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[nathan james story]

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A figure could be seen walking on the edge of the lake. But he wasn't very relaxed, quite obviously. Every few moments he would stop and do something along the lines of a dance move before he continued walking. Wow, was that what he called dancing? Someone needs dancing lessons. I mean, if he was going for disco, sure, but anything else...Ew. Shield your eyes! How often do you see a grown man do strange, ancient dance moves just randomly? Oh wait, I see now. He has his head phones jammed into his ears and his black ipod in his pocket. Maybe he really is listening to disco...Though it's not very likely. Who listens to disco in their spare time? Apparently this guy. But his hair...He has good looking hair. I like he can dance disco all day long if I can stare at his hair and...Did you see that? He took off his shirt! No way is this actually happening. A shirtless guy dancing to disco with brown hair around the lake...What a lucky day for a girl who happens to come by...If it's a guy? Well, then the shirtless man want to run before he ends up the headless horseman. Oh dang, he's not dancing anymore. Is he...Running? No, just a faster walk. What, is he trying to run away from all the hot girls chasing him? Psh, good luck with that, buddy. A huge splash of water and he leans down by the side of the lake...And sits down, looking pretty dang annoyed. Oh, I got it now. He dropped his ipod into the lake. Correct. Poor dude...Maybe I should go help him out...Then again I may faint in his presence. Dang it. Well, at least he's not dancing disco anymore. That's exciting, right? God, he just jumped into the lake...Smooth dude. Smooth.

Nathan James Story

Nathan wasn't up to anything special today. Just walking along the edge of the lake and trying to get a bug out of his shoe. Oh, did it look like he was disco dancing? Oops. His ipod was tucked neatly in his right hand pocket, the head phones in his ears. After all, if someone yelled loud enough he'd be able to hear them...Possibly.

He could've sworn that it was like, a million degrees outside. And where was the snow? In Colorado there was always snow...Psh, not here. Without a second thought, Nate slid his Hollister tee shirt over his head and tossed it over near a tree. Figuring that no one would take it, that is. And knowing if someone did then he could just buy a new one. No big deal, though he did like to keep his shirts for more than a few days.

And so he began at a slow jog around the lake side, not noticing that his ipod was quickly slipping out of his jean pocket until it actually fell out and into the water. Headphones pulled from his ears in one quick movement and his hands went to his ears, muttering something about how much that hurt...And then he was splashed with water. So now he was soaking wet, his ipod was in the lake, and his ears hurt. That was just great. With a frown he ran a hand through his now damp hair, deciding not to complain much about the water. It was, as he just stated, pretty dang hot outside. So the cool water wasn't to bad on his tan skin.

Sitting down on the edge of the lake he peeked in, spotting his shiny ipod not to far down. Or was it far down? He supposed that he could find out if he was going to risk his life...Who knew how deep that was. Would he get like, shocked if he picked it up out of the water? Surprisingly he didn't know. That was something he hadn't bothered to google on those Friday nights when he was home alone.

Deciding that his life wasn't worth much anyways and no one would really miss him he slid him body into the cool water, shivering as his body tried to adjust to the ice cold water. Hoping that he wouldn't get hit by a boat he glanced around once before he dove under the water.

Panting and coughing he returned to the surface a few moments later, ipod in hand. After dragging himself up onto land once more he laid on his back, still panting slightly, with his ipod located next to him. Hopefully it'd dry and work fine again, because of not that sure wasn't worth his time.

So much for his dry afternoon of sun tanning and drawing. Now it was his wet afternoon of drying and praying his ipod would turn on when he finally braced himself enough to get an electrical shock. Poor guy. And then, and then he noticed he was laying on something that wasn't so comfy. Was it...It was. How stupid could he get? Leaving his cell phone in his pocket while he dove down to get his ipod that was water logged as well? Great. Two water logged appliances and two rare chances they'd ever work again.

