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Post by Lily Peake on Apr 19, 2009 19:09:51 GMT -5
Lily sighed and chewed her lip. "I hadn't gotten that far, gimme a sec." She said looking him over as if expecting to find the answer there. She was pretty surprised that he'd even agreed to try this, but maybe he realized she was right about him in a small way, he needed more imagination.
"Okay close your eyes." She told him. "Don't worry I won't do anything to you." People were always afraid to close their eyes because they thought they'd get bugs in their mouth or slime in the hands or be doused this water. but that wasn't Lily's point. She wanted to make him think, see things that weren't there.
"Now listen to everything and tell me what you hear." Lily said. "Try to be descriptive, use similes." She prompted, wondering if he understood.
She too then closed her eyes. "I hear you breathing, slightly ragged, like... a storm ready to break. I hear the grass rustle like a ladies skirt. Like that." Lily said hoping she was clear. He just had to take something he knew so well and really hear it, and then attatch it to something else he knew.
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Post by Danny Parson on Apr 19, 2009 20:46:50 GMT -5
Danny eyed Lily suspiciously when she told him to close his eyes, but after she promised she wouldn't do anything he closed them. Everything was perfectly dark then. When it was light out you could sometimes she light through the back of your eyelids, but in the night all was dark. The only was he could tell that Lily was still there with him was through her voice, and he listened hard to it to see what she wanted him to do next.
"You know I barely graduated school," Danny muttered when she told him to use similes, trying to figure out what she meant by that. But he listened to her explanation and tried to do what she asked of him. He thought hard of what he was hearing, then realized that was what he was doing wrong. He wasn't supposed to be thinking, (he didn't think through school, and then he was thinking when he wasn't supposed to be) he was supposed to be listening. So Danny stopped thinking about it, and just listened.
"I hear...the paper rustling together........like bark scratching......and your soft breathing like........ummmmm.........the wind on a warm summers day?" Danny said, the last part more of a question as he tried to do what she asked of him. "Is that what you mean?" He said, unsure if he had done it correctly, and not thinking the comparisons were right, especially her breath.
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Post by Lily Peake on Apr 19, 2009 21:05:45 GMT -5
Lily smiled at him broadly as she opened her eyes to listen to him, letting it fall into what might have looked like a more natural smile as he turned to look at her. "Yeah yeah, you're getting there. You have to think a little less and feel a little more, look for the beauty in everything, even things you know. You know how you dream of those places you'll go someday? Try seeing them, touching them, feeling them." She said with a shrug, she just wanted to open his eyes so he could see the world, get the most out of all his travels which she hoped he might tell her all about. They had never been exactly the closest, but they knew each other, and maybe he didn't like her company much--she couldn't tell. But she was enjoying his company. For whatever that was worth.
"Close your eyes again." She prompted. "Lets imagine you're in Scotland, on St Andrews beach and the water is rolling like dark fields of wheat in a wind and a cool wind blows across your face." At this point she blew a gentle stream across his face for added effect. "What else do you see?"
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Post by Danny Parson on Apr 21, 2009 21:02:51 GMT -5
After Danny had opened his eyes and went to look at Lily he saw her smiling at her. She replied to him and he smiled at her, nodding his head, trying to think. See the beauty in things. Well, he wasn't sure he could do that. But the places he'd go some day? He could defiantly see them, feel them, touch them. He did it all the time. He researched every place all over the Internet a million times over and over again until it was all stuck in his mind and he could see it everyday. He loved the places, he could see them, could feel the sand in his toes.
Danny closed his eyes again as Lily told him without a second thought and listened to what she asked of him. St. Andrew's beach in Scotland? Ah, he'd read about that place a million times, seen a million pictures and videos. As she described it the pictures formed in his head. She blew across his face and a small smile formed, but it did feel like the wind. "I can feel each individual grain soft and smooth pass through my toes, and hear the waves lap against each other gently and slowly. I can smell the ocean smell, and see in the evening the sunsetting over the water." The picture formed in his water, and he began o feel it and smell it even more as he spoke it.
