Unsure Smile“Magnus?” I said softly as I stepped into his dark apartment.I’d stormed out earlier, after another fight about Camille, and well…everything she brought up. The move had been quickly regretted though, but I had stayed away to think. I had always been better at thinking things through when I put a little distance between myself and them. Isabelle always said it was a bad thing, that I put to much distance between myself and things I had a problem with and that’s why I was a failure at anything social, but it was the only way I could think.I hung my jacket on the hook next to the door and slid my shoes off, wondering vaguely if maybe Magnus had gone out. I hoped he hadn’t. Going out probably meant he was in some bar or club that had the potential to be anywhere in the world and I could possibly go several days without seeing him again. And I definitely didn’t want that. I hated spending time away from him and , sadly, that seemed to be t
ZipName, Nicknames and Name Meanings: Zellmeyer Joshua Markson; Zellmeyer: Ruler of Village, Joshua: God rescues; AKA ZipGender: MaleAge and D.O.B: 25 as of August 4th 2011Height: Five Feet Five InchesWeight: 130lbs. Eye Color: PurpleHair Color: Black with Purple dyed in the frontSkin Tone: TannedFacial Hair: NoneFreckles and Other Marks: NoneScars: Has a big scar on his right shoulder from where he was bit by a shark at 15.Where they live: San Francisco CaliforniaSexuality: BisexualNationality: British, born in London and moved away when he was 12.Talents: Jewelry making, metal working, welding, surfing, sketchingJob: Tattoo Artist and Piercer, he also sells jewelry and sculpturesTattoos: He has a zipper pattern that goes down the
Remembrance Chapter 5"I hate these current events papers." I pouted as I clicked through the recent news on the news website."I'm not too fond of them either." Ricky sighed, looking over the newspapers he had spread around him on the coffee table in his livingroom."Wow, Mr. History Buff doesn't like the history homework?""Shut up. I only like history where the people are already dead.""Here then." I pulled up the obituaries on screen, "These people are dead.""Oh ha ha." He grinned."You know you can't get enough of my strangeness." I smiled."Nope." He smiled softly at me, and I felt myself blush a little.It had been two months now since we'd started dating, and I had to admit, I loved every second of it. Ricky was amazingly sweet, and he was always careful not to do something he thought might upset me which I greatly appreciated. He'd come up from behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, or wrap an arm around me when we were on the couch, or hold me close at night while we slept. And it felt goo
Remembrance- Chapter 4"Hi Mrs. Smith." I said to Ricky's mom as we walked into Ricky's house. I set the groceries Ricky had bought on the counter; we'd gone to the store after school with the money from Ricky's mom. I'd figured out several months after I first started hanging out with Ricky that, while his mom was a fun and really cool person, she wasn't necessarily a good mom. She was spacey to the point of not always remembering to buy food for Ricky and his now nine year old little brother Timmy, and not always remembering to take Timmy to his appointments. So Ricky picked up the slack, buying food for him and his brother, walking his brother to his appointments with doctors and tutors that helped him keep up in school despite his autism.Ricky always acted like he didn't mind, and most people in town didn't even know the reason it was always Ricky at the store or taking Timmy to his tutors. They just thought Ricky was being a sweet, protective big brother. I'd lost count of the nights Ricky had snuck to
Rememberance- Chapter 3Weeks passed, I was living in an orphanage now. A ward of the state. I was told my parents had been arrested and charged with child abuse among other things. I was interviewed a lot, sometimes by cops, sometimes by therapists and other doctors. I told them what they wanted to know, then curled back up on my bed. I just wanted all of this to go away. Just wanted it to never have happened. Wanted to be my seventh birthday again, Uncle Mark striding through the door with a huge present for me.After a little over two months one of the ladies from the orphanage came to my room and told me they had found me a foster family from a little town called Glenwood Springs Colorado. They were downstairs and wanted to meet me.I came down with the lady and was escorted to a room with four people in it. There was a beautiful woman with streaks of grey in her hair. Her soft face made her seem more motherly than anyone I'd ever seen before. Next to her was a man with the same kind of soft, trustable fa
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