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Other;;Whoever can reply. =]

[tracee maria parker]

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Tracee Maria Parker. Ha. Not many even knew who she was. She was the girl in the far back of the class, actually listening to the teacher. She was the completely crazy geek, the one with her nose always in a book. She had been like this for what seems like forever. All straight A's, constantly working. The girl in the top of her class, the one that people both ignored and hated. She couldn't help but be the best of the best. But then again, most people in the NYC really didn't care about getting the top of grades. If they could get decent, they would be fine. That's all they really needed. Money could buy the rest. Sure, Tracee was first class. She was not broke, nor was she needing money. Her parents had a wealthy place back in California, and she was just given money according to her life. She was fine like that. But her thoughts about school was so much different then everyone else. Most saw school as an opportunity to gossip, talk to their friends, and gain a reputation. School was just for fun. But to Tracee, it had to be the most important thing her life. During the school year, it was hard to get her out of the house. She was so concentrated on test, studying, and assignments that she normally lost herself. While everyone else was outside partying, she was back at home; a book in her lap read for the test next week. Constant. This whole thing was always constant. Did she ever stop? Every once and a while she did. But when she did, it wasn't like she had many things to do. She really didn't have that many friends. Not because she wasn't a friendly person, but she just wasn't very outgoing. She was apprehensive when meeting knew people, extremely shy. Another thing she couldn't help. So when time permits, she goes about some lonely company. Reading, Painting, Writing. She was quite a dreamer really. An artist, a musician. She needed to blossom her ideas somehow. She loved writing stories about far away places. Jotting down ideas until a decent story was created. Notes on a song, and her old guitar that she created her songs. They were really nothing special, with light airy tones and important emotional stories about them. She was a pretty decent singer. By no means did she have a voice of an angel; but she got by. She was a painter, both abstract and realistic. But she found realistic so much more interesting.

Oh God it was hot. Her hair was tied back in her traditional look for now. A bun, but it looked as if it was horribly done. But, truthfully, she liked her hair like that. Wearing a jade green shirt over her dark blue shorts, she looked like she knew what she was doing. Draped around her neck was he flashy necklaces, and rolling around on her arms were her dangling necklaces. They clanked together often as she moved, her low to the ground sandals flip flopping on the ground. Why was she at the park? She dressed a bit fancy, almost crazy looking with all her jewelry. But to Tracee this was casual. She was a bit crazy at times, and clothing was no exception. From a distance you would figure she was a outgoing, party-loving, wild girl. But, truthfully, she was just a shy, quiet, and geeky junior. Odd, i know. Clothing and accessories were her love; she was wasn't going to compromise them if she could. That was just who she was. You would think her personality would match her clothing; at least, that was how it was supposed to be. Tracee was a bit of a confusing girl. Around strangers she had a ten-foot wall of shyness, trying to talk was almost impossible. It was pretty bad around guys as well. But, out of no where, she would change. With friends she was suddenly crazy, wild, fun. You just had to break that outer shell really. The reason why she was like this? Purely because she didn't want to be judged. She hated that, more then anything. She was a pretty sensitive girl indeed.

As she walked, she suddenly noticed something. A shirt? She blinked slowly, staring up at the colored shirt as it dangled from a tree. So many dirty thought flowed into her head that she nearly broke out laughing. Shaking her head she moved along, the loose hairs from her bun dangling in front of her face. It was not long before she found the shirt-owner. She nearly freaked as she rounded a corner and saw the shirt-less guy on the side of the lake. In fact, she almost screamed. Not because she was afraid, but because it caught her off guard. Biting her lip she spun around, hiding behind one of the huge great oak tree's near the pathway. Childish, yes. But; Oh. My. God. It caught her off guard wayyy too much. Blinking slowly, she chanced a look from behind her hiding place. What was he doing? He looked like he was dancing or something. Either that or he was having random seizures every few steps. He did have a iPod in his ears. So maybe he was dancing...in a weird way. Blinking slowly, she held her hands to her chest slightly. Now she watched him in amusement. But god, was he hot. The fact that he was shirt-less only made her head spin. A bolder girl would have been down their flirting already. But she couldn't even move from behind her tree. Wonderful. She nearly laughed when he dropped his iPod into the water. The look of dismay on his face was quite priceless. She thought about going to help him, but she knew she would just melt into sludge if she even came close enough. Oh geeze. She watched quietly as he retrieved his iPod. Instead of grabbing it, he just jumped in. This definitely surprised her. Eventually he broke the surface, iPod in hand. It was probably ruined. Poor him. Siting biting her lip she lingered there, watching him crawl back out of the lake. Something else had to have been wrong, because that dismayed look came back on his face. She found out what was wrong when he pulled out his soggy cell phone from his pant. Oh. Ouch.

