Collared [Sabbat and Breezy]
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				Title: <strong>Collared [Sabbat and Breezy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 12:54:35</strong>
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				Corey was waiting outside of the diner, bag slung over his shoulder, looking nervously up and down the busy road. Even at this late hour the roadways were a blur of bright lights. He had never been in a city like this before, and even though the bus had only dropped him off a few minutes ago, he was already nervous. He had always been a cry baby and a weakling, easily intimidated and bullied. Only one person had ever stood up for him back in school...<br><br>He rummaged into his pocket and fished out a tarnished old necklace, a heart shaped locket dangling from his fingers. Flicking it open, he looked down at the picture inside. It was faded, but the picture was practically printed into his memory by now. He had spent many long nights staring at it, missing the girl in the faded paper. Her arms were locked around his shoulders, having surprised him and snapping a photo before he could cover up his shy little smile.<br><br>He looked the same now as he did in the picture. Sandy brown hair, so light it was almost blond, kept short but puffy, like it had been sent through a microwave oven. His eyes were a similar shade of brown, gentle and innocent, freckled, heart shaped face quite prone to blushing. He was thin, wearing a long sleeved shirt that was a few sizes too big, only his fingers sticking out from the ends. It was a light yellow colour, with a hood flopped back and its strings untied. His jeans and sneakers were both quite aged, faded and scuffed.<br><br>A drop of rain hit his forehead and he drew his hoodie close, almost mewling. "Where is she..." he had been heart broken when she had graduated High School and left, and that had been two years ago. Now, he was finally a graduate, and so he was here. He was nervous about seeing her again, a torrent of butterflies seeming to get more fevered as the bus had gotten closer.<br><br>He dragged his suitcase closer, looking up and down the road again and stashing the locket again. "Maybe she's forgotten about me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Collared [Sabbat and Breezy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>breezyslave</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 04:57:59</strong>
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				But she hadn't forgotten about him. In fact she had thought of him every moment the last two years. She was excited to be seeing him again but was afraid that he might have changed somehow.Nevertheless she was prepared to be reunited with him, to hold him in her arms once more. To rekindle the bond and protect him from the cruel surroundings of the city.&nbsp; She thought of how everyone had treated him in school and how she had kept him under her wing. Life had changed so much for her but still one thing remained the same. She is his and he is hers. " I wonder what he will do when he see's me?" she thinks to herself. " Maybe I should do something romantic..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Collared [Sabbat and Breezy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 17:30:44</strong>
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				Now he wished he had her cell phone number. He had never been in a city before, and now he was worried he would be stuck at this bus station. He had no where to go, barely any cash, and he didn't know what to-<br><br><em>Calm down Corey, its alright... its been, like, 10 minutes, just don't freak out...</em><br><br>He took a deep breath and tried to get his nerves on check, giving the tarnished chain in his pocket another clench, just for courage.
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				Post by: <strong>breezyslave</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 23:47:57</strong>
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				all of the sudden she gets the romantic Idea she has been looking for...A night at the Westin. A five star hotel just down the road from the bus station. " Thats it...he will love it" she thinks to herself.&nbsp; She gathers her things and packs them into her suitcase and does her hair and makeup. "there that is perfect" she says looking at her hair in the mirror. She takes the suitcase and puts it into the trunk of the car and drives to the station. She stops just before the bus station and takes a breather... She gets her wits about herself , pulls up to where he is and stops. She waves at him and smiles.
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