Post by carter marie sanders on May 6, 2009 20:16:28 GMT -5
they call it love at first sight ,
BUT BABY MAYBE IT'S JUST CAUSE I WANT YOU TONIGHT.
BUT BABY MAYBE IT'S JUST CAUSE I WANT YOU TONIGHT.
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Rain was something that Carter could do without when she wasn’t aware it was coming. Especially when she happened to be wearing a very nice hot pink lacy bra underneath a white tank top. When she’d first gone outside for her daily run, the sky had been clear save for a few clouds out in the horizon. It was spring in New York, and all the six months she’d been back, no ‘surprise shower’ of any kind had been sent her way. But go figure ,the one day she really needed to run to get out and just think about things in her life, there would be a sudden downpour sent out just to distract the hell out of her. Running had always been a strange sort of release for Carter, way for her to just get out and think about the things that were bothering her or the things that she just needed to get away from. For her, running was so much more than just a way of staying fit. It offered her many things at once: a way to run herself to exhaustion to escape a sleepless night, a way to run as hard as she could and feel weightless, and a way to just escape. It had become more than just a little necessary for her when she was in high school.
Those had been some of the hardest years of her life, and without running track, she really didn’t know what she would have done. Why? Because along with those reasons previously mentioned, it gave her a safe way to stretch out the competitive part of her. It was no secret that Carter was more than just a little aggressive and competitive, and with track, she could be just as aggressive and competitive as she wanted and not have to worry about anything. But that was only because she made sure she never lost. When Carter did things, she put in one hundred and ten percent of herself, no questions asked. In that way, one might consider her passionate. But that wouldn’t be a word Carter would use to describe herself. Reckless might be the proper phrase. She was reckless to point of fault. She could remember back in Sydney, when her friend Lucas convinced her that it would be a good idea to but an amateur on a motocross bike and just tell her to go. Turns out, much to all of their surprises, klutzy little Carter actually showed some talent. However, someone didn’t have a bright idea when they agreed to let her do a small little jump. Carter had her leg broken in three places, and was confined to a wheelchair for weeks. That had been torture for her, not being able to get out and run. And she'd had to suffer through it. Horrible, but it made her ten times more grateful for the fact she was healthy and she was able to run after she'd recovered.
You see, the way Carter figured it was that it was either her running, or relapsing back into all the things she'd struggled to get away from: drugs, cutting, and alcohol. Okay, so she was still pretty attached to her alcohol, but that was besides the point. The point was that running was her escape, along with the levels of recklessness and competitiveness it entailed.... and the fact that her running experience that day was being ruined by the sudden downpour. When she'd first stepped outside, she'd found a penny on the ground, heads up. She'd bent over to pick it up, an old nursery rhyme floating through her mind: find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck. Carter had scoffed, throwing the penny back down on the ground. Go figure, the girl who tried not to believe in luck managed to get the worst of it for the day. She didn't need luck, she always told herself. Well apparently, other ethereal beings in charge of the universe thought otherwise, and decided to gave her a bad dose of it. It had started raining when she was in the heart of central park, and a good distance from any cover, save for the trees. If she had been smart, maybe she would have run to the nearest cover of the branches... but of course, she would be stupid and run the opposite way, trying to see if she could run to some shelter other than the nearest, which just so happened to be all around her: the trees. Really, she was just super smart, and sometimes all that smartness just kind of short circuited for her, and she had brain fart moments exactly like this. Exactly.
Luckily for her, she'd forgotten the fact that if you run in the rain, you actually get more wet than you do if you walk. So, that coupled with the fact she was just a klutz, it was almost inevitable that her body was going to trip and hit the ground at some point. When her foot met that fated strip of earth, and her body pitched forward, she silently cursed herself and her bad luck. Rain, white tank top with a pink bra underneath, and tripping and breaking her neck in middle of Central Park. Excellent. She threw her arms out to break her fall, her palms scraping the earth. Her knees hit next, and she pitched forward onto her stomach. She laid there for a moment, breathing heavily. Fuck her life. This was just great. Carter emitted a rather loud curse word, rolling over and sitting up slowly, raising her hands to examine them. The skin was broken, but nothing too bad. Next she looked at her knees, and it was the same with them. She really felt satisfied that she hadn't injured herself further. Her first stroke of luck that day, really. Carter crossed her legs, sighing and letting her head fall into her hands. For some reason, at that moment she really didn't care less whether or not she was getting soaking wet, that she was now covered in little bits of grass and some dirt, or that her pink bra was extremely visible. She just didn't even want to move. Carter got this funny little prickly feeling on the back of her neck, the kind of feeling you got when you were being watched, and she glanced up, looking around. When no one was in front of her, she looked behind her, surprised to find some boy walking towards her.
Carter coughed, feeling a little bit of heat flush her face. When she moved her feet to try and push herself up, a flare of pain laced up her ankle. Fuck her life even more. She must have twisted her ankle or something when she fell. Carter swallowed, crossing her arms over her chest to try to cover her bra, but she wasn't very effective. The rain was slowing now, a medium drizzle around them. Of course, now it was letting up so she was just all that much more visible. It wasn't often Carter felt self conscious, but it was definitely happening now for some strange reason. Maybe it was because this boy looked familiar. A fling she had at a party, but failed to remember? Maybe, she couldn't exactly put her finger on it. Carter searched herself to latch onto any emotion she could other than that sudden self consciousness, and grasped onto annoyance. "What do you want?" She didn't wait for an answer as she lashed out again, "If you even so much as think you're seeing anything more than this, you've got another thing coming." This Carter was something she was comfortable with: the bitchy and saucy one.
TAGGED freddie clarke (kiki bby!)
STATUS done!
LISTENING TO sparks by coldplay
NOTES sexsexsexsexsex. that's what's going through carters mind, of course... not... mine.... >.<;
CLOTHES click the picture, fool.