Whatever compelled her to move; she did. She slowly made her way down the hill toward the lake and the shirtless guy. Once again, oh geeze. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Stupidly, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Just at him. She tripped when she finally met the bottom of the hill, her sandal catching on a stone. She grunted slightly, using her other foot to steady herself before she fell over. What a klutz. It had been like that forever. Every since she was a child she was following on her ass every time she even stood up. She got herself into the worst situations, and many time she had to be rushed to the hospital because of something she did. Her father had gotten used to the fact that she would come home with bandages or bruises. It was normal. Sure, he worried about her. But he knew it was just her being her clumsy self. Grinning sheepishly, she righted her self. She was pretty close already, and he probably saw her little trip fest. Great. "Hey, uh..."

she said, suddenly lost for words. She ran her hand through her hair, pulling back the loose strands and folded them behind her ear. She was smiling, but she looked like she was regretting her decision. She eventually forced words out of her mouth, trying not to stare at him. God, why did some people have to be so damn good looking. "Hi"[/color] she said, preforming a dinky little wave with a flick of her hands. Hi. What the hell was that? Pathetic Tracee, pathetic. Change the subject, do something! "Hey, sorry about your iPod. That, uh, sucks. Seems to happen to me all the time. So, ya"[/color] she said. Or really, stumbled. Good job Tracee. You officially look like a complete retard. She hated herself actually. Hated herself so much that it was deadly. She was really not aware to how beautiful she was. She thought she was down right ugly. Fat, useless, stupid. Those three things were what she called herself. But all three of them were so wrong. She was slim, not fat at all. She was not even close to useless, and she was quite adaptable to the situation. She could do anything that you asked of her actually. She was defiantly not stupid. She was close to being a super genius. She was just shy. Shy and quiet. And yet they were such a downfall. "I'm Tracee."[/color] She hasn't melted. Yet

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[nathan james story]

Once again we come into view of the hot young man that dropped his ipod into the water. The poor guy is quite disappointed that he no longer has a working ipod or cell phone, I bet. Then again, he hasn't actually tried to turn them on yet...Smart guy. So he was laying on his back, letting the sun dry him off, and then a girl comes into the picture. Seeing him she quickly hides behind the tree. But not before she saw his shirt hanging on a tree...That was a sign he learned to leave if he got stuck in the wilderness. Haha. The girl, who was actually pretty cute, peeked out from behind the tree, obviously a bit nervous of the hot young man. She watched him dance (yeah, I got a bit time messed up. Live with it audience. =) and nearly seemed to explode with laughter when he dropped his ipod. But her face just looked surprised when he jumped into the lake. Get used to it. Nate never does what you expect him to do. Oh no, never. One minute what he's thinking and about to do will be written on his forehead, and then next he'll be a hard stone that's impossible to read. Ah, but that's Nate for you. He grew up that way. And with how he grew up, it's surprising how he is today. Friends help a lot when you're younger, remember that. So getting back on the subject. The girl finally seemed to get up enough courage and made her way down to the hot boy, but she then stumbled, but caught herself before she fell. That was a good thing. She started talking, Nate looked up, stood up, and began talking back, smiling all the while. He loved meeting new people. Especially girls. Cute girls. She kind of fit into the section.

"Nate"

It was a surprise when Nate, nearly asleep for that fact, heard something behind him. It wasn't a loud noise, exactly, but like someone...Tripping possibly? Yeah, that'd do it. Curious he sat up in just enough time to see a girl nearly trip and then catch herself just in time. He noted that, chances are, she was nearing him, and smiled slightly. She was pretty cute...Or maybe more than 'pretty cute'. Hot didn't even work. Wow.

