I Need Somebody To Love [ Eliza ]

[School is the bane of my life]

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His legs spread out over the mattress, his arms hanging off the bed, one clinging onto the thin blanket that threatened to slide off at any moment. What was the noise that woke him up? Oh yes it was the loud banging that signalled his dad had left. He shook up in a fury of his blanket falling off and midnight black hair coating his warm face. The morning breath, sigh.

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little

Staying up late at night to watch the games was bad, very bad. But do I have a choice? Last night was horrible, watching through parts of day 1 and it was not even over yet! Who died again? Oh yes, both tributes from District 11, some girl from District 5 and other people. More people died at the blood bath then usual and the District 12’s were not going to have it easy.

Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me

One did not even get a weapon and she was cut up. And another had a weapon and an ally, but he was cut up badly. Lance grumbled to himself as he launched his bare feet off the bed and landed on the cold floor. Even though it was in the middle of the scorching heat in the summer, it was cold in his house. Was that possible? Apparently it was…. His shirt and pants lay in front of him, he slipped them on like usual.

I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!

The only thing that could make this day good was that it was Sunday… Sunday a day off work, the only good thing about the whole week. Expect this week Lance had been lonely, more lonely then usual. One hook up that did not even feel right, and that was just the last two weeks. It made no lasting impression on him, it even hurt him to just to think about it.

Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

The games plus being lonely, it was not a good combation. Like a tried man he walked slowly to the tiny kitchen, barley even noticing the cheese that stood on a wooden plate on the splinter filled table. These hook ups, they were actually killing him inside. Would he ever find somebody to love? That would be great, very great. The cheese did not even make an impression on his mouth and he threw it down his throat.

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones

Might as well go out, go out to wash the pain of being lonely away. His arms only had to reach out and push to open to ugly door that there house hosted. A gentle breeze entered his hair and body, the sun was just peaking over the hills that loomed around District 12. The sky was colored with a mix of light pink and bright red. It looked as beautiful as a sunset.

At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees

Was his shoes the thing that only got him to go forward? Would today be the day I could go to the market and pick up a girl, not just for a hook up? Maybe, maybe. But what are the chances of that happening? I should just go to the fence, the fence that encases us all. It was a short walk to get to the fence, his house was right on the edge of the seam, so close to the fence.

And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes

The morning dew scattered over his feet as he made his way along the grass, dodging the flowers he knew would be edible. Birds chirped, mockenyjays flew by, chirping the song of whatever they have heard. Right now it was a silent hum that mellowed the mood off the whole place. Passing the tiny mud filled pond and the cattails he did reach the fence.

Lord - somebody - somebody

The sun was still just coming over the hills, in front of him the trees stood proud and mighty. His mind was shut off for now, all knew what to do was sit down, sit down and stare in front of him. Watching the lone rabbit run along, free and probably with a family. Lance was tried of the games, but he was really tried off being alone. Would he ever find somebody to love?

Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

Notes: This one turned out nice! And we don't have to write this length the whole time but I want it to be a developed thing.
Lyrics: Somebody to love: By QUEEN!

[I'm Known As Eliza]

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I feel the warm air of a summer breeze wake me as I remember what day it is today. It's Sunday. A day off from school, and work, and that means Mom can stay home today. I need to go get some dandelions for a salad. It's a special day, I think happily. I'm so upbeat because I'm trying to forget those images on the screen last night. The blanket tangles around my leg, and I almost fall face first onto the floor. I squirm and rustle as quietly as I can, and finally I manage to get free.

Thankfully not falling face first, I stand up and stretch, still in my sleeping clothes, a tank top and long soft pait of pants. The darkness of ny nightmares fade away, and I stand in front of the mirror in my room, brushing my thick brown hair carefully and quietly. My blue eI don't want to disturb my mother, who by the sounds of last night, was hurting. She must have had phantom pains last night.

Phantom pains. The words that mean pain in places that aren't really there anymore. The darkness is closing in on me again, and I try to push it away. Phantom pains. Not really there. Like my mother's legs, which were blown off in a mine explosion. The bleeding as the captain carried her out. The same captain telling me my father is not coming out...

