I'M 
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just a random story i made. i don't know if i'll finish it but heres what i have so far. =]

if words were candy
by Luke Snowbarger
　
Numbers Night Club, Downtown Houston, 10:19 PM Friday the 13th

"You didn't scare me."
"If I wanted to scare you, you would of been scared."
Danny turned around to face her and started to kill her eyes. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a plain white v-neck shirt. Her eye-lashes flapped like bats wings on a night with a full moon like a cherry on top of the split.
"I'm sorry but you really can't intimidate me."
And she would never admit it, but she was terrified to look into his eyes because she's afraid she might drown.
"Why do humans enjoy to talk so much?"
Her eyes were starting to dart like an alley cat.
"So we can feel like we're preoccupying the inevitable I guess."
"But why do that?"
Acting like she was straigthing her jeans, she leaned up against a table with fire red glowing icecubes and blinked as hard as she could.
"I really don't know."
She was sinking.
Danny slightly cocked his head to the right and yelled.
"I can't hear you over this song!"
"I said, I really don't know!"
Danny stared at her and said over the music.
"We savor and sustain."
As if on cue she clutched her cup and took a soft sip. It all felt the same to her except for the fact that she didn't know what she was drinking and she couldn't taste it. She smacked her lips and it almost sounded like she clapped.
The music in the background turned to a dreamy tune and Danny swallowed as hard as he ever had before.
He held her eyes like an expensive gem.
"I honestly don't like this place."
She licked her lips like honey and buried her rosy hands in her back pockets. Shaking her head in disbelief she said.
"Whats with me and scene boys like you."
"Hey, who says I'm scene?"
He flipped his longish straightend black bangs, and he could tell her breath was locked in her throat.
"Just let me guess, your in a band."
Danny silently commended her. But then again, he figured she would have expierence in this area.
"We all look the same nowadays don't we?"
"Basically, yes."
"I try my hardest to switch it up, but one can only do so much."
He puffed up his chest and let all the air escape, just to be captured by somebody else in the club.
"Yeah, well uh, I actually have to go meet up with some people at a hotel. Besides, the longer I'm here the dirtier I feel."
The girl nodded her head and started to tail Danny out of the club. Criss-crossing through all of the people, the place suddenly started to smell sickening. Glancing at all of the lit-up faces staring gesturing all around her she thought she was in a dream. But she kept her eyes cemeneted on the boys back, because she knew he couldn't be a dream, he had to be real. There were too many people in front of her and she suddenly lost sight of the boy. The girl frenziedly searched for him. The lights were flashing and the music was pumping into her ears, but it kept getting louder
　
　
Four Season Hotel, Houston Texas, 11:09 PM Friday the 13th

I'm looking at her. Shes such a high priced doll face. But I like to think along the lines of I'm like electricity and she can't outrun me. Something you can't chase. Her eyes are like glue on my lips and I can't speak. She said she didn't have a problem with me, but I can see underneath her thoughts. So I ask her why she's so easy.
"Why do you have to be so hard?"
"You never answered my question,"
"I'm not easy,"
"fine then, as long as I'm not hard."
"Okay your not."
I laughed to myself because we both know I am.
"Houstons pretty this time the night,"
I nodded. She was scanning the skyline shaped in the window from her brown leather chair.
I flip open my cellphone, 9:11. What is it with me and those numbers.
"but it's a little bit too lush than what I'm used too."
"what are you used too?"
Danny should've been here already.
She stared at me with a roll of her deep burnette hair in one sea blue eye, and I wanted to set her hair on fire just to see how long it would burn.
"I'm not used to anything Luke."
Well that explains absolutely everything.
My phone rings and I glance at the screen.
Must be Danny, but I don't reqonize the number at all.
I pick up the line.
"Yeah?"
"Hi, is this Lucas Snow-barg-er?
"Uh, yeah?"
"I have reason to believe you have relations with a young man named Danny O'neal?
"Umm, yeah I do."
"Well I'm sorry to inform that he was involved in a major three car crash on I 45. He's currently in critical condition at the Methodist Hospital."
I couldn't say anything. I looked at Ashlee with glassy eyes when I realized the right side of my head started to sweat. Materializing the words I just heard, my phone lasped through my fingers like sand and onto the suddenly cold looking marble floor, breaking a lightning shaped crack through the numbers 9:11 before the screen went black. Ashlee's eyes were speeding around the complexion of my face.
I was wondering how many beats my heart could skip and I still could keep breathing and she was sitting next to me asking what the matter was. I wanted to escape but all I did was clutch onto her upper arms and slip the words,
"Danny, he's, hurt," past my tongue.
She dropped her eyes just to pick mine up and say,
"Lets go."

i breath like a breeze
i take it in then i freeze
you can't handle what you can't touch
once you get what you want
you find out you really didn't need it that much
if i hold your eyes like a pair of gems
your baby heart i will win
zip your frosted lips because
we have time on our side
i will run but i won't hide
pure as a white feathered dove
sometimes i forget but i always remember
as ice melts for heat i will bleed for love


-luke snowbarger