She then came down and spoke, without tripping for that fact, and he looked up at her for a moment before standing up, smiling. Oh dang, his ankle hurt. For a moment or two he made a face, wondering what he had possibly done this time, and then he leaned all of his weight causally over to his other leg. Note to Nate: Don't put pressure on your right leg. Kay. Thanks.

She said hey, hi, and then hey again, making Nate smile. As terrible as it was he loved how girls stuttered when meeting new people. He, of course, thought it was all new people. He never actually stopped to think that it was just when they met hot guys. Poor Nate.

"Oh...Yeah, happens to me a lot, too. I saw you almost trip and fall, are you alright? I seem to do that way to often sometimes, and it can get pretty ruff after a while." He paused then, thinking over her name. Tracee...For a fact of the day, he knew that he would never, ever forget that name. Ever. Or that face of hers. Maybe he'd see her again...But if not he was going to savor the few minutes of small talk before she left his site and never entered it again. Just thinking like that mellowed him out for a moment, but he was back on the ball of things the next moment. Hyper was another good way to describe Nate. "And I'd be Nate."

Rotating his now annoying and hurting ankle he couldn't help but smile slightly. The first person he meets here is a cute girl...But chances are she already had a boyfriend. Maybe he'd be able to slip it into random conversation, or maybe they should just avoid the subject overall. Besides, if she did already have a boyfriend, why would she want to hang out with Nate?

Oh, did he seriously just introduce himself as Nate? "Okay, Nathan, my bad. But obviously I'm always called Nate." Smiling all the while, he shook his head. He had never, ever done that with a girl before...With anyone for that fact. It was a new, different experience for him.

Another question came into his mind then, and he was curious to see how she would react once she discovered it. He was always dragging himself into trouble. Before a month was over the hospital here would know him well. If you could get him to the hospital, anyways. He preferred to just hang out around his house and let it heal in time, like he always had to do when he was little. Besides, he had a bad record with hospitals. Or they had a bad record with him, rather. But then again back in Texas he was just being stalked by those creepy dudes who wanted him dead. But yeah, he didn't want to relive those days.

He turned his mind back to the current girl at hand. She was so cute! Honestly he had never felt this way before. Every place he had lived before this he had never had a girlfriend. That's right, Nathan Story has never, ever had a girlfriend. He's kissed girls often enough, don't ask, but having a girlfriend never really seemed important.

It was around early afternoon by now, and Nate had been out for a few hours just walking around. After all, if he was going to live here while he finished college he needed to know his way around, right?

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Other;; So glad you replied! Sounds like they'll get along good...And Nate thinks she's cute. =]

[tracee maria parker]

` tracee maria parker `

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There was so much on her mind at this point. One big and important thing swirling in her head was Jude. She couldn't help but feel in the dark at this point. She had 'known' him sense her freshman year. But she wondered if he even knew her? The only way people knew her was because of her rich father. 'The Gentleman' they called him. He seemed to know everyone. And if you were somebody you knew Mr. James Parker. So, if you were rich you would hear of her. She was sure Jude knew about her, right? They had been in the same class a few times, and passed each other in the school's hall way. She might have even sat next to him in Biology class even. But did he really know her? Frankly, Tracee didn't have the guts to talk to him. Let along find out. Damn her shy self; it was almost unbearable sometimes! Always mocking her when she was trying to get along in the world. Maybe being shy is the only thing that kept her from going crazy. Tracee was a bit of a 'crazy' person at sometimes. Not exactly 'not right in the head' crazy (although she seems like it sometimes) but just wild crazy. But only around people that she knew. If you could dig past her wall of shyness, you would find such a happy and outgoing person that it was intoxicating. You just couldn't be sad around her. But Jude? He was way out of her league. And even though she wanted to take it slow, the world wasn't going to wait for her. She wanted to have time to admit her feelings, but she was way to late for that. He had Jensen now. And worse, Jensen was one of her good friend. Ug! Life was a bitch sometimes. But who knew that because she waited too long Jensen got 'her' guy. Jude was a real catch wasn't he? She was a lucky, lucky girl. The more and more time passed by the more Tracee sure it was a lost cause. She saw the two of them in public. They really did love each other, that much was for sure. She tried to draw them once; but got to worked up about it to even finish. She had a bit of Jude finished, but as soon as she started to depict Jensen next to him she had to stop. Ug, her life was so pathetic these days.