NO. Today is a day for happiness. Sunday. The word even sounds happy, even when I'm not. A laugh. A laugh would be good right now. Especially since I'm almost done with my year of school. My mother can be home every day. No more taking her to the elementary, watching her smile, even in pain. She truly is my role model.

I get dressed, in a light grey blouse, with jeans on. I'm getting ready to head out the door, when I realize I forgot a bag for the greens. I quickly go get a reusable bag, and I head out the front door. The door shuts quickly behind me with a loud clang, and I flinch. The door might've woken her up. I listen for the rustle of bedsheets, but none are heard, and deciding I'm safe, I head to the fence.

I live fairly close to the Meadow, the only area of District Twelve that isn't dark and dreary. I walk around the beginning of the greenery, looking for dandelions and green onions, when I see a figure in the distance. It's a boy, I believe, and I put down my bag, which has a scarce amount of greens, and I walk over to him. The summer breeze catches my shirt and my hair, and I walk closer and closer. Does he notice me, does he?

"Hello?" I ask curiously. My brown hair picks the perfect time to fly in front of my blue eyes and I brush it away. The boy doesn't look happy, with a look of sadness on his face. He looks lonely, with that same longing look I get when I miss my father. He has nice hair, I think to myself, and instantly a blush comes onto my cheeks. The heat rushes to my face, and I want to turn away but he hasn't responded yet.

((OOC: sorry I don't have any fancy lyrics or anything. It's pretty boring... XD))

[School is the bane of my life]

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What would it be like to run away? What would it be like to leave my family and my goat. To leave everything I knew off. That would be scary, peacekeepers would probably know. Would I get caught and be put into the Capitol? Would I be punished like death like hunters would if they even slipped pass the fence. Or would I be taken away, never seen again to go into torture.

There was a drawback off sitting at the fence. Your mind will be filled with ideas of leaving and never coming back. Those ideas were horrible but would also give you the taste of freedom or death. But the fence was one of the only places that offered peace to the lonely soul. But then the lonely soul would be more likely to escape away from District 12. It had crossed Lance’s mind many times.

His fingers twirled in the grass below, pulling it out and snatching fine pieces of grass out of the land. If the smell of fresh dew did not help you calm down then what would. It was peaceful, it was quiet, but there was someone behind me. Lance gingerly turned his back after hearing a faint rustling and moving before hearing a quiet hello. It was a girl!

Was she an angel? The rising sun gave off a slight light from her. Long brown hair and blue eyes, Lance was a sucker for those features. Actually he was a sucker for any feature. The feeling of loneliness seemed to float away as he looked at her. He was prepared to go into his flirty mood before. No hooks up! The thought instantly put him out of it. But it would not harm to look nice.

He spoke up quickly before she left, “Hey, want to sit here?” He asked nicely, patting on the spot right beside, okay maybe that was a little to close…. Could this girl be the girl he had been looking for? Or just become a good friend, he did need some good girls who were his friend. Maybe the market is the wrong way to go and its better to look for girls near the fence, possibly. He paused, letting her sit down before he spoke to her.

“I’m Lance,” He ran a hand through his hair.

[I'm Known As Eliza]

I see the boy turn towards me, and I freeze. I've never felt this nervous before. He looks kind, much different than that longing sad look he had one earlier. He had dark hair, and ven from a far distance I could see his eyes. Light grey, bright, and they looked so nice. I step closer as he says, "Hey, want to sit here?" The question is harmless, a nice question. But why does he look like he's restraining himself? He tells me his name is Lance. Lance. It rolls off of the tongue, a nice name.

I suddenly feel self conscious as I walk closer and closer to him. My scars suddenly hurt, and my foot feels awkward as I walk towards him. He looks so peaceful just sitting there, but maybe I'm intruding on something? No, he invited me over. Lance has a little look of surprise on his face before he asked me if I wanted to have a seat. As I'm about halfway, I realize I left my bag, but I brush the thought aside, taking quicker steps to go sit next to him.

