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Aug 27, 2015 16:55:37 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Aug 27, 2015 16:55:37 GMT -5
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CIARAN SLATER
[/presto]There was one thing that had become entirely clear to Ciaran over the past few weeks of the last few months. It came fairly suddenly into his mind, though he certainly felt it pass as a fleeting thought occasionally. Everything became clear as day at once though, and he felt butterflies gather in his stomach once he made the full connection. Without a doubt, Ciaran was feeling something he had never felt before and the object of these new discoveries was the one and only friend he had in his life. That's what made this whole situation all the more difficult. Ciaran Slater was finding himself growing more and more attached to Meira Selamer and he didn't quite know how to deal with it. Did he ever really know how to deal with things, though? Not really.
He had kissed his mother goodbye that day, knowing full well he wouldn't be returning until a little later on. Ciaran had a plan, which really just meant that he was going to screw something up so drastically that he'd need to have hours of damage control afterwards. His father had come down with something and was held up in bed; he had said with a smile, "It's simply a side effect of being old, my dear boy. Go have fun with your friends." The unfortunate part was the Ciaran had no friends apart from this one. And now he was complicating things. Typical Ciaran, though. Why would I ever want things to be easy. And yet there was no way he could avoid the fact that Meira made him feel, for once in his life, like he was special. Like he wasn't an awkward kid with anxiety that kept him up at night and kept him from speaking to others around him. Like he wasn't Ciaran Slater. With her, he felt like he was hundreds of feet off the ground.
It had all sort of kicked off that evening after the party she brought him to. There was something sitting in the back of his mind that made him question everything that had occurred between them already. Knowing what everybody in the house thought was going on between them brought the idea to his mind; in all honesty, he quite liked the thought of Meira and him being close like that. There was no doubt his teenage hormones were flying around out of whack, but he tried his best to restrain them and keep up with being the best friend he could. They were far more open with each other in the following months, hiding next to no secrets like they had before. And things seemed to work out better for Ciaran since then. I haven't stolen a single thing since that night, wow.
She had a profound effect on him, one that he couldn't help but notice. At the end of the day, Meira had molded him into a different person - one that Ciaran enjoyed far more than the one he used to be. For once in his life, he was proud to be who he was instead of ashamed. Ciaran liked himself and it was all because he had a friend like Meira that encouraged him to embrace all of his differences and appreciate the privileges he did have in life. And so he couldn't help but realize that he was beginning to grow these different feelings for the girl that meant so much to him. And so he was going to tell her. Ciaran Slater was going to confess to Meira Selamer.
He had an area all picked out in mind, knowing that the view of the waters and waves was quite nice from there as the sun poured its heat across the landscape. With everything figured out already, he made his way to where they typically met on days such as this one, a large smile on his face. This is it, I think. This is it. Consequences of the negative outcome for the situation were in the back of Ciaran's mind, his inexperience with the situation clouding his judgement. There was nothing that could stop him, he thought. Except for one thing.
I have no idea how to tell her how I feel.
He had kissed his mother goodbye that day, knowing full well he wouldn't be returning until a little later on. Ciaran had a plan, which really just meant that he was going to screw something up so drastically that he'd need to have hours of damage control afterwards. His father had come down with something and was held up in bed; he had said with a smile, "It's simply a side effect of being old, my dear boy. Go have fun with your friends." The unfortunate part was the Ciaran had no friends apart from this one. And now he was complicating things. Typical Ciaran, though. Why would I ever want things to be easy. And yet there was no way he could avoid the fact that Meira made him feel, for once in his life, like he was special. Like he wasn't an awkward kid with anxiety that kept him up at night and kept him from speaking to others around him. Like he wasn't Ciaran Slater. With her, he felt like he was hundreds of feet off the ground.
It had all sort of kicked off that evening after the party she brought him to. There was something sitting in the back of his mind that made him question everything that had occurred between them already. Knowing what everybody in the house thought was going on between them brought the idea to his mind; in all honesty, he quite liked the thought of Meira and him being close like that. There was no doubt his teenage hormones were flying around out of whack, but he tried his best to restrain them and keep up with being the best friend he could. They were far more open with each other in the following months, hiding next to no secrets like they had before. And things seemed to work out better for Ciaran since then. I haven't stolen a single thing since that night, wow.
She had a profound effect on him, one that he couldn't help but notice. At the end of the day, Meira had molded him into a different person - one that Ciaran enjoyed far more than the one he used to be. For once in his life, he was proud to be who he was instead of ashamed. Ciaran liked himself and it was all because he had a friend like Meira that encouraged him to embrace all of his differences and appreciate the privileges he did have in life. And so he couldn't help but realize that he was beginning to grow these different feelings for the girl that meant so much to him. And so he was going to tell her. Ciaran Slater was going to confess to Meira Selamer.
He had an area all picked out in mind, knowing that the view of the waters and waves was quite nice from there as the sun poured its heat across the landscape. With everything figured out already, he made his way to where they typically met on days such as this one, a large smile on his face. This is it, I think. This is it. Consequences of the negative outcome for the situation were in the back of Ciaran's mind, his inexperience with the situation clouding his judgement. There was nothing that could stop him, he thought. Except for one thing.
I have no idea how to tell her how I feel.
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