Post by Ben Samuels on Mar 12, 2009 11:16:42 GMT -5
Ben's alarm clock went off, and his eyes shot open. He sat up and ran a hand over his face, flipping the covers off himself and getting out of bed. He only had on his boxers, so he needed to get dressed.
Ben walked into the laundry room, and pulled on a pair of jeans, but left his shirt off, because it was too hot to wear one. He walked out onto his balcony, and took his cigarettes out of his pocket, pulling out a single cigarette.
He placed it in-between his lips, and felt around in his pockets until he found his lighter, then lit the cigarette, tossing the lighter back into the house. Ben pulled the cigarette out, and leaned on the balcony, placing it back into his mouth and inhaling.
What a beautiful morning. I hate it. Ben thought, and turned his thoughts to Alex. Or, at least, what he remembered about her. . . Her little hands tightly clinging around his neck as he zoomed around the front yard with her on his back. . .Running through the sprinklers together, even though it was cold. . . Lying down in the meadow with her at night in the summers, deciding their star while she whisered that she loved him in his ear. . . . . . . . .A car alarm blared and Ben snapped out of his memories.
He sighed as he looked down to see an old lady trying to get into her car but instead setting off the alarm. He smashed the cigarette in his fingers, and lept off the balcony, falling 4 or 5 stories and landing on his feet gracefully in an alley. He came out of the alley, and walked up to the car, fixing it then walking away.
A/N: Even if you're not in Italy, you can still post here, as long as it has something to do with Italy.
Ben walked into the laundry room, and pulled on a pair of jeans, but left his shirt off, because it was too hot to wear one. He walked out onto his balcony, and took his cigarettes out of his pocket, pulling out a single cigarette.
He placed it in-between his lips, and felt around in his pockets until he found his lighter, then lit the cigarette, tossing the lighter back into the house. Ben pulled the cigarette out, and leaned on the balcony, placing it back into his mouth and inhaling.
What a beautiful morning. I hate it. Ben thought, and turned his thoughts to Alex. Or, at least, what he remembered about her. . . Her little hands tightly clinging around his neck as he zoomed around the front yard with her on his back. . .Running through the sprinklers together, even though it was cold. . . Lying down in the meadow with her at night in the summers, deciding their star while she whisered that she loved him in his ear. . . . . . . . .A car alarm blared and Ben snapped out of his memories.
He sighed as he looked down to see an old lady trying to get into her car but instead setting off the alarm. He smashed the cigarette in his fingers, and lept off the balcony, falling 4 or 5 stories and landing on his feet gracefully in an alley. He came out of the alley, and walked up to the car, fixing it then walking away.
A/N: Even if you're not in Italy, you can still post here, as long as it has something to do with Italy.
