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Post by Hart Kennedy on Jan 29, 2009 17:49:22 GMT
Pulling his hair up into a tight ponytail, Hart gazed out at the crystal blue sea and breathed in the sharp scent gratefully, feeling his head clear. After a four hour flight, his head was still pounding and he could still hear the dull roar of aircraft engines in his ears. Not to mention the boat journey out to the island. As he bent down to pick up his goggles, Hart felt his stomach twist in embarrassment. He didn’t think he would have needed another dose of travel sickness pills. Luckily Holly had been there so it wasn’t like he’d been hurling over the side of the boat with no one to look after him. Putting on his goggles, Hart walked slowly across the hot white sand towards the water’s edge. Dabbling his toes in the gentle wash of the tide against the beach, he giggled to himself. It was cold and if he stood still for long enough, small silver fish would swim close and even nibble at his feet. Wading in deeper, he stretched his arms, feeling the heat of the sun warming his bare back contrasted with the cold sea water lapping at his waist.
Kicking out against the current, Hart swam further out into the sea, pushing his body down under the water and spinning, imagining he was a creature of the sea. He felt freer in the water, able to twist and turn and feel weightless. It was like his weightlessness lifted the weight of his troubles. Although the homesickness hadn’t yet hit him, Hart was fully aware that he was in a new place and far away from home. But Holly’s here, he reminded himself. Surely he’d be okay as long as she was around? Surfacing for air, his thoughts trailed off into simply observing. He gasped quietly at the sight of the sea cliffs, pale ochre, sun bleached and sea beaten. You could just about see the tops of a couple of cave mouths, tall enough to swim into if you were brave. Hart decided he wasn’t brave and turned his face back to the water. Gazing down into five or six metres of water, he felt a jolt of panic. What if there were sharks?! Hart tried to think logically to calm himself down. More people died from coconuts and bee stings than they did of sharks, he thought.
Swimming further along the coast, but making sure not to swim too far out, Hart spotted shoals of fish glimmering near the sea floor. Whist peering down at them, he spotted a shiny looking object half buried in the sand. Taking a huge gulp of air, Hart dived down, kicking hard with his legs and pulling with his arms. His lungs ached as he held his breath tightly. He was near the bottom when it suddenly dawned on him how deep the water actually was. Thrashing, he noticed at the same time that the shiny object was just a drink’s can. Panic filled him and he kicked out hard with his legs. His foot came into contact with a rock, and he screamed. Air burst from his lungs and he felt himself sinking. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut in fear, he thrashed in the direction he thought might be up, but felt himself slipping away. He had to get to the surface before he passed out. Suddenly, his fingers brushed the surface of the water and he gasped in relief, only to have salt water rush in to his mouth. Coughing and spluttering, he passed out just as his head broke the surface and the last thing he was aware of was an endless sinking feeling.
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Post by Jacob Dylan Rymore on Jan 29, 2009 18:40:00 GMT
It was that time of year again, summer, and the eighteen year old boy was pretty much overjoyed to be out of school, excited for a summer that was supposed to be all about music. Sure, music, but you couldn’t forget all the other fun that would surely occur within the three months on this exotic island. Having just reached the island an hour, if even that ago, Jake was itching to explore the place. He might as well wander around and get used to the place if he was going to be stuck here from now onwards.
The beach seemed like a sensible place to start, and this one was simply amazing compared to the one back in Brooklyn. The sand was almost white; there was literally no sign of litter and no sign of people. Which Jake decided was a good thing at the moment. Everyone else was probably running around the centre, trashing the music blocks or something, or as he thought about it, choosing the best dorms. Jake hadn’t really taken concern to where he was sleeping, it was only a dormitory. His suitcase was most likely still sitting in the lobby by itself.
Walking along the beach, hands stuffed in his black combat shorts (gawd it felt weird to be out of drain pipes) Jacob briefly scanned the impressive scenery as he let his feet lead him down the coast along the clear blue sea. He’d never been one for peaceful walks, but the senior had to admit that this was quite relaxing, and he was quite looking forward to three months in the sun with no school work and no parents or siblings to bother him. It should be a pretty alright trip. Jacob was certain on making it so.