He was extremely hot. Why did they have to be that way? It only made her life a heck of a lot more confusing. She, personally, had no idea how she got down the hill. She didn't even know how she made it here without freaking out. She was surprised she hadn't melted yet. As you can see, she wasn't that confident with herself. Hell, she had never been this close to an attractive guy for what seemed like forever. No, scratch that. She had walked past a few, gazed at a handful as they walked by. She had never gotten the guts to actually talk to them. Oh no. That was just way too hard for her. She was not like most of the confident sluts in the NYC. He was definitely slut 'material' if you will. She was surprised that she had been the first one to approach him on this stifling hot day. Already she felt the sun beating down on her back without mercy. Overheating, she felt like she was overheating. And the fact that there was an attractive guy in front of her was not helping much either. New York weather was so unpredictable. One day it could be freezing cold and pouring rain, and then the next it 100+ degrees weather. Ug. She hated change like that. It would always screw her up beyond belief. The swim in the water that the guy had done was not seeming to be such a bad idea anymore. In fact, the water was almost inviting. A cold paradise in the horribly hot weather. Concentrate she pleaded to herself. She must have appeared to be off in some sort of dream land as she stared longingly at the cold water. It was not rude to ignore a person, let alone not even look at him. Oh damn. Every time she looked at him her heart skipped a beat. Handsome, Attractive, Shirtless. He didn't deserve the attention of a stuttering quiet girl like Tracee. Where were those whores and sluts? They must be running late or something. Just don't look at him Tracee, and you should be fine. But that was not going to happen was it?

Her eyes flickered back and forth nervously, but they kept on settling on his eyes. Man, they were intoxicating really. She wanted to beg for him to get his shirt and put it back on; but she doubted that would happen. Ug. "Oh...Yeah, happens to me a lot, too. I saw you almost trip and fall, are you alright? I seem to do that way to often sometimes, and it can get pretty ruff after a while." Great, he did see her trip. Her arms nervously crossed over her stomach. It was no way of an angry way, just like she was saying 'oh geeze, what have i done'. She, once again, found her hair dangling in front of her face. Almost in a bad habit, she kept on raising her hand and folding the hair behind her ears every once and a while. But they were just not cooperated. Smiling slightly she looked down for a few minutes before talking. Attempting to regain her composure. "Oh ya, I'm okay. I'm just a big klutz"

she admitted, crossing her legs slightly when she finished talking. "I've gotten used to it really. The hospital probably knows me by heart"[/color] she said, laughing drying and quietly at herself. Composure, composure Tracee! Biting her lip she pulled her head up, forcing herself to stare into his eyes. She felt less shady, but less steady. "And I'd be Nate." he said. Nate. Pretty simple name. She nodded in acknowledgment, still forcing herself to stare at him. Straight in the eyes. She was getting braver; hopefully. She noticed something odd about his eyes. They were almost like a shade of bluish violet. Purple eyes? Odd, but unique. They were captivating, sweet. Almost like staring into the eyes of a little puppy. Oh god Tracee. Remember Jude? Remember him? But was Jude even hers anymore? No, not anymore. And yet she would let loose that one word for him. love. Don't say that, she knows! But still. My god she was all over the place. His soft violet eyes were not helping. Her eyes were a soft mocha brown, a chocolate color. Nothing special. "Okay, Nathan, my bad. But obviously I'm always called Nate." She smiled as best she could. Was he stumbling too. She had not idea why. She wasn't that amazing. Or was she? "Well, nice to meet you Nate and or Nathan"[/color] she said, trying to sound and look as friendly and as confident as she could. She could be a bit off a goof sometimes, always trying to be funny. Act funny. Do something funny. Maybe that was why she was pretty much a klutz. Who knows. She turned her head to the side slightly to look at his ruined iPod in his hands. "Oh man. It looks pretty totaled. Does it even work?"[/color] she asked blinking slowly as she looked at the soggy iPod. Change the subject, good idea.

