Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

Caroline Saunders was a vision, standing on the edge of the grass. She was donned in what her mother would entitle to be her Sunday best, as within the Saunders' household, every day was a day to worship their beloved, almighty savior Jesus Christ. A soft, fitted white sundress fell below her knees, the washed cotton flowing around her effortlessly. Her ensemble complete with a pair of equally pure, ivory sandals. She was currently clutching onto her collection of library books, the sunshine dropping down onto her strawberry blonde locks, and glazing over her perfect posture. It was a wonder, why someone of her stature and belief, would be with a boy like Flynn. Sometimes, Caroline wondered that, too. There was something about him that made her feel warm inside, and quite happy. He was a gentle soul, and when he wanted to be, quite funny, too. They had been friends for a while, despite the obvious differences that would, and should, naturally keep them apart. She believed in not judging a person, simply for the way they presented themselves. Their actions, was what would characterize the type of person they were. And Flynn, he was nothing but golden to her. Turning her brown eyes towards the one she knew to be Spud, a slender brow quirked up in morbid curiosity. He was a very strange, crude one...and despite witnessing his antics time and time again, she would never understand him. Caroline was well aware that Flynn's friends didn't approve of her, and while she could only hope that one day...maybe they could let up on the infinite teasing, the young girl of seventeen seriously doubted that they had the hearts to do such a thing. A lot of people didn't enjoy her company, or mere existence, simply because of the religion she followed. It wasn't easy, living a clean life of virtue and celibacy. The words they called her, the horrible, taunting insults...the way they looked towards her, and whispered beneath their breath. It was torture. But, God gave her the strength to move through it all, and continue on down the right path - listening, to only his words. Nervously fidgeting where she stood, as Flynn walked to her, Caroline couldn't help but let a bright, wide smile curl up onto her plump, pink lips. Hi, she greeted in her usual mousy, quiet tone. I'm not interrupting anything, am I, she asked, wanting to make sure that she didn't manage to wedge herself between her boyfriend and his friends, even further. By the way they reacted to her, it seemed she would always be ruining a bonding moment between the three. Flynn always reminded her that she did nothing wrong, and while his terms of comforting were more than accepted, she was always a bit doubtful of herself. Looking completely out of place, standing next to each other, it was something out of a movie. He was the vision of a misfit in black, grungy articles...while she, was a complete angel, unscathed and innocent. Caroline never minded what he wore, or what he did, because she knew who he truly was, despite everything everyone told her. He was going to be bad for her, and ruin her reputation. It wasn't going to work...he was merely trying to corrupt the seemingly incorruptible. He would take until he got, then he would leave her high and dry. One of the many reasons, why she was so hesitant to get physically close to him. They had only held hands so far...and if she had any say-so in the matter, it would stay that way.