"Sure," I reply a little late, and I move until I'm next to him. My hair falls in front of my face again, so I brush it aside and put it over my shoulder. I slowly sit down, and I watch as the sun rises over the trees behind the fence. The sun falls onto my face, and I smile a little, basking in the warmth. I then realize that some warmth is coming from my leg touching his. I blush and turn my head away, but then I quickly turn my bace back to meet his eyes, those bright grey eyes, that look like they could turn cold in an instant.

"I'm Brigett. Brigett Opoles. I was gather dandelions for a salad to surprise my mom, because it's Sunday," I tell him, before I realize how stupid my words sound. A mental face palm for myself, I think unhappily. "So, I haven't seen you in school, or anywhere else for that matter. Where do you work?" I ask him, intrigued. I am surprised I haven't oticed this boy around before, considering I'm always walking around the district. But I see him now...

[School is the bane of my life]

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The only thing bugging Lance right now was his brain. The brain that kept going on about how its bad to be with a girl now when he did not want to have a hook up. Sure that would help him but honestly he needed someone to talk too. Ugh, that sounds so dumb. It was peaceful and the appearance of the girl did really help him feel more happy and calm, lets just hope she does not try something. Or if my urge to have a hook up gets the better of me…

As Lance waited for her to come sit next to him, he peered behind her and saw her bag open. He narrowed his eyes and took a closer look, dandelions spread out. Dandelions, they are good in salad. I remember learning about them, that girl I had my last hook up with taught me about them…. Oh. Why was everything reminding him of that. He made a huge sigh as the girl sat right next to him.

Her leg brushed against Lances, so she really did take it to sit so close, but it was my fault for telling her to sit so close. He was feeling uncomfortable now, promising himself not to get with this girl but also it felt much better for his tense leg. He relaxed it slowly and allowed their legs to hold against each others. He almost did not even notice when she said her name to him, half of his brain was working hard to get him to avoid to start full on flirty. Especially after my eye caught into her blue deep eyes.

The other half of his brain was listening closely, taking in every word that she was saying and making sure that he knew it and did not confuse it. He did want a friend and people like when the other person remembers there name. Another question his brain almost missed but was caught by the part of his brain that was listening.

Right now was the only time he thought about, it was true he had not seen in her school or any where around work. And Lance had basically seen everyone in school, well all the girls anyway…. And Bridgett was a girl. Odd, odd, odd…. Well now he had to say something back to keep the conversation going.

"Yes it is strange, but I am sure we will see each other much more after this. I work in the market, help people who are pay, its nothing special. A fun fact, I also know about edible plants, Dandelions do go good with salads. Sunday is also my favourite day.”

[I'm Known As Eliza]

I watch the sunrise over the trees as I feel his leg relax against mine. I blush even more, and I look into his eyes. I realize that as I was sungazing, he was thinking of a response to my observation. "Yes it is strange, but I am sure we will see each other much more after this. I work in the market, help people who are pay, its nothing special. A fun fact, I also know about edible plants, Dandelions do go good with salads. Sunday is also my favourite day.”

"I hope we do see each other after this. You're very nice. I work at the elementary school, sometimes with my mom. Yeah, dandelion salad is the perfect meal to go with a day like today. I also harvest green onions for other meals, like maybe fish if we can buy some or trade for some. And I like Sundays, because it's a day to relax. And I can always go look in the market windows. I can almost never afford to buy things from the shops, but the Hob is where I do my main trading and buying. Do you go to the Hob at all?"

I ask him, and I realize that I rambled a little bit. I smile to kind of cover it up. I feel so nervous, and anxious. But he's so nice. He has great hair. And kind eyes, and a nice name... I don't like him, do I? Do I?

I realize that I'm looking at his eyes, which are glinting with light. They are bright, and they catch my attention. But I realize that I might be staring, so I turn my gaze back to the sun, but that hurts my eyes. So I focus on the grass, and I start pulling onions out of the ground, and dandelions as well, piling them up for the salad I'm making. I think really quickly and say, "Do you want to come to my house and help me make the salad?"

