Added: Jan 23, 2012

From: xNileyxBubblesx

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FRIDAY, 15th of July, 1988 "I suppose what matters is to make some sort of a change." She said. "You know, to actually make a differance." "What, like, 'change the world', you mean?" "Not the whole world. Just the little bit around you." They lay in silence for a moment, bodies curled around eachother on the small sized bed, then both began to chuckle in a low, whispering voices. "Can't believe I just said that," she groaned. "Sounds a bit corny, right?" "Just a bit." He says with a smile tugging his lips up. "I'm trying to be inspiriting! To give you just a little bit of the great adventure that lies ahead of you." She turned to face him. "Not that it would matter anyway. You probably got a little flow-chart somewhere or something." "Hardly." "So what're you going to do with you life, then? What's the brilliant plan?" "Well, my parents are going to pick up my stuff, dump it at theirs and then I'll spend a couple of days in their flat in London, meet up with some friends. Then Italy—" "Very nice—" "Then France maybe, see what's that about, then maybe onto China, travel around there for a bit—" "Travelling," she sighed. "Who would've guessed?" The whole statement dropping with sarcasam. "What's wrong with traveling?" "Avoiding reality more like." "I think reality is over-rated."he said in the hope that it might come across as dark and charismatic. She sneezed. "S'alright, I guess for those who can afford something like that. Why not just say 'I'm going on a holiday for three years'? It's the same deal." "Because travel broadens the mind."he said, rising onto one elbow and kissing her. "Oh I think you're probably a bit too broadminded as it is," she said, turning her face away, at least for the moment. They settled again on the pillow. "Anyway, I didn't mean what you're doing tomorrow, I meant the future-future, when you're, hmm, I don't know," She paused, pretending to think. "Forty or something. What do you want to be when you're forty?" "Forty?" He too seemed to be struggling with the concept. "I honestly don't know. May I say 'rich'?" "Just so, so shallow." "Forty years old. Forty. Fucking hell." He turned suddenly and reached for the cigarettes on the floor by the bed. Smiling at his anxiety, she decided to make it worse. "So, what'll you be doing when you're forty?" He lit his cigarette thoughtfully."Well, the thing is, Mi—" " 'Mi'? Who's 'Mi'?" "People call you Mi. I've heard them." "Yeah, friends call me Mi." "So can I call you Mi?" "Go on then, Nicky." Nicholas Grey. She peered up at him through her fringe as he leant against the cheap buttoned vinyl headboard. Eyes closed, the cigarette glued languidly to his lower lip, the dawn light warming the side of his face through the red filter of the curtains. Miley Stewart thought 'handosme' a silly, nineteenth-century word, but there really was no other word for it, except perhaps 'beautiful'. He had one of those faces where you were aware of the bones beneath the skin, as if even his bare skull would be attractive. Still with his eyes closed, he exhaled some through his nose. Clearly he knew he was being watched because he tucked one hand beneath his armpit, bunching up his pectorals and biceps. Where did the muscles come from? Certanly not sporting activity, unless you counted skinny dipping and playing pool. Probably it was just the kind of good health that was passed down in the family, along with the stocks and shares and the good furniture. Handsome then, or beautiful even, with his paisley boxer shorts pulled down to his hip bones and somehow here in her single bed in her tiny rented room at the end of four years of college. --- Q: What do you think this story is about? Q: Do you like it so far? If you like this, copy the url of your favorite picture on tumblr or on weheartit and post it in the comments. :) I wish you guys a very good week.

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