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Post by Lily Peake on Apr 21, 2009 21:33:04 GMT -5
Lily listened to his words and closed her eyes, she could see it too. But she was sure he'd looked these places up, none of it was coming from his own mind, none of it made up, and maybe that's what he really needed. "You can open your eyes again Danny." She told him as she went to lay in the grass, folding her hands on her stomach looking at the sky.
"No try describing something you see, but really what you see, not what you know." Lily said. But figuring he might be getting sick of her games, or at least not be sure what she meant, she simply patted the grass beside her for him to join her. "You don't have to if you don't want to, I must be a pain in the ass." She laughed lightly, she was always trying to get people to see, so that they could understand why she loved art so much.
Lily lifted her bright eyes to the sky and sighed. "See, if you look up and say what you know you say that all you see is stars, balls of gas burning in space, in the sky." She pointed up to the stars, tracing the summer triangle with her finger before dropping her hand into the grass between them. "But, if you really look, you see colors in the light, shading in the darkness, each little star could be its own world, could be somebody's sun. Does that make sense?" Lily asked.
Then she laughed. "God, I sound like a fool don't I?"
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Post by Danny Parson on Apr 22, 2009 16:13:40 GMT -5
Danny opened his eyes and it disappeared, the darkness wrapping itself around him once more, the bright stars dotting his vision. He rubbed his eyes, blinking so he could see, and looked around, for Lily. He soon spotted her laying in the grass, and she was speaking once more.
Danny laid beside her, except he laid on her stomach, propping himself on his elbows and looked over at her. "You aren't a pain in the ass. Well, not at the moment. I've just seen the pictures so much I know it. It's what I know. Where as, you're trying to get me to see what you know. It's like the teachers at school. Except, I like your way better." Danny said with a smile as he rolled over onto his back to look up at the sky too and listened to her next words.
"You don't sound like a fool, and it makes sense, in a way. I mean, I don't see balls of gas. That does not look like gas. But I don't see different colors. But, suns, that makes sense. I always love making pictures out of them. I know, it's a little kid thing, but I still do it." Danny pointed up at the sky, pointing at a grouping of stars, "That right there looks like a fish," He said, outlining it with his finger. He dropped his hand between them, turning his head to look at her to see what she said.
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Post by Lily Peake on Apr 22, 2009 18:32:53 GMT -5
She smiled softly when he assured her that she wasn't bothering him and that he liked her way of teaching better. That had to be a good thing, considering how much he'd always hated school. She listened to what he said and smiled a little. "I just meant that technically speaking, if you look with a scientist's eyes, you'd know it was gas in space, nobody calls it that." She said trying to explain herself. Most people called stars the eyes of heaven.
"Yeah, I'm terrible with real constellations, they're not even that exact, I find them hard to see." Lily admitted. "I know the summer triangle, and Orion, but Orion is like a spirng or winter constellation, I forget."
Lily felt his hand was very close to hers in the grass, and a few of her fingers itched to reach out. But she didn't know why, so she merely clasped her hands together on her stomach looking up at the sky. The sky was so big here, and she loved that about the country.
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Post by Danny Parson on Apr 22, 2009 19:17:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm terrible with real constellations, they're not even that exact, I find them hard to see. I know the summer triangle, and Orion, but Orion is like a spirng or winter constellation, I forget."
"I like finding my own shapes in the sky, but finding constellations really isn't that hard." Danny said his eyes moving quickly among the sky as he searched for the constellations he knew. "Here," He said moving closer to her until he was right beside her, "Right there," He said pointing right above her, "Is the big dipper, that one's always hard to see. That is the Ursa Minor, this is the month it can be seen best. But that one's my favorite, it's a bit hard to see, but it's the Crux." As Danny said each one, he pointed them out, tracing them with his finger.
Danny turned his head to look at Lily and realized their head's were almost touching. He looked at her face and saw that a piece of hair had gone astray and was laying across her hair. Suddenly he had an urge to move it back behind her ear but he stopped himself and instead put his arm down and laid it across his stomach, looking back up at the sky again.
