'Our hearts are like gems.'
The Story Of Summer Jones and Pierce Hudson. Two different teenagers, a girl and a boy wouldn't have found each other if love hadn't stopped them in their tracks.
We are fifteen-year-old boys with a reckless mindset and a...
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Pierce Hudson;
Hunter neared the edge, peering down as he visibly shivers from the bitterness of the air as it nibbles away at his skin. 'You trust me, don't you?' He asks, his bottom lip trembling and a light shade of lilac. His nakedness doesn't stun me, stop me in my tracks as both I and Max, along with Hunter are ready to jump over the cliff and into the crashing waves with our bare, building frames. I stare at him with no emotion, sending no signals. I just stare at Hunter. He mistakes my silence for cowardliness. He musters a twitching smile 'Don't be a wuss.' He attempts to encourage. 'And if you jump' he slowly says, His obsidian eyes rolling over to Justine Weathers, our abusive best friend with her back to us as she types away on her android. Clothed. 'And Justine over there, won't think so.'
I huff out thick air. 'State that to someone who isn't afraid.' I grin at him. In the farthest is the taunting seas, Slamming against each other as Seagulls fly above, the rocks huddled into groups ranging from the largest to the almost invisible from where we stand. Hunter nods his head, a small smirk climbing its way. He sniffles against the harsh cold, rubbing his nose as he inhales in largely. We are fifteen-year-old boys with a reckless mindset and a desire for the rush of life blinding us with visions of what we could've been doing if we had not decided to face death, with courage and pride. The feeling of it all; addictive, weirdly satisfying and hauntingly terrifying. To face death were as to say that my father returned; surprising.
The cloud is dense and grey as it looms over in clunks of white wool.
Max stepped into sight, taking a few bold steps closer to the tip of the grassy iceberg. 'Are we going to plunge into the water'-- He covers his purple lips, an apple scented burp escaping his lips and chimes. The smell is quick before it is swept away by the current of the wind. I scrunch up my nose, shivering within as I replay the scent in my mind. Max creases his forehead, immune to the stench of his burp 'Or not because the longer I stay out. The quicker I get sick.'
Hunter grumbled. 'Don't worry about getting sick, doesn't matter how high we are'--
Max interrupts. 'Thanks.' Shaking the black curls of hair that crowd his forehead away from his electric blue-eyes.
'And the waves? Pretend that they aren't even there or that they are calm and are glistening in the sun.' The wind whipping Hunter's hair into different directions. My toes curl and UN-curl as we all hug ourselves to rid our minds off the air. Goosebumps mark our bodies as their own. Hunter walks down the iceberg, his thin toes curling over the sides of the cliff. 'I'm ready.' He informs to himself.
I wait for him and so does Max, eagerly watching him for the big leap he will make. His buttocks looking rather humorous to me and Max, his white circle bottom just..looking..funny, disgusting too as I envision it without a say. Ugh. Max and I catch each other glances at one another, sharing the same smile.
'I am ready.' Hunter repeats.
'I'm ready.' He states, his voice laced with determination. 'I'm ready.'
