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51. Test

Third Person

A lovely young girl, full of laughter, life and most importantly love, made her way down the stairs towards the ground floor. Her long dark locks bounced on her back as it slashed the air like if it where a whip. The girl ran from something, to be specific someone. Here hazel eyes, searched for someway to withstand or place some sort of barricade between herself and that person. She stood still for a moment, her forehead scrunched up in a way which meant she was deep in thought. Her eyes finally landed on the far off closet. She showed no sign of fear or of being in danger. She heard footsteps come close and closer; as they sounded right behind her she made a run for it to the closet. But just before her hand could get a grip on the brass doorknob, that held the promise of safety, something grabbed her from behind.

Two large hands turned her around and pulled her towards something strong. They both panted, and took a moment to take a breather. The handsome boy held a gleam in his eyes, knowing that he had won. His misty grey eyes stared down at the girls hazel ones and they consumed each other with just the lock of eyes.

"That's not fair. You cheated," the girl whined, she hid a smile that would give up her secret enjoyment of actually losing.

"Me cheat? Never. I just happen to be a fast runner," the boy leaned forward so his breath was right by her ear. Just that proximity, sent a chill running down the girl's spine.

"Yes, Mr. I'm-Captain-of-the-basketball-team. Can you let me go now?" Kenzie asked. But in her mind she just wanted to stay there, in his arms.

"Babe, I think I love holding you this close, you're safe in my arms," he said with a smile that meant he was being cute. Little did he know that just those simple words made Kenzie's heart flutter.

"You're a cheese ball," Kenzie responded to that with a smirk of her own. The boy just leant down and kissed her softly on her lips. Hers arms that were held down slowly slipped out of his arms to around his neck.

"Okay, okay! Sheesh. Can't contain yourselves already and your just leaving," a voice broke their connection. Kenzie huffed under her breath which made the boy chuckled. He kept an arm around her waist and turned to look at the intruder.

"Frank, you have a tendency of bad timing," the boy joked. The intruder who mildly resembled Kenzie, had a smile that sprung from cheek to cheek.

"Or maybe, Jay, you have a tendency of making out with my sister in our home," Frank retorted. They both laughed, not noticing that Kenzie was blushing furiously.

"Touché," Jayden said. A silence took over and they exchanged glances and finally all of their stares landed on the suitcases that laid piled at the side of the door. There were more than there were originally just a half hour ago. Both boys looked at Kenzie.

"Ken, I know you're a girl and everything. Though I doubted it a bit with the whole jock thing," Kenzie rolled her eyes, "but seriously. I don't think you need all of that for two weeks of vacation." Frank stared at Kenzie with amusement.

"Yeah, babe. I thought we agreed that we'd buy clothes over there," Jayden scratched his head not knowing whether or not he should move away. For all he knew girls were girls. Then again Kenzie had always surprised him, kept him on his toes all the time.

"Um...those aren't all mine," Kenzie said. She was rather confused about the extra suitcases. She extracted herself from Jayden's arm and grabbed her bags just to prove to them that all of the bags weren't hers.

"So who's suitcases are-" Frank began though he soon found out the answer.

"Those are my own, Franklin," a voice that flowed with words that each held a strong sense of power filled the grand hall. The clicking of heels as they impacted the stairs ricocheted of the walls. All three turned around to stare at a astounding youthful woman, who's strides were graceful. She wasn't alone, at her hand was a little girl with the biggest innocent filled eyes and long ponytail sashaying at her back. Behind they followed a man, who's age showed on his face unlike his wive's, though he still looked rather young. The salt and pepper age wasn't no where near yet.