<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss151/NekoKitty132/Decorated%20images/cuteanimeboy.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Johnathan<br/>Age: 16</div></div></div><br/><br/>The sound of Johnathans' stomach growled loudly. He was secretly watching the door for his father. Sitting on a beat up couch that was faded from a once dazling leather black he watched the blue sky from the window. They were living in a run down in this time, always moving and never staying in one place for long.<br/><br/>Johnathan had no idea why they kept running but everytime he asked his father he would reply with a,<span style="font-style: italic">"in due time I shall tell you."</span>It always had his mind wandering and thinking of possible senarios. Maybe his father was running for the royal gaurds for stealing secret documents that he threatened to expose and now the king wanted him to be hunted down.<br/><br/>Whatever the reason, Johnathan was never submited into a school house and was taught may things by his father. His writing was elegent and he had a great mind for storytelling. though his father never taught Johnathen to draw, he easily adapted to different mediums. It was one of his talents he probably got from his mother since his father couldn't even draw a simple fish.<br/><br/>Never meeting his mother wasn't something that made him sad, but it was something that he wished he could do. Being with his father for a long time filled in that empty gap sometimes. So it wasn't that big of a deal.<br/><br/>Johnathan flipped some of his pale blond hair, that matched his outfit, from his slate green and blue eyes, which he got from his mother as well. When he heard key jangle from the other side of the door he waiting impatiently for the piece of wood implied as a door would open already, but he waited without looking, not wanting his father to see that he was waiting especially for him. When the door opened and his father walked in with an arms full of breads and cheese and other foods Johnathan rushed to help his father.<br/><br/>"Alright, grub!" Johnathan grabbed the bags and rushed to the samll dinning area, his father chuckling loudly at him. With his mouth he held a forks, he grumbled, "What?"<br/><br/>"Nothing, nothing Johnathan, I just didn't know ye were that excited to see me again." he tousled Johnathans hair and smiled down at him through long black bangs.<br/><br/>Blushing Johnathan mumbled to himself, "Thanks for the food old man."