every.stolen.promise.you've.believed

[Demi Moore]

[[for Jarod LaCroux only]]

Sitting out by the lake, Demi watched the sun sink in a sea of pinks, purples, and yellows. Sketch pad up in her dorm, she could only memorize the details. Sinking back into her quietness, it had only been a day since she realized the date and how close it was to her birthday and the anniversary of her parents deaths.

A year ago, it was about this time she met Brayden. She hadn't realized the date until after meeting him. Thinking about the past, Demi's eyes slowly welled up with tears. Her jacket was unzipped, exposing her shoulder as she hugged her knees. Summer had faded to autumn, and soon, winter would be at the door, which ment more fires for warmth in the castle, which kept her eyes moist.

Pulling the hood over her head, the jacket covered Demi's shoulder as a result, and hid her face from passerbys. She wanted to make it through the comming weeks as best as she possibly could, and with few people knowing about it. That was the challenge. Could she act normally for the next few weeks?

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[jarodlacroux]

So his first day in classes went very well. It wasn't all Jarod expected it to be. They weren't hard classes to learn in, but he would rather prefer to stay in his new dorm and study there on his own. Pah with studying! He wasn't a daft git, y'know? Intelligent, but lazy most of the time. Jarod just chose not to apply himself more than he should in these classes. Afterall, it's not like he doesn't know the basics.

Alright, so he needed some brushing up on wand casting and history. Maybe when the next week begins he'll find himself in better spirits than today. He just arrived so he couldn't expect a big welcoming. If his sisters were able to go through school perfectly fine, they he can too. They were more perfect than Jarod, but he really could care less. As long as he passes, that's all that mattered.

But maybe he'll try things differently. The constant reminder of his parents chiding in him still drilled his mind. Pass this school and maybe he'll receive a treat at the end. Hah, cookies probably. Or maybe a new broom? He'll just have to see this school through and survive what ever comes his way. So, leaving his dorm, dressed casually in a pair of faded ripped jeans and a black t-shirt, he headed outside.

Jarod has not yet explored the grounds of this school, but it was so vast, he just didn't know where to start. And it would take days, at least a couple, before he memorizes his ways around every inch of this school, both inside and out. As the sun began to set over the towering mountains, his blue eyes scanned the grounds near the lake. And there he noticed a figure sitting by herself, hooded as if trying to hide from the eyes that are trying to seek her.

Typically, Jarod would pass people by, not caring to know them or to converse with them. But he was new here and needed a brand new start. Company was first in his mind. Networking. Talking. Befriending? Jarod shuddered at that thought. The whole acquainting yourself to someone you didn't know. Wouldn't hurt to try. His lips curved into a smile as he approached him, taking a seat atleast a couple feet away, uninvited, and turns to look at her.

"You know, I just like how the sun descends the sky into the meshing colours of dark golden yellows, oranges, pinks, and purples. Almost reminds me of juice." It was a random statement, but that is what the big swirly sky looked to him. Actually made him feel parched now that he thought of that.

[Demi Moore]

Someone was coming, Demi couldn't see it, but she could sense it. Closing her eyes, hoping that the person might pass her by, the sound of walking through grass stopped and she let out a sigh of releif, thinking the person was gone. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, that was about when a male voice hit her ears.

Not expecting to hear anyone talking to her, she jumped, which caused Demi to (lightly) hit herself in the face with her hand. Her heart raced, and she looked over to see who was talking to her. Silent for a minute, she just looked at him, almost as if he was an alein being.

What he said finally registared, and her eyes were no longer moist, but betrayed her sadness, not that she realized it. Looking back to the sunset, she figured that in order to meet the challenge, she could try to contribute to a conversation. "I've never thought of juice watching a sunset." She finally spoke, not looking back, but at the multicolored sky. She could see what he ment by juice though. Grape, orange, pink lemonade, even lemon.

"It reminds me that another day has passed, and..." Stopping herself, she bit her lip, knowing that she couldn't finish with 'and I'm still the same person.' Knowing he'd most likely prod about the 'and', she decided to come up with something. "And that life is a cycle... though one stage is done, another is begining." Where that explination came from, or if she really believed it, was lost to her. Pulling her hair behind her ear, she looked back to the guy with a small shrug.

[jarodlacroux]

Jarod must've been an unexpected surprise. Well he liked to think that since he was a sly one to get around the corners unnoticed. But let's not get his ego in the way. Jarod was just trying to be a bit more optimistic after how his day ended up. And so far things seemed to go good, or he just assumed they are. He could never really tell since he couldn't read the expression on the girl's face that was hidden under her hood.

Was he disturbing her? Jarod was unwelcomed and he just invited himself to her space. It was like some bubble, surrounding her, and he just popped it. Maybe she was ignoring everyone and they just passed her like some soulless person who didn't deserve attention. Nah, people can't be that rude around here, right? He didn't like to think about that since he was new around here.

Finally words to his ears were like music lyrics to a musician. Don't know how that ties in, but still, she responded to him. It wasn't a one-sided conversation now, it was two! "Juice was the first thing that came to my mind. Rather thirsty now since I've been imagining it." He grins while averting his sight to the distant sky. But her way sounded much better. Like philosophical.

And? Yes, Jarod would've been that ickle git who would ask 'and... what else?' but something must've been formulating in her mind to continue that sentence. Aha, see, there! "One stage is done and another begins. But the thing is, life is a cycle, and we are constantly in motion. We don't stop, we continue living life to its fullest. Hoping that the next day, week, month, or year will improve better as we get older. Just like the world and how we revolve around the sun. Though let's hope that no asteroid gets in the way."

[Demi Moore]

His voice had that indescribable hint of carefree and happiness. Something Demi would forever be jealous of. What did she do to lose that carefree spirit? Why at such a young age? Biting her lips together, she was unaware of the slight exposure of her face. Those questions and that notice always became more apparent to her during the ending weeks of September.

When he bought her finishing of that dangerous slip of the word 'and', Demi didn't expect him to go off on something from it, then again, she hadn't expected him to talk to her in the first place. What he said, implied a philosophical side to the guy, who looked about her age. Glancing over to him, a slight disbelief showed in her eyes.

Unfortunately, he made sense. In some strange understanding, his words made sense to her. How, why, she didn't know. Realizing that she had fallen to silence, she sighed. "Kind've like karma? According to that, the good and bad in life balances out. One week might be bad, but don't worry, the next will be better." There was a small undertone of sarcasm to her last comment.

Rolling her eyes, she continued. "Do wrong to someone, you won't get it back right away, but when it comes around, what you did was nothing compared to what happens to you." A small undertone of hurt was in her voice, but it came out in such a way that a small portion of sarcasm masked it from the untrained ear.