Post by Jamie Reynolds on Apr 25, 2007 21:13:44 GMT -5
Cold nights. And chilling frights.
That's what made this boy who he was. He just seemed to wander around a lot while kicking different things around.
You see, this was Jamie and how he normally was.
He was shy and quiet.
Shy. And quiet.
That's how he enjoyed things around him.
Sitting down slowly on the patio, he pulled out his drawing book and began drawing. Drawing what, you ask? The sky. The sky and sillhouette of trees. It made excellent for a 'subject'.
He swallowed hard and began squinting, drawing. After feeling a cold chill build up in his body, he tightened his faux leather jacket around his body, covering up some of the white tee shirt. He had on something comfortable tonight. A pair of jeans that slightly hung loose against his legs. And a simple pair of worn out tennis shoes.
He hadn't really been expecting to meet someone so he merely didn't dress up.
Heck, even his brown hair was quite messy.
That's what made this boy who he was. He just seemed to wander around a lot while kicking different things around.
You see, this was Jamie and how he normally was.
He was shy and quiet.
Shy. And quiet.
That's how he enjoyed things around him.
Sitting down slowly on the patio, he pulled out his drawing book and began drawing. Drawing what, you ask? The sky. The sky and sillhouette of trees. It made excellent for a 'subject'.
He swallowed hard and began squinting, drawing. After feeling a cold chill build up in his body, he tightened his faux leather jacket around his body, covering up some of the white tee shirt. He had on something comfortable tonight. A pair of jeans that slightly hung loose against his legs. And a simple pair of worn out tennis shoes.
He hadn't really been expecting to meet someone so he merely didn't dress up.
Heck, even his brown hair was quite messy.
