Thread: Shooting Stars (Velvet Stars)

With a twirl of the skateboard, and a spin Caitlyn was turned around, so she faced backwards, her dark eyes scouting around. She knew a couple of her 'friends' had gotten off now, as well as her sister. She loved Camille for everything she was, even though she rarely told her this. She'd much rather have Camille joining her, then her acctual friends. Friends was such a surface expretion. Caitlyn was a bad 'bitch', a lot of the other students would call her, which brought the attention of others the same kind. Yet deep inside, Caitlyn was far more fragile then her sister. She simply hid it behind a facade that seemed dangerous and rough. Fake. Though she didn't spot her sister, but a few of her friends. She nodded a single time, and they replied with their own, two of them on their skateboards the third running by their sides. With a quick turn, Caitlyn spun her skateboard, to face the park again, jumping over a railing, landing on her still rolling skateboard on the other side. So many risky things she'd do. Yet show her acctual feelings? Never. As Caitlyn reached a table, she got the board balancing in manual, so the edge hit the benchs edge, stopping her abruptly. She took a last suck from her cigaret, before throwing it away, standing on the bench, with her eyes over the calmer part of the park. Where girls and boys like her, didn't dominate the scene. So much more comfortable. How Caitlyn wished she could be part of that. Part of Camilles world. But no. She chose a differant path after their mothers demise. She hid her feelings behind tight leather and ridiculas stunts. Ey Caitlyn! One of her friends called. Caitlyn turned her ead, with a distant look to the girl, all three of them still wearing their gym class clothes. One jumped up, sitting on the table, with her feet on the bench, the twoo others standing next to it. A smoke? One of them asked, with a small grin. Citlyn rolled her eyes, reaching into her pocket. None of them where allowed to smoke, at school and the other three not even by their parrents. Grow some balls, Mist... Steal your own bloody smokes. She grunted, tossing a smoke to each of the girls. The girl who had asked for it chuckled and took out a lighter, winking. Hey, i'm a girl for a reason... Don't have to. She teased, lighting hers. Caitlyn rse a brow, stareing down at Mist, as she placed another for herself at the edge of her lips. And I ain't? She asked, with a harsh voice. Mist looked up, with a doubting expretion. Caitlyn was always so confusing, never really clear if she was angry or not. Caitlyn grinned, and gently nodged Mist with a foot. Mist giggled a bit, takeing a heave from her smoke, pointing at Caitlyn afterwards. Just had gym. With your pathetic sister. It's so hard t... Mist was interupted, as Caitlyn rose a fist in a threatening manor. Stop fucking bullying my sister! She growled at Mist. Mist winched, prepareing for the punch, yet it stayed with a threat. Camille is a sweet girl, you girls better stop teasing her.. She does'nt fucking deserve it, okay? Find someone else to take your teases off on. She sneered, thundering eyes stinging at Mist, as her hand lowered from its threatening pose. Mist, clearly not the one in charge, takeing Caitlyns 'dominance' without question. Mist's eyes moved down from Caitlyns, as she took a heave from her smoke again. You can be such a bitch, Caitlyn. She only dared saying this, knowing it didn't strike Caitlyns facde. Caitlyn grunted, turning her eyes over the park, sucking in the poison, before removeing it with two fingers. Lifes a bitch, girls. She mumbled, her facde fighting to keep its grasp, as her mind drifted off with pleasent thoughts, of the life they had before. As Camille ran up the walkway towards the house, Jakes car drove up the parking place. Jake smiled widely as he saw his hastey daughter. He chuckled softly, turning off the car, pulling the handbrake, as he opened the door. Hey, hey hey, Sweetheart! Why so hastey? He called, as he stepped out the car, stumbleing a bit as he did, never really happy about their crooked driveway. He cursed silently about the bloody parkingplace, as he closed the door, chuckleing softly. The house was perfect for them. A fairly fine place for his sweethearts to grow up in, and plenty of space to move about in. Not to mention the perfect neighbourhood. They where friends with most of them, also haveing kids at their own age. Kids he trusted. Kids he could get in touch with, should this trust be broken. He locked the car, walking up the walkway to the door as well, smileing at Camille, should she wait for him. Hey dear. Did you have a good day at school? He asked, smileing gently, as he walked up to her, gently kissing her forhead, putting an arm around her, to offer a hug.