I feel really embarrassed. I blush a deep red and my eyes close, and my hair falls over my eyes. The picture of embarrassment. Stupid, stupid. Why did I say that? Now I feel like an idiot. And now he thinks I'm creepy. And why do I feel so nervous? And I'm all red, and ugh, what a nightmare. I think sadly, as I wait for a response.

[School is the bane of my life]

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Right now I could use a drink. Not a weak one, but a strong one. To wash down my thoughts, let it drip down my throat and not let me have to think about what is happening. Wake up next morning, confused but at least for the day I would not remember what I am arguing about in my mind. It would be nice and kind, but how could I afford it? Maybe if I picked some dandelions or …. I don’t know.

It was hard for Lance. It was so true he was hurt with love, he was hurt with his worthless hook ups and that would never stop. But that was in his personality, never had he thought he would become so filled with emotion, so sick about it. Maybe one day I can settle down like my dad, he’s a great man who can control himself. To think about it, his dad had not met with one woman since his mom died. He is a gentlemen….

To only way to help him now get over it was to answer this girl’s question, even though she was quite distracting. Now most of his mind was almost over becoming with sadness, but he managed to force a fake smile and answer her question with a clear deep voice. “I do shop at the Hob, it’s really the only place I can afford . I live right on the Seam borders and I just can’t get so much money.”

His mind answer plain and simple until he realized he had a goat, curly. Should he add that? Maybe she did not have to know, but if they got closer together she would know. If she was from the Seam she would most likely gasp or even get excited and instantly ask if she could have some milk or cheese. Well that is what lot’s of people did. He let out a silent sigh again before turning back to her and listening closer to what she had to say.

And that there would not help his cause, come to her house and help her make salad? An innocent gesture that could make bad things happen. But the unmistakable blush came onto her face, she was just as nervous about it as me. His legs tensed up, but quickly he stood up, towering over her before offering her a light hand to help her up. He could not just refuse an offer like this.

“I would love to help you,” His deep voice said, letting his hand fall right beside her, just incase she needed help up.

[I'm Known As Eliza]

“I do shop at the Hob, it’s really the only place I can afford . I live right on the Seam borders and I just can’t get so much money.” That's what he tells me, and I believe him. He does look like a Seam person. He looks like what most of Distrcit Twelve looks like. Dark hair, olive skin, grey eyes. But there's something about him, that makes him different. And it's not a bad thing. It's his eyes. His bright grey eyes that make him attractive.

I barely notice him stand up until he offers his hand to help me up, and he replies, "I would love to help you." I smile thankfully, and I stand up, taking his hand to help me. I notice as I stand that he's a little taller than me, and I smile, for no reason at all, so I look like an idiot. I nod to my house, which is right on the edge of the Meadow, almost right on top of the greenery. "My house is over there. It's the closest to the Meadow, and I'm thankful, because then I can get all of the food I need." I take his hand, in a friendship kind of way, to lead him.

On the way over I stop near my bag, which is close by, and I pick it up. It's only halfway full, but when I fill it up with the greens I picked when I sat down, it is completely full with green onions, dandelions, and some blueberries from yesterday that I saw on a bush near the fence. I take him to the front door, and I open the door. It's a nice little place, and the kitchen is bright with the sun that finally rose over the hills. I start humming a little, a little tune that my mother sings to get up in the morning.

Time to get up my little flower,
time to rise with the sun.
The flowers are blooming,
and the night is done.

It's a song my mother sings to the children in her class to get them to put their pencils away. She has a great voice, and I definitely didn't inherit it, but I still enjoy singing. It makes me clam on my bad days. I smile at Lance, looking at his eyes again, which are bright with the sun's reflection.

((OOC: The song I made up on the top of my head, so the tune can be anything I guess. I thought of it quickly and just went with it so, do with it what you will.))

[School is the bane of my life]

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It felt weird for Lance, right now he was taking it slow. A while ago the old Lance would be over this girl, probably already in her bed, but that was not the point. His stomach felt weird, his legs were tense but he remained calm and held her hand happily, still with the fake smile smeared across his face. Slowly it was becoming a real smile, which Lance was thankfully for. Hopefully she could not detect it.

