in open spaces [kaplan]
Feb 23, 2016 18:26:35 GMT -5
Post by Danny on Feb 23, 2016 18:26:35 GMT -5
JULIUS HUNT.
Julius had been hesitant to say yes to coming to this party. A group of his friends had been begging him for a while, saying that "it wouldn't be the same without you there." Julius, of course, did not see the sentiment in that statement and still declared that his friends wanted him there for selfish reasons (when asked what those reasons were, Julius drew a blank, but as he said, "that wasn't the point") and that he simply did not want to go. Well, an hour and some minutes later, he ended up doing just that. His friends arrived comfortably, not fashionably, late, to make sure the water had started to warm up and to avoid the awkward beginnings of most parties. The clearing of the forest had been decorated with shining lights on a long, plastic wire, wrapping around the trees and enclosing the party in a cloak of fuzzy, glowing, white light. The middle of the soirée shot flames from its mouth as a fire was periodically fed old newspaper, dead twigs, and gasoline.
The warm rumble of a generator buzzed in the woods, no doubt the source of the light and warmth that had surrounded the attendees. The soothing sound of a guitar strummed throughout the branches of the forest, twisting its way through the breeze with the brisk, dying winter air. Strings were fingered by a boy sitting on a tree stump holding a blunt through pursed lips. As he continued to serenade the people sitting before him, the tip of the joint began to burn red hot as smoke escaped from the end. Momentarily, a soft cloud of smoke released from his mouth and hurled itself into the chilly wind. Julius' attention, then, shifted to a table close to the fire where a group of kids were passing around something.
The only viable option was a seat between two strangers. In social situations like this, Julius felt mostly at ease. Silence was no discomfort to him, but making conversation was no discomfort of his either. Soon, after only a short period of sitting, watching a lone bottle be passed around, dialogue developed in the circle. The current games, as always, was brought up. Julius did not comment. Indifference was the only word that could do justice if the question "How does Julius Hunt feel about the games?" was asked. Julius gave no thought to the games, they did not deserve it.
Soon, Julius felt a nudge on his left side as a bottle was held towards him. "Do you want any?" Julius shook his head. "No thanks, but I'll pass it to the next guy." After turning around, Julius finally got a good look at the guy on his right - or his profile at least. He had brown hair and curious features, some larger than the others and while they looked proportional they did not exactly look conventional. Something about this boy's look, whether it was the bridge of his nose, or the round of his eyelids, or the curve of his lips, drew Julius in. He tilted the mouth of the bottle towards his neighbor and stared into his rusty brown eyes. "You want it?"how does it feel to have me thinking about you?
wishing that words were enough to consume you