WEBSITE: iluvbecca.tumblr.com
LOCATION: California!
RECORDS: 11
LATEST RECORD: 10 months ago
JOINED: August 27, 2010
LOCATION: California!
RECORDS: 11
LATEST RECORD: 10 months ago
JOINED: August 27, 2010
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THE HUE OF TWO -iluvbecca (AKA me Rebecca Rivera ;). (psst see pic) THERE once was a story of a girl. Who just as a leaking pen entered into the world. You see an idle leaking pen never stops dripping until all the ink drops. And just as days passed, the little blot grew. Into a lovely girl, a curious Boy Blue never knew. Yet Miss Red always admired thee. He was something she dreamt of, but never thought it could be. For this fellow rarely ever turned his head. Until one day he suddenly recognized an intriguing shadow near by his shed. So Boy Blue finally decided to turn and look ahead. Upon his eyes he was in disbelief. A strange feeling he felt, “something must be happening to me.” He thought to himself. “What can I do so this feeling will pass?” He said. So he went about the rest of his day, thinking his symptoms would shortly vanish away. But no, nothing changed, instead they kept increasing. Not knowing what to do, he felt sad, he felt confused. “What was it that caused this pain?” Boy Blue muttered to himself as he put his tools away upon the shelf of his shed. He scratched his head and soon realized the cause of his dread. “twas her, ‘twas she, the one whom I had seen watching me. I mustn’t ever see that one. No not ever again, and then I will be fine he said to himself as he closed and locked his shed. But there it was again! That shadow! For it was she! He was certain, he was sure, he knew. For it was she. “I shall shut my eyes and that will solve everything.” Blue then said. Though he kept stumbling, and couldn’t help but to peak. Little did Boy Blue know a quick glimpse was all he needed to see, to be entranced by she. His eyes rapidly opened wide before he could even speak, those eyes, that lustrous hair blowing lightly towards he. Blue was quickly captivated and soon discovered his pains were no longer present. It was Miss Red’s pleasent view that made everything better. Who knew? And before he knew it, she was leaning in for a kiss, one in which Boy Blue certainly could not resist. And that is the story of my dearest blot Red, from Boy Blues point of view. Everything else is history. Indeed, now they have grown into the hue of two. Where they plan to spend every waking hour with the other until every drop of ink has bleed from the purple pen. —THE END— |
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