Standing up, he was much bigger then her, easily being able to look down on her. His hand encased her hand , my dirty hand against her little hand…. His fingers held tightly, but they were friends. They would hold hands like a friend, he loosened the grip with a smile on the corner of his mouth. But the pain was slowly disappearing, it was almost gone, not quite: it still lingered. But holding hands instead of kissing, it felt so much better.

She lead him across the open meadow, a while ago Lance would never notice all the food in the meadow, but right now his eyes were laying all sorts of things. The dandelions that could be made with salad, all sorts of different sorts of grass you could suck on. It was everything you needed for a salad or just a snack, maybe he should start spending some more time outside.

The trip was short and sweet, the sun warming up his already warm body. Gentle breezes flying down, smells of the onion and blueberries Bridgett carried in her bag, ,it was all good. For some reason, he did not wish to get to the door, but to stay and keep his hand placed in her hand. But sadly all walks must come to a end. They ended up at the front door. Lance was a bit cautious. What if? He stopped himself and just went in.

Well this girl defiantly did not live in the Seam. The kitchen was big and bright, with food everywhere. Unlike my house with a dirty little cupboard with spoiled food. Now lance felt so different, his roughed up appearances compared to this clean house. His head slightly ducked but kept hand encased in her hand. Not even noticing until he started to take a few steps from her.

Something about this house was so nice and calm, all good. Especially the singing that sung out of Bridgett’s mouth, it was like a whole different world. A nice and peaceful world that does not have any hurt, and I just stepped into someone’s house. Gingerly, he turned his back to thank her for letting him come into her house before he was caught by her staring into his eyes. He could not help himself, he looked back and smirked, he felt so much less lonely.

“Thank you for letting me come to make the salad, lets start now, maybe you could teach me a few tips?”

[I'm Known As Eliza]

I feel happy that Lance doesn't break my grip, and he even smiles. His hand is so much bigger than mine, but I don't mind. It feels kind of nice, my hand in his. But then he notices my eyes staring into his, and he smirks. It's a funny smirk, that makes me giggle a little. I have almost never giggled in my entire life. It's a weird sensation, but then he continues with his smirk to say, “Thank you for letting me come to make the salad, lets start now, maybe you could teach me a few tips?” I smile at his suggestion, and I nod.

"Yes, let's get started. First, we need two cutting boards, to slice the green onions and the dandelions, and a big bowl. We need to wash them first, and the blueberries and dandelions as well, so I'll turn on the faucet," I tell him. I'm making a simple dish, just plain dandelion salad with green onions, and blueberries on the side. I wash all three of the items with ice cold water, and then I give the green onions to Lance, and a sharp knife. "Can you cut those finely? Thin slices," I tell him, and then I get ready to seperate the dandelion greens from the flowers. "Gotta wash your hands first," I tell him, washing my own.

I open the cabinet above the counter, get another cutting board, and I cut the flowers from the greens. I then toss the greens in the wooden bowl, and I outthe flowers aside. I almost purposely make enough for three, because I want Lance to have some too. I then get some salt and some pepper (the pepper cost me almost all of my money from three months' pay) which I set next to the bowl. I then nibble on a few blueberries, which I had alreayd set aside in a smaller bowl. "Thank you for agreeing to come and help me make the salad. I'm glad for the company," I tell him smiling.

I then grab three plates, and I set them on out small table, which can barely fit all three. I get a couple forks, and a small glass. I look at the pile in the bowl that was almost complete. I frown, knowing it's missing something, but then the lightbulb goes off. "If only we had some strawberries and some goat cheese," I say murmuring to myself. "Then this meal could be really special." I look in the cabinet that we keep our meager amount of money, but there was almost none left, just some pennies and a dollar bill. Not nearly enough to buy a small square of goat cheese, but I could go harvest some strawberries maybe.

I glance over at Lance, and I find myself fixtated on his hair. But I shake my head, clearing my mind, and I ask him, "Do you know where we could harvest some strawberries? Are there any in the Meadow, maybe?"

