as he settled down on a park bench, texting his over-protective mother who was worried about where he was and when he would be home. he loved her, but she would be insanely annoying sometimes. he was trying his hardest to focus his attention on something else, to clear his head. but it wasn't working very well. tag;; brooklyn raposo/ skye. song;; crush- david archuleta.[/size] |
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Post by brooklyn lyric raposo on Dec 29, 2008 19:25:31 GMT -6
   cause i'm on fire when you're near meand i'm on fire burning at these mysteries.[/font] Brooklyn Lyric Raposo wandered through the park, admiring the small tattoo on the side of her arm. She had got it around six months ago, and when her parents finally noticed it, they both completely freaked. After that, she regretted getting the tattoo, cause she hated when her parents were mad at her. But now, she loved it, and was happy that she had got it. Letting out a small sigh, Brooklyn adjusted the hood that she had over her head as he hazel eyes gazed around the park. She pulled down the sleeves of her hoodie, before randomly starting to hum a random tune that popped into her head. McKenzie was an extremely random girl, always having fun, no matter what the situation was.
Letting out another soft sigh as she started to walk towards an empty bench, Brooklyn instantly stopped walking when she saw someone else sit down on it. A small frown formed on her face, but it instantly dissapeared when she realized who it was ; Logan Frasier, her best friend. She smiled and walked over to the bench, sitting down beside him. "Hey Mr. Frasier!"
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Post by LOGAN FRASIER. on Dec 29, 2008 20:06:42 GMT -6
why do i keep running from the truth ?
all i ever think about is you. [/size][/color][/center] logan was lost in his many thoughts. therefor he was slightly startled when someone sat down next to him. but when he saw who he was the frown disappeared from his face. as he recognized a familiar voice. he smirked. "ms. raposo." he said in a formal tone. "why hello there." he said with a smirk, running a hand through his hair. logan shook his up. "what's up brookie?" he asked, poking her. logan knew that she didn't like when he called her that or atleast she acted like she didn't. he tried his hardest to push his thoughts to the back of his mind. [/size] |
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Post by brooklyn lyric raposo on Dec 30, 2008 2:18:21 GMT -6
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Post by LOGAN FRASIER. on Dec 30, 2008 14:52:20 GMT -6
why do i keep running from the truth ?
all i ever think about is you. [/size][/color][/center] logan laughed as she poked him and rolled her eyes. he listened to her and nodded. family problems. he hated those, although his family didn't have much. since he was the only child. but when they did happen he hated it. it sucked. a lot. "i hope things get better." he said with a sympathetic glance. what was up with him? oh not much. just trying to deny the fact that he was madly in love with her. but he didn't dare say that, instead he shrugged. "ehh not much. just walking around trying to cure my boredom." logan replied. [/size] |
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Post by brooklyn lyric raposo on Dec 30, 2008 16:36:37 GMT -6
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Post by LOGAN FRASIER. on Dec 30, 2008 18:42:58 GMT -6
why do i keep running from the truth ?
all i ever think about is you. [/size][/color][/center] logan gasped and pretended to look offended. "i am not!" he exclaimed. before sticking his tongue out at her. yeah. he was really mature. he looked over at her, noticing that her mind seemed to be in a different place. "wanna talk about it?" he said nudging her on the shoulder.
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Post by brooklyn lyric raposo on Dec 30, 2008 19:14:12 GMT -6
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Post by LOGAN FRASIER. on Dec 31, 2008 12:08:42 GMT -6
why do i keep running from the truth ?
all i ever think about is you. [/size][/color][/center] "oh is that so?" he said joking, tilting his head to the side. "then you must be like the queen of boring!" logan said jokingly, poking her once more. he hated being bored, usually just because he was always having fun. or trying to atleast. he listened to her and nodded. "finee, suit yourself." he said in a sing song voice with a playful shrug
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Post by brooklyn lyric raposo on Dec 31, 2008 13:50:31 GMT -6
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