Not Cold {Private . . . I think}

Jason walked to the creek. He was wearing his black hoodie. His hood was up but it was not quite covering his head. He was carrying his black guitar that Zinnia had gotten him. The ends of his mouth quirked up in a slight smile at the mention of Zinnia. She was like his little sister. He knew he would die for her. Knowing Zinnia, she die for him first. He shook his head to clear his head and realized he had reached his destination. He stopped right before he got to the edge of the creek before sitting down. Now what was he going to play . . . he mused

~Charlie Alexandra Raven~

Not Cold {Private . . . I think} 8715708922a12944437170l

Charlie groaned, wondering why the hell she had got up this early. It wasn't early, about three in the afternoon but, being the god of sleep's daughter, she never normally got out of bed until late afternnon, if at all. She pulled her sweater tighter around her, wishing she had worn more than just that, a pair of jeans and Converse. A head of her, she found a cute boy sitting down; about her age with a guitar. Charlie didn't really enjoy social confrontation much so remained quiet, stating a few metres away from him and looking out at the waves, hoping he would ignore her.

Jason strummed quietly, not wanting to wake up any of the sleeping nymphs in the trees. He began to hum under his breath, strumming out of tune. He yawned. What was it, like ,three a clock in the morning? Zinnia always wondered why he didn't sleep like normal people, it wasn't till recently that he realized it was because his cabin felt better in the day time. So he was usually wide awake during the night. he yawned once more. he rubbed his eyes. It wasn't till he heard the soft foot steps to the left of him did he start to be aware of his surroundings. Using his peripheral vision he looked to his left to see a nymph or something. She was illuminated by the moon-light. She had long curly brown hair and she just seemed . . . just sad. Jason felt bad for her because she was a lot like him and no one deserved that much sadness on their own shoulders. He had shouldered some of that guilt onto Zinnia but the girl looked like she didn't have anyone. He shook his thoughts away as he gave a small cough. "Hello?" He asked

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