[School is the bane of my life]

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Her giggle was sweet and nice, and her smile was just so nice. After his loneliness seeming to float away he seemed to be able to see more about her now. Her smile, her giggle, her prefect little hands. His fingers’ slightly traced a line down her hand as he let go of her hand and followed her to the kitchen. The kitchen still was slightly scaring him, he had never been in anything like this. It looked like a rich persons kitchen, but this girl was not rich.

His eyes followed all her movements, as she picked up the cutting boards, knifes and bowls. All set out on the table in an organized fashion. One bowl is holding a whole cup of fresh looking water, Lance cocks his head before he is told to wash his hands. Water for washing hands, I guess it helps. Gingerly, Lance sets his hands down into the water, taking his time to wash his hands.

The water stung his hands, he was so use to blank water , not ice cold like this. I would rather drink ice cold water in the middle of summer. Holding now does Lance realize how dirty his hands were, dirt floats to the top and his finger nails are starting to show through. One last brush of both of his hands before he lifts them up, showing them to the world and his eyes. Wow, he muttered under his breath, inspecting his clean hands. Happyily, he takes a handful of water and quickly brushes off dirt on his arms and legs, trying to make himself as clean as possible. And it some what worked.

He is cut off by the voice of Bridgett asking him to cut the onions. Turning back to the cutting board, he looked over the sharp blade of the knife and the onion sitting in the middle of the board. His eyes wandered for a moment, pausing to watch Bridgett get the food ready before his full attention lay on the knife and onion before him.

So thin slices? Lance gingerly picked up the knife and looked it over. The sharp blade would make it easy to cut but how? He had never exactly cut up food with a knife, it was more ripping apart then carefully cutting it. “I should just cut them?” He muttered under his breath before he brought the knife down onto the onion, maybe a little to hard. The first piece came flying off, landing a small distance from the onion itself. Lance barley noticed it and raised the knife up again, before letting it fly down and chop the next piece off in a fury of blade meeting vegetables‘.

Chop, chop ,chop ,chop. His blade came swishing down and hitting the board with the break of the onion being chopped. After his fury of chopping he slowed down and looked at his work. Oh…. The ‘thin’ slices lay strewn over the board. Where was she? Lance whirled around before his eyes met her back as she set the table. He launched his hands at the scattered onions and put them into a neat stack just as she turned around.

“No, sorry. I don’t know any place to get wild strawberries. Maybe pass the fence but I’m pretty sure it would be best to stay out of that area. Unless you want to be caught by the peacekeepers and be punished harshly. Non of us would want that,” Lance tossed the gathered onions slices in a random bowl right next to him after he was done speaking.

“Is this what we need for the salad now?” He asked, making his way over to the table with the bowl in his hands. “Should we eat?” His stomach forced him to ask once it started in a loud pitched grumbled. Hoping she did not hear it, he sat down as he placed the bowl onto the table. Taking a second to gaze into her eyes, but finding it took more then a second, maybe a few more.

[I'm Known As Eliza]

“Is this what we need for the salad now? Should we eat?” he asks anxiously. I look into his eyes, watching the light coming into the windows reflect off of his gray ones. They just made me smile, they were so beautiful. I watch his hands also, and they chop the onions finely, and then putting them in a pile near the corner of the chopping board. His hands were so strong, so big compared to my small dainty ones. I liked it when my hand was in his, his warm ones encasing my small fingers.

I smile as he moves to the table, and I pull my head down, turning back to the table. He says that he doesn't know where to find wild strawberries besides behind the fence, and he says that he didn't think that it was a good idea to go back there. I nod to agree, and I say solemnly, "Yeah, no one wants to be punished by Peackeepers, especially not for a crime as severe as 'running away.'" By the way his stomach growls softly, he is obviously hungry, and I nod, after I put salt, the pepper, and the green onions into the bowl with the dandelion greens, and putting a lid on it, I shake it up and put the now open bowl on the table. The cold salad will taste refreshing in the summer heat, and I get a pitcher of cold water from the faucet. We have no ice, because there's nothing to freeze the water, but it's already cold enough to drink happily.