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[nathan james story]

It really is quite a shame I'm not aware of the status of Tracee. Not only does Nate seem to be in love, but she nearly does to! Is that wacky to say or what? But who knows what could happen in the next five minutes. Nate could drag her into the lake, or she could drag him into the lake, or they could stand their awkwardly like they have been. Eeh, they'll figure out something eventually. For a while there they were both avoiding each others stares it seems, and then Tracee finally got the better of the both of them and stared him in the eyes. It only seemed to surprise her a little when she discovered his eye color, which seemed to make him smile a bit more than normally. Normal people would run away screaming vampire or something along those lines when they first see Nate's eyes. But then again, maybe this girl isn't normal. I don't know. I'm just the person writing the post, remember? But I can tell you this: Nate's good looks normally make people ignore his eyes. So now it looks like Nate's talking again, which isn't very surprising as he talks a lot. And then he shrugs and tries to turn on his ipod which...Ouch. That looks like it hurt. Ha ha. Now he knows not to pick up ipods that have been dropped in water. Rubbing his hand he looks like he's trying to forget that fact that his hand nearly caught on fire. That has got to hurt. But from the looks of it he was stuttering a bit anyways, so maybe he needed it to wake him up. Bring him back to the fact that he's talking to a cute girl...Or staying away from it.

"Natey"

There was one question and one question only current on Nate's mind: was she single? No, he knew for a good fact. There wasn't a chance that she could be single. Not with how hot and good looking and...Ugh. He needed something, anything to distract himself from her. But he reminded himself that it wasn't exactly a very nice thing to do, and noted her eye color. Hers, unlike his, was normal and...Well, not normal at the same time. It was an amazing brown color...He never though he'd think brown was an amazing color till now.

A surprised look crept over his face when he was told the hospital new her by now. Really? Honestly? Truly? Could it be possible that he found someone who ended up in the hospital as much as he did? No possible way. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure they'll know me before to long as well." A smile then over took the shock, and he glanced down into the water before at his ipod.

Apparently, she was trying to be funny. It worked pretty well in Nate's opinion. He laughed lightly for a moment before he looked away again, dragging his eyes back to her after a moment. Honestly, he needs to stop doing that.

She changed the subject, which he was very happy about, to his soaking wet ipod. When she asked if it worked he could only shrug. "I suppose I need to find out sometime..." Taking a breath and preparing himself for nothing he turned on the ipod, holding down the menu button for a moment before there was a sharp pain in his hand, a flash of light and...He dropped the ipod into the water again. "Apparently not," it came out as a mutter as he rubbed his hand up and down the side of his shorts.

After a moment he glanced into the lake, shaking his head. "That isn't worth getting if it intends on shocking me again." Frowning he shook his head again, glaring at the ipod slightly. It was mean, and he wasn't exactly too thrilled about his hand now.

It just now occurred to him that he wasn't wearing a shirt. And that, chances are, was messing up the girl more than a little. But he didn't enjoy wearing his shirt...At all...Once so ever. For a moment he thought about running back and grabbing his oh so lovely shirt hanging from a tree. And then in a moment he decided not to. It'd be too much work, and besides, she was, chances are, getting ready to walk away. That was something Nate didn't want to happen. Like, at all.


oh oh see;;Ah. That was like, the worst post like, ever. Sorry..
Word Count;;Over 500, but I'm not putting the actually amount..

[jude gregory kite]

ooc: go ahead and continue. i'm going to leave this as it is, after reading everything i like where it's going. to be honest, i don't know if i could whip up a post good enough for this right now. especially since jude isn't giving me any muse lately. sorry, guys! we have to roleplay soon, though! continue, continue. this might win thread of the month!