You Can Take The Kids From The Summer {{Edward}}

[janelle allen]

Janelle stood on the edge of the pier, taking some photos of the ocean. It was gorgeous. The light was reflecting off just right, and it looked gorgeous. Janelle couldn’t think of a better word to describe it. The waves crashing on the shore only made it prettier, the white foam adding yet another color to the water. Everything looked perfect from up here.

Yes, sundown. The time when most people leave the beach. Not Janelle. Sundown is the time when she goes to the beach. Doesn’t even really go on the beach, actually. She never much liked it. When she was young, she would build sandcastles and her brother would always destroy it. Or the waves would. Either way, she would put a lot of effort into something that was destroyed in a matter of minutes.

And the sand. The disgusting, yucky sand. It got everywhere! You could be as careful as you wanted, but you always ate some. And it got inside your bathing suit and all kinds of yucky stuff. Janelle really hated the sand. How could people like it at all? Yet, another reason for liking the pier.

Now the sun, that was easy for her to hate. She burns easily. Talking about ten minutes in the sun means being a lobster for a week, and getting skin cancer in a few years. She tries to avoid being in the sun in the middle of the day. That’s why she likes sunset. It’s a good time for her to be able to see the sun and not have the sun try to kill her.

She let her camera just rest around her neck. She wore a black hoodie with her old studio’s name on it. On her legs was a pair of purple skinny jeans. Yes, weird to most people, but a normal thing to wear for her. She had a pair of black high-top converse on her feet, but she could practically feel the wind through them. Her black hair was messily pulled back, a few strands still in her face and a purple headband on top of her head. It was all normal Janelle stuff.

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[edward d'aubigne]

Edward held the small camera by the strap. It was wrapped around his wrist for safe keeping already, but all the same, he held the camera in his hand, protectively. His mother had taught him to appreciate the finer arts of things. And he did. Which is how photography became a small hobby of his.

As did smoking. It was a nasty habit really. And it wasn't always ciggaretes he smoked, either. A lot of people tried to tell him to stop and such, but he didn't listen. Of course. Just thinking about a smoke fired something in him. And he reached into his pocket to pull out a ciggarette. Of course, this would have to do for now.

He rested his hands on the wooden rail that made up the pier and took a drag, looking out in to the ocean. It really was pretty. And he'd gotten his picture. All to do now, was watch the sun set completely and be off on his way. His days seemed to consist of nothing lately. Just staying inside to work or getting out whenever he could chance it.

It was getting rather boring for him. He went over a mental list of people he knew. Maybe he'd invite one over soon and have some fun. It was much needed.

[janelle allen]

She took the camera back up and shot a few more pictures, sighing softly to herself. Everything here was gorgeous, no doubt about it, but she did wish she was somewhere else. In all honesty, it meant out of California. Yes, many people might die to live here, but she would die to get out of here. And she planned on it, just as soon as she finished college.

She let the camera rest from her neck once again, leaning on the railing. Sure, the ocean was beautiful, but couldn't the Atlantic Ocean be just as gorgeous. In fact, she thought it would be even more because of the scenery. Unlike California, plants changed colors, seasons changed. California it only got a little colder, though it would be considered warm anywhere else.

Looking around, she saw a familiar boy. She smiled to herself. Well, at least now she would have someone to talk to. And that was definately better than standing around, doing nothing escept taking photos, which actually wasn't that bad. Though it wouldn't be too fun once the sun went down.

She walked over and stood next to him. "Hey sexy," she said with a smile. "You know, those things will kill you," she said, noticing the cigarette in his hands. She beacause she kenw that didn't mean she didn't like them, though. "But, you could always give me one, then at least you won't be alone," she said with a small laugh.

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[edward d'aubigne]

Edward turned his head to see who was speaking to him. He smiled back, easily, "Hello madame." He murmered back to her. His voice was velvet and quiet, but loud enough to hear over the small breeze that passed over once in a while. He finished his ciggarette and put out the small spark on the wooden rail. He looked at her and questioned a moment about actually giving her one. It wasn't that he wanted to keep them, he was just a hypocrite at times. He pulled out his pack of ciggarettes, but didn't hand her one. He looked at her, "Are you sure you want one? Pretty faces get ruined by smoking you know."

So Edward was feeling a little bold tonight. Perhaps it was because of the company of Janelle. But either way, he was honest in compliements. He never lied about what he thought. It was a flaw in a way, and some girls got very angry with him. He taught himself to stay quiet or say something that was positive, wether it was about their attidude or personality. He was sure to say something.

He looked her over as he waited for an answer and smiled a little at her purple jeans. He, himself, was just in a normal outfit; dark denim jeans and a plain, casual shirt. It wasn't like Edward to spend too much time getting ready. But his clothes were always nice. He had to give Janelle credit for her creativity. He wasn't sure too many girls would step out of their place in purple jeans and be able to pull it off like she did.

[janelle allen]

She found herself giving a small laugh at Edward. It was funny how he had sat there puffing away, and then worried about her face getting ruined. What about his? She wouldn't want to see his all gross and yucky. So, everyone in this world was a hypocrite. Janelle had already gotten used to it. It was old news to her by now. Adults and teenagers especially were hypocrites. She found little kids to be more likely to be innocent and themselves.

"Yeah, I know that. But that's all in the future. I'd rather live for today and not worry about what happens tomorrow," she siad with a small laugh. "So, yes, I'm sure I want one," she added. She didn't like having to think about consequences. Why worry? That's why she always wanted a career in acting. Most directors didn't mind when you had to improvise when you forgot a line. It made life easier on her.

"So, how are you on this fine evening?" she asked him with a smile. She liked nighttime. It was more her time. She could go out and not worry about the sun. And she loved the dark. When people used to be afraid of it, she loved it. She had never gotten scared of those stupid, made up stories people told around campfires. She loved them. Yes, she had been quite a strange kid, but that had only been the start of.

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[edward d'aubigne]

Edward shrugged and held out the small roll for her. He lit himself another one, ignoring the dryness that was already starting in his throat. He promised himself to get the "sweeter stuff" when he got home. He took a small drag and looked back out to sea. He shrugged, "I'm fine. Not too much has happened." His mind was still on what she had said, about not worrying about tomorrow. He wasn't sure how people could say and live like that. He didn't see it possible.

Surely somewhere in their sub-concious self, they thought about their actions first. The considered the odds before actually doing something. Sure, some people hesitated longer, but they were the more smarter ones in Edward's book. At least at times it was that way. Some people were actually just scared to take the leap. It was then that Edward disagreed. He didn't favor fear too much, he thought it held you back too much. But who was he to say? He never faced anything that fearful to him.

He took another drag, before stuffing it out on the rail. He was careful not to the butt of the cigarette fall into the sea. He'd pick it up before he left, to go back home. His thoughts were finally focused on the present again and he looked at Janelle, "What about you?" He asked her.