I sit the second bowl of blueberries on the table next to the salad, and I walk to the table. As I walk to the table, I bump my hand against his waist on accident, and I blush, not meaning to do that. I quickly put my hand under my arm and I sit down. "Are you ready to eat?" I ask happily, ready for the great meal that was set before us.

But realizing that I need a wooden spoon from the cabinet, I stand back up and grab one, feeling the smooth wood in my hands, and then I scoop some salad onto his plate and some onto his. Then I scoop some onto a third plate and I place on the counter, with a note I wrote, saying, 'Here Mom, made special with a little help from a friend.' I then grab the blueberries and place some onto his plate, but and then mine, but on the way to place them onto my mom's plate, I trip and fall, spilling all of the blueberries onto the floor.

Dang it, I think angrily, and I try to pick up the violet round berries, but they keep falling out of my hands and back onto the floor. Now I am blushing like crazy as I fail to pick up the simple mess, and in my embarrassment I drop more and more until I just throw my hands up and sigh. "These blueberries don't like me!" I exclaim loudly, but then I shut my mouth realizing Lance is in the room, and I turn beet red.

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It was like watching a dancer move around in a dance. Lance watched as she twirled around from place to place, scooping up bowls and pitchers of water. All of them being placed right in front of him. Two parts of him were controlling him. First his stomach wanted to control his hand, to reach out and grab the yummy food lying right in front of him. Shove it in his mouth and then let it travel down to his stomach. But his mind wanted something different.

His mind wanted to impress the girl, to look like he could use manners that a girl like this would only want. Really, would this girl want a pathetic guy from the seam that likes to sleep around and did not have any manners? But that was in the past, that was when Lance Sector would hook up with girls. If this girl did become his girlfriend, would she like to sleep around with him? Or was she a girl who wanted to take it slow. Lance was trying to take it slow, but as the loneliness crept away, he wanted to move faster with this girl.

Or did she? The light brush against his waist made him raise an eyebrow. Was she the one that wanted to take it fast, if she was… But no. The blush crept onto his face quickly, and that was that. I don’t think she wants to take it fast. Arguing this in his head, he thought about it as she poured the salad onto his plate. The fresh leafy greens slide onto his plate, this looks good. His hands launched at it, but was instantly pulled back. She wants a nice clean boy.

But why was he acting like this to this girl? She was just a girl. That helped me out of my loneliness. Maybe one little blue berry would not hurt, there were so many anyways. Lance gingerly reached his hand out, making sure not to knock over anything before picking a blueberry up. Never had one of these, but blue berries do sound good. He popped it into his mouth and chew.

A squirt of juiciness came out, it spread around his whole mouth and enchanted as he chewed on it. It was finished too quickly and Lance popped around one into his mouth. Yum…. Soon he found he was popping a handful into his mouth before a loud noise alerted him. He looked up, quickly finishing off the berry as he looked around urgently. His eyes met Bridget on the ground, complaining about the berries.

Like a shot bullet, he leaped to the ground and landed right in front of Bridget. Eager to get ready and help. “Here let me help you,” He whispered gently, scooping the berries into a big pile. Letting Bridgett get the remaining berries. He bend down edging to the ground to pick up the last berries. As his head tilted back up, his eyes met her eyes. Inches away from her. This is when he would kiss her right? Or maybe the old Lance would liked to take it fast would. But he was the new Lance, who was kidding? He was the old Lance he just had some new many in his life when it came to love. Or was he?

His head slightly pulled forward and back, fighting the urge to leap onto her and kiss her. Lance, think, if you want to be with this girl would you kiss her? Would you? He kept thinking over and over again. His mind was made up now, hands inches away from the berries pile. He settled it as he pushed his head forward, taking her into a deep kiss.

[I'm Known As Eliza]

I feel the embarrassment fill me as I still struggle to pick up the berries. But as soon as he sits next to me and start piling them up into a neat little pile, I feel better, knowing that he doesn't want to make fun of me for dropping the berries. "I'm clumsy, huh?" I murmur with a small giggle, hoping for a laugh from him. But I don't get one.

