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<blockquote data-quote="Insight" data-source="post: 3748869" data-attributes="member: 11437"><p>Jared Stockwell rises as any other day, slightly groggy and at least for a glimmering moment, blissfully unaware of the tragedy his life had become. Ahhhh... teen angst. Of course, Jared's teen angst was on a higher scale than most, having strange super powers and all. Jared had managed to keep his super powers secret from the majority of his family and friends, but the teen didn't know how much longer he could maintain this charade.</p><p></p><p>Getting up, Jared stretches and looks over at the other side of the bed. Beneath black, disheveled sheets sleeps <em>someone</em> - a girl hopefully... but who??? Jared wracks his recent memory, hoping to unearth some factoid to link to this mystery sleeping companion.</p><p></p><p>Oh well. Let her sleep. Jared gets into the shower. It's about time. Been a few days. The ladies don't seem to mind Jared's scent in any event. Plus, smelling funny had a sort of cool to it, as long as Jared didn't get <em>too</em> funky.</p><p></p><p>Peeking out of his bathroom, Jared sees that his sleeping beauty (hopefully) yet slumbers. He darts out of the bathroom, completely <em>au naturel</em>, using his superhuman sliding ability to effortlessly glide across the floor and to his dresser in a mere moment, stopping without effort as if he had never slid at all, catching himself on the door. No noise at all. That's the beauty of frictionless travel. Catching a glimpse of the sleeping girl - thankfully - and she looks kinda hot. But who the hell is she?</p><p></p><p>Jared pulls on a pair of boxers and ripped black jeans, the one with safety pins holding the left leg together, and throws on a beater. Fred Durst had signed this shirt at a concert about three years ago, but Jared had long since stopped caring about that. Heck, the signature was barely visible now.</p><p></p><p>Elizabeth Stockwell, Jared's mom, knocks short and pops open the door. Jared reminds himself to put a lock on that door. <span style="color: teal">"Mom!"</span> Jared exclaims. <span style="color: teal">"Don't I have any privacy?"</span></p><p></p><p>Mom smiles. <span style="color: teal">"Privacy? Not under our roof, sweetie."</span></p><p></p><p>Jared frowns at the last word. <span style="color: teal">"Mom, c'mon,"</span> he pleads. <span style="color: teal">"Sweetie is so seventh grade!"</span></p><p></p><p>Mom looks about the room. <span style="color: teal">"Aren't you going to be late for --"</span> and sees the sleeping girl. <span style="color: teal"><strong>"And who in creation is <em>that</em>?"</strong></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Uh, not sure,"</span> Jared replies, desperately trying to ignore not only the 800lb gorilla in the room, but also trying to find his cell phone.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Jared Alexander Stockwell, if your father knew you were hiding a girl up here in your room... did she spend the night?"</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Mom, I'm sorry but I really don't want to get into this, school and all, you know,"</span> Jared replies, retrieving his phone from beneath a pile of what could only be the girl's clothes. Or some girl's clothes at any rate. <span style="color: teal">"I gotta head out."</span></p><p></p><p>Mrs. Stockwell stops her boy at the threshold. <span style="color: teal">"Are you kidding me? You're not skipping out and leaving this girl here. Show some respect."</span></p><p></p><p>Jared whispers to his mother, <span style="color: teal">"Mom, um, I don't know how to tell you this, but... I don't really know who that is."</span></p><p></p><p>Raising her hand briefly to strike, Elizabeth Stockwell sighs. She looks at the bed, then to Jared. <span style="color: teal">"Well, I don't want you to be late. We're going to have a long chat about this later."</span></p><p></p><p>Wordlessly, Jared skips down the stairs and out of the house. Elizabeth Stockwell puts one hand to her forehead, then enters the room. <span style="color: teal">"You have to be making the room this messy on purpose, kid."</span></p><p></p><p>Shaking the sleeping form awake, Elizabeth smiles at the girl. <span style="color: teal">"Hello, I'm Mrs. Stockwell, and you are..."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: white"><strong>***</strong></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Foghat?"</span> Jared asks into his phone. <span style="color: teal">"What the ---- is Foghat?"</span></p><p></p><p>He continues to skate down the sidewalk, avoiding coffee