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Post by Lily Peake on Apr 22, 2009 19:32:24 GMT -5
Lily felt him move closer to her and realized she was blushing lightly, she hoped he didn't see, she wasn't sure why she was doing it, maybe just his simple closeness. Lily watched his fingers tracing in the sky, squinting slightly to see the shapes that she finally saw. How funny, Danny was showing her how to see.
And he turned to look at her and she turned too and was almost surprised at how close his face was to hers. It felt nice to have him nearby, not like she'd say it out loud. They'd always got along, but you were supposed to feel like kissing best friends, not just friends. And part of her did feel like kissing him.
Frankly though, she was relieved when he laid back down, just so she didn't have to think about it or face it. She never would have guessed they'd click so well. Lily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and folded her hands again. Lily found herself at a loss for words, but was pleased to see that the silence wasn't awkward.
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Post by Danny Parson on Apr 22, 2009 20:01:23 GMT -5
Danny breathed slowly into the warm night air looking up at the stars that were no longer visible to him. Thoughts swirled around in his hand that made him forget what he was seeing and not see it at all. The thoughts swirled around in his mind as he laid there, trying to sort them out, trying to figure them out.
As Danny lay there, centimeters away from Lily he felt an electricity between them that he'd never felt before. Danny and Lily had been friends for as long as they'd known each other - so all through school - but never best friends. Wasn't this what happened to best friends, not just friends? Wait - what was happening? Did she feel it too, though? He knew what was happening. He felt like reaching over and touching her skin, like tucking her hair behind her ear, like kissing her -
Danny needed to stop thinking that! What was he thinking? He'd never had a relationship with anybody before, he'd never even kissed a girl before, and now? Lily was just a friend, and they had had fun together that night. Danny was soon to leave town, and that was that. There was nothing between them, and there never would be.
Danny looked over at Lily again and wondered what she was thinking in the silence.
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Post by Lily Peake on Apr 22, 2009 20:10:34 GMT -5
Lily lay there in the quiet for what felt like forever, letting her mind wander and sift through her feelings as her heart started to race quietly. Why was she so intent on getting closer? Why did she want to touch him? Kiss him? Why had she so desperately wanted him to see things? Danny wanted out of this town, he wanted nothing to do with it. Therefore, he would want nothing to do with Lily. She'd just be in his way, stopping him from getting his dreams. She didn't need that guilt trip, and yet.......
Lily turned her head sideways and then sat up, putting her pencils into her hand and carefully tearing out her portrait of him. She tucked the sketchbook under her arm and looked down at Danny laying there. "I should go. Mom'll worry..." She said with a laugh. Not to mention she'd miss dinner. But she wouldn't have minded any of that, she just could take the urges, couldn't fend them off anymore....
Despite herself, Lily leaned over swiftly and touched her lips to his for barely a second, a fraction of a second. And she stood up just as quickly, hoping the darkness would hide her blush and she took off running.
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Post by Danny Parson on Apr 22, 2009 20:25:04 GMT -5
Danny was startled when Lily sat up, and he leaned up to, pushing himself up so he was leaning up on his elbows. He nodded as she said she had to go home for dinner. Of course, some family's still had dinner together. Danny's family didn't worry if he didn't end up home that night. He was usually in Caldwell's Field, or sometimes at a friends house, though they sometimes expected a call from the police station to bail him out of jail in the middle of the night, just because of that one time.....(the second time it happened he called his brother since they were of age, and he would if it happened again).
Danny nodded as he watched her, fiddling with the hem of his shirt while he watched her gather her stuff. Suddenly, it happened so quickly Danny couldn't be sure it happened, Lily leaned over and her lips pressed against his for only a second. Then she was gone, running away into the darkness.
Danny sat there surprised. He raised a hand and touched his lips lightly where hers had touched his. Than he couldn't help it, he smiled. Danny lied back down again, knowing he wasn't going home that night.
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