As I struggle on the ground, he quickly picks up the small berries with ease, piling them into a pile with meat precision, as I fumble around with them. "Here, let me help you," he whispers to me, and I watch him as he picks up the rolling berries, letting me get some as well. But suddenly, his hands stop moving, and I almost long to see them move again, watching the fluid motion of his hand grasp mine. I smile a little, grateful for the help, and I look at the berry pile.

I place the berries in the bowl, and I plan to stand up to go wash them off, but something stops me. Whether it be a feeling, or a notion, something causes me to stop. I stop, and in slow motion I turn towards him. Something in my mind is going off, an alarm, or a notification that something is going to happen.

And then, as I look into his bright grey eyes, which are filled with passion, he leans in and kisses me. Everything stops. The world stops spinning. I drop the berries in my hand, absorbed into the kiss, and I kiss back, placing my hand on top of his. I deepen the kiss, and I make it more passionate, but unfortunately, I run out of breath. I pull back, slowly, savoring the last moments of his lips against mine. I look into his eyes again, and gripping his hand, I know that I will never let go.

Boldly, I stare at my hand on top of his, and I whisper, "Stay. Please, stay." I grip his hand and look into his eyes, hoping to send everything that I'm feeling with my bright blue eyes. I slightly smile. Blushing deeply, I break my gaze long enough to close my eyes and breathe in the scent of him. The smells all around us. The salad. The blueberries. His kiss tasted like blueberries.

I smile at him, and I don't know what to say. All I can think about are his lips on mine. The feeling of being whole filled my entire body, and I wanted another one. I breathed deeply, catching another whiff of the blueberries, and I sigh happily. The sight of him brings light. He is meant to be here, grasping my hand. We both sit on the ground in silence, and I savor it, feeling the rush from the kiss slowly fade into pleasure. The pleasure warms me, and I feel the sun on my back. I will remember this moment forever.

((Sorry, I didn't post earlier, I was at basketball practice this morning. Sorry again!))

[School is the bane of my life]

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The slightest kiss could drive a man wild, or a woman wild, or both at the same time. That feeling was rushing up Lance’s spine, never had he had a kiss like this. A gentle but firm, passionate that made his stomach float upwards in a weird feeling. His kisses were always so un passionate, so plain but this kiss made him feel more then just a regular kiss, it felt like a kiss that could staple the feeling of love.

Her hand rides up Lance’s hand, he tighten his hand and uses the other to bring her closer. He could feel it, deep down he could feel that this would be the woman for him. Before things could too rough, she let go, out of breath probably. He gazed into her deep blue eyes, holding her hands tightly. That was amazing, his mind buzzed around in his head.

“I will always stay with you,” He purred back to her. Was that too deep, they did just meet? But that feeling of non loneliness lifting through him,] I feel so loved with you. His mind poured out to her, there hands still close together in the heat of the summer morning. Does she want to eat now? Or does she want to stay on the ground in? I could take control of this now, but it was best not to.

“Would you like to eat now to eat now or do you want to head to bed and you know?” Oh that was a little too bold, even for Lance. They just had there first kiss, that was not right. “I mean let’s clean up the place or….?” He quickly added, trying to erase the part of heading to bed. One glance at the floor did tell him that cleaning up would be a hustle, if they finished that now they could eat.

He launched himself at the ground just like he did when she had dropped the berries and gathered the piles that were not smashed. The house was going to smell like blue berries, but that was fine. It would match the scent that was coming from Lance’s body right now. Would blue berries be the treat to remind us of this day.

With a pile of blue berries in his hand, he got back up so fast he could not even give time for Bridgett to help clean up. Dumping the berries back in, he could only help gaze at her. Maybe one more kiss would help them and then we can eat? Softly, his hands reached up to her neck and brought her closer to him. He stopped her a a couple of inches from him. Bringing his mouth towards her ear he whispered passionately.

“We can eat after this one kiss….” And then his mouth jerked back to where he came from and brought them towards her lips, almost devouring them.But he slowed down, allowing her room to breath. For the first time in his life, he wanted the girl in front of him to be comfortable.