As his brown eyes scanned the waves to his right as he walked up the sandy surface he could’ve sworn he saw someone. That someone was obviously eager to try out the local swimming pool; Jacob noticed they were quite far out, so if he made any attempt of communication with whoever it was, they probably wouldn’t hear him. But then they vanished. Seconds. Maybe even a minute. They didn’t return to the surface. Well, that wasn’t good, even Jacob felt encouraged to do something about it, he was absolutely positive he’d seen someone swimming.
Hesitating on what to do, Jake always being the slow thinker, he hurried forward, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt back to the crease of his elbow (they kept falling down) and his feet met the cool water. Searching, almost frantically now, he wouldn’t witness someone drown, that would just be a terrible start to this exciting holiday, for the person he knew was there, his eyes fell upon something. A body, a boy, Jake thought. Hurrying over, and carelessly grabbing the half conscious, well he might’ve been unconscious, Jake wasn’t sure, under the arms he dragged the poor kid to the shore, laying him on the pale coloured sand. “You alright mate?” He asked stupidly, pulling of the swimming goggles with one hand and pushing back the, obviously younger, boy’s hair.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Jan 29, 2009 19:18:17 GMT
Hart hadn’t always loved swimming. When he was a small child, he used to have infant swimming lessons along with his twin sister, and incidentally their really annoying neighbour Meghan. He’d been terrified from the word go. He even used to be scared of baths, until he got old enough to realise that actually the plug was too small for him to fall down and that the gurgling noise it made wasn’t a hungry monster that wanted to eat him up. For their tenth birthday, the twins, Holly and their parents went to Florida and whilst there they visited a place where you could swim with dolphins. At first - Hart being the sensitive soul he is – he was afraid of the animals, but after a few minutes he was in love. Ever since then, Hart was practically obsessed with the ocean and swimming in it. He even tried out for the swimming team once, but quickly decided he didn’t want to be on the team when bullies threatened to drown him in the school swimming pool.
So of course, one of Hart’s biggest fears is drowning. He felt like he was a goner, but then realised that ... hey wait a minute, how could he feel anything if he was dead? Almost as soon as he realised this, he felt someone’s hands lifting him. He wanted to move or open his eyes or something but he couldn’t. There was a fierce burning sensation in his chest, and he strained for breath like he was breathing through a tiny straw. He felt himself be laid down by whoever had dragged him out of the water, and wanted to complain about the sand clinging to his wet body. It seemed kind of stupid, seeing as he was half conscious and had nearly drowned just then. Hands brushed over his face, pushing his hair away and pulling off his goggles. Opening one eye a crack, he only saw the blurry image of ... someone ... leaning over him. He tried to speak, but just inhaled on nothing. Why couldn’t he breathe?! Hart started to panic again, tensing up his muscles. He wanted to scream, but the air wasn’t getting into his lungs and it was terrifying. It was like every nightmare he’d ever had was coming true.
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Post by Jacob Dylan Rymore on Jan 29, 2009 19:45:15 GMT
Placing the boy carefully, well as carefully as Jake could on the sand, he fidgeted to kneel beside his limp body. He wasn’t dead was he? That would be awful, this kid looked pretty cute for a drowning victim, he surely couldn’t die- no wait, he was breathing. Jacob sighed in relief, he really wouldn’t want to have explained himself out of this one if the young boy happened to die, and well it surely wouldn’t be his fault. But even a soul like Jakes could feel guilty.
Having not paid attention in the first aid classes, Jake always found something else entertaining to do in those few lessons, like scratching lyrics on the desk or making the fake dummies lie in suggestive positions whenever there nervous teacher came round to check on the groups, so having not paid much attention on what to do when someone was half conscious, the eighteen year old had no clue whatsoever on what to do right now.
The other boy, sprawled across the white sand, was breathing, well, it looked like he was, and he was alive at least. Jake leant over the body, pushing his own hair back with his left hand. He didn’t get a response from the boy, so he guessed he wasn’t heard. Hey, weren’t you supposed to kiss someone if they were unconscious. Jake felt a strike on genius twinge inside him, kissing was something he was good at, he was almost positive on that fact.
Wiping a few droplets of water from the strangers pale cheeks and nose he drew closer to the other boys face. This was bound to work, and its not like kissing someone was hard work or anything. Lips met lips and Jake parted the younger campers with his forcefully, what was he supposed to do now? Oh right, breathe, or something. Attempting to perform the kiss of life, Jake pressed there lips closer together.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Jan 29, 2009 20:02:23 GMT
All he could think was ‘I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die’. A cool breeze whirled tauntingly in from the sea, brushing salty sea-spray across his damp body. His chest felt like it was on fire, his lungs were aching painfully as he struggled for breath. Suddenly, he felt something against his lips. It took him a few seconds to register what was going on, but when it dawned on him that he was being kissed by a total stranger, he freaked out even more and suddenly found the strength to breath. Twisting his body away from the person who had just kissed him, he coughed violently, spluttering up sea water. It burned his nose and the back of his throat and it made him feel slightly queasy, thinking about the fact that this water had been in his lungs.
After what felt like hours of hacking up water from his lungs, he managed to struggle into a slumped sitting position. Sand grated against his skin and got in his swimming trunks, and he looked up shyly at the person who’d obviously saved his life. Fuck...The first thing that hit him was how fucking gorgeous they were. The second thing he felt was intimidation. His eyes were a warm brown, but his sharp features and wiry muscles made him look like the kind of guy you didn’t want to screw with. Coughing weakly, Hart tried to find the words to say. He couldn’t exactly start the whole ‘oh thank you so much you saved my life’ rant, could he? That was just so cheesy. Then again, it was probably the only thing anyone knew to say when they had their life saved. It wasn’t exactly something he mused on normally.
“Th-Thanks for that,” Hart panted quietly, still feeling breathless. His face heated, and he turned his smoky blue eyes on the ground. Why must he always blush like an idiot all the time? Cursing his easily flushing cheeks, Hart tried to concentrate on getting oxygen back in his lungs, panting deep and heavy.
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Post by Jacob Dylan Rymore on Jan 29, 2009 20:41:33 GMT
Jake had to try not to get carried away or anything; this was a life saving opportunity not something else that was often on the boys mind. The boy spluttering and squirming back to life woke Jake from his somewhat trance, and he pulled his lips away from the younger boys. He sat up himself, leaning back on knees, and scrunched up his face in slight irritation at the feeling of sand in his wet converse; they were probably now destroyed forever. Oh well. He had plenty more where that came from.
He turned his attention back to the other boy; his shoes could wait a while. Rolling the sleeves of his shirt up again, this time fiercer, as if that would make them stay in place for longer and undoing a few of the buttons, the sun was starting to get to him now, and glanced down at the stranger, who’d wriggled his own way from Jake slightly.
The senior pushed his hair back with his hand and opened his mouth to say something, but seeing as the boy half lying on the beach was preoccupied spitting back up the salty seawater and god knows what else Jake thought it sensible to wait a while, well, at least until he’d recovered. He had supposedly nearly just drowned.
Jake wasn’t the first one to speak, and for some reason he found himself smiling at the sound of the other boys younger voice, grinning he shuffled on his knees, to situate himself between the drenched, well half drenched, the sun was pretty hot and he probably wouldn’t even be wet in a few minutes, camper. “Couldn’t let you drown now, could I?” He grinned, leaning forward to fiddle with the laces on his ruined shoes.
Turning back his brown eyes met the icy blue of the other boys, before they diverted to the sand beneath them both, Jake noticed the rosy blush on his cheeks and smiled again slightly, least the colour was coming back to his pale features. “That would not have looked good on my part...” He joked, “You alright?” He asked, just checking he wasn’t going to break out into another coughing fit or something, or worse suddenly collapse.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Jan 29, 2009 21:31:11 GMT
Gasping for air, he clutched at his chest. It was so fiery sore, every breath he took felt like he was breathing in hot ashes. He looked up again at Jake, feeling his eyes watering with the pain. Oh this was great. The first person he’d met here had to kiss him to save his life, and now he was gonna see him cry. What a great way to make first impressions. The older boy’s reply to his thanks took him off guard. He tried to think of some way to reply to it, but to be honest he wasn’t as witty as this boy obviously was. Instead, he offered up a pathetic, wet smile. He grimaced then; feeling the water dry on his skin and making it feel stiff with salt. This was the part of the beach Hart really hated. He was thinking more and more that he should have just gone to the swimming pool.
He nodded dumbly at the older boy’s statement. No, he guessed it would have looked pretty suspicious if he hadn’t at least tried to help. Frowning, Hart felt insanely weird about having just been kissed by a total stranger. The only thing he knew about this boy was that he had an American accent and made witty comments a lot.
“I...I think I’ll live,” Hart muttered, feeling light headed as he said it. Swaying slightly, he dug his fingers into the sand as if to root him to the earth. He wondered how weird his accent must sound to the American (at least, he assumed this other boy was from America). He’d never really thought his girly, posh English accent could sound like anything really. It was just how he spoke. Glancing shyly up again at the other boy, he felt the colour return to his cheeks.
“Um, I’m Hart,” he said quietly, not trusting his lungs to stay un-collapsed for more than a few seconds without filling them to the brim with sweet sea air.
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Post by Jacob Dylan Rymore on Jan 30, 2009 17:53:30 GMT
Watching the younger camper struggle for breath was quite worrying in some sense, Jake wasn’t sure what to do, but he was pretty sure he’d done enough already, and he would survive. He hoped. Jake began to get annoyed with his converse even more and leant over and began untying his dirty white shoe laces and glanced at Hart. Grinning he replied to Hart’s comment. Hart was a strange name, well, Jake’d never heard of it before. Maybe it was a nickname, which could be understood. Jacob himself technically went by a nickname, he hated his full name. Who in there right minds would name there kid after some biblical dude, his Mom wasn’t even religious. He hated it. S’why he was known as Jake, because he practically refused to answer to anything else.
“Cute name” He said, flashing a smile and tugging the shoes of his feet, “I'm Jake” returning the favour by introducing himself. He’d noticed Hart’s accent, he obviously wasn’t from America like he was, of course, and otherwise Jake would’ve seen him before at school or something. “...You’re not from the States” He continued, fiddling with his hair again, the utterance not a question, more a statement. Laughing quietly at the return of the faint blush on Hart’s cheeks Jake opened his mouth to speak again, “So, you’re British? You’re accent is fucking adorable” He grinned, being flirtatious as he always was around well, anyone that took his fancy.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Jan 30, 2009 22:52:28 GMT
Hart felt his insides squirm and tie in knots when the other boy replied to him introducing himself. Was he being patronising or was he flirting? No...Hell, why would the older boy flirt with him?! Nodding faintly, he made a mental note of his name. Jake ... Was it short for Jacob? Maybe ... Hart liked the name Jacob, even if it was biblical or whatever. Who cared? He raised an eyebrow when Jake declared that Hart wasn’t from the States. It seemed totally ridiculous, why the hell was Jake telling him this? He already knew that! Hart was starting to dislike Jake. Not only did he try too hard to be funny or sarcastic or whatever, but he made pointless, stupid remarks as well. He was probably some stupid popular kid in his school that everyone loved because he was good looking. Hart stopped his train of thought right there but it started off in a different direction on a similar theme.
Why did he keep thinking that this other boy was hot? He shouldn’t think like that ... but Holly and Jess were always going on about hot boys, why couldn’t he too? Sighing, he looked out to sea thoughtfully. The quiet laugh from Jake made him look round again, and they made eye contact but Hart quickly averted his gaze away from those powerfully intimidating eyes. A little frown flickered on his lips. What was Jake implying? He made eye contact again, attempting to make his expression defiant but probably just looked meek and innocent like he always did.
“I’m sorry ... what are you trying to say?” he muttered, not wanting to seem rude to this new acquaintance.
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Post by Jacob Dylan Rymore on Jan 31, 2009 20:39:52 GMT
Jake dropped the pair of converse to the side, stretching his legs out in front of him, feeling the sand rub against his legs. He hated wearing shorts, but he couldn’t really wear tight drain pipes walking around a beach with the sun beating down at you harshly. He had found a use for the summer clothes his mom had bought him at last. Rolling up his sleeves, not having counted how many times he’d already had to do this he glanced at the younger boy, Hart, who was sitting beside him. He definitely looked younger; well it was almost certain this kid couldn’t be in the same year as Jacob himself. He wasn’t eighteen surely.
Laughing at Harts comment, trying to decide whether or not he was upset or shocked at his comment, it was hard to tell. “It’s a compliment” He grinned, placing both of his arms behind his back to hold himself up as he sat there. “You sound so much more civil than us Americans” he continued, laughing slightly as he looked Hart over; he couldn’t help it. “So, I’m guessing this is your first year at camp?” It was a pretty good guess if Jake said so himself, though he’d be gutted if he was wrong, “You were eager to explore I’m guessing?” He chuckled, looking out to the sea again. The kids must’ve only been on the island an hour or two, if that.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Feb 1, 2009 20:39:36 GMT
Hart sighed when Jake started rambling on about god know’s what. It stung him when Jake laughed, commenting on his failed exploring attempt. He looked out over the sea as well, watching the gentle waves sigh against the white sand. The water was impossibly blue and clear, stretching out as far as the eye could see. If you looked closely, you could see other islands on the horizon, pale slithers of rock against an infinity of blue sky and sea.
“Yeah, it’s my first year...it’s my sister Holly’s second though,” Hart said quietly, feeling his breath finally returning to normal. His smoky blue eyes scanned the beach, wondering if anyone else was around. His gaze fell on no one, after skimming over a small group of wading seagulls, before settling on Jake. Why was the older boy still hanging out with him? Didn’t he have older friends that he could hang out with? Surely they would be more interesting than the little English kid that nearly drowned after only a few hours on the island. Hart really hoped that Jake wasn’t gonna spread that. God, that’d be the most embarrassing rumour ever! Hart felt uncomfortable with the way Jake was looking him up and down like he was some kind of ... object. And what was with saying his voice was adorable? He didn’t want to say anything stupid, but then again he wasn’t sure he liked Jake ... well ... Hart wasn’t sure. Was he flirting with him or not? The blush returned to Hart’s face and he sighed, watching a seagull pass back and forth overhead. |
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Post by Jacob Dylan Rymore on Feb 3, 2009 12:29:40 GMT
It was getting hotter out here, and Jake really wasn’t one for the heat. He tanned pretty easily, judging by his Italian family background, and he hated it, he’d prefer not to, but then again he was far too lazy to actually bother with sun cream. Therefore, there was no way around the problem. At least he didn’t get sun burnt, he thought.
For some reason the eighteen year old found himself very much intrigued with the younger boy, surely it could just be another one of his crushes, that’s if you called them crushes, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the nearly drowned newbie and go find himself a dorm that hadn’t already been invaded by idiots.
Still looking out at the clear blue ocean before him he smiled as Hart spoke again, he guessed correctly, he was a firstie. “You have a sister?” Jake asked, almost immediately, it wasn’t his fault he'd sounded so interested, he was just nosey, besides he might know her from last year or something, though he doubted he’d remember anyone’s name if they weren’t from his old school.
“It’s my last year here” He began, the comment not really directed to Hart, more himself than anything, but he’d said it out loud. Turning to face the younger boy, he grinned again, “So, what’s your talent?” He winked.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Feb 8, 2009 20:30:57 GMT
Jake’s fast reply made Hart frown. Why would he be so interested in him having a sister? Although he tried hard not to, he was starting to think this Jake guy was a little bit of a whore. Just a little bit. But then again, Jake had just saved his life so Hart guessed he’d have to at least try and ignore this little flaw in his personality. Reaching out, Hart picked up an oval shaped pebble and traced shapes in the sand with it, avoiding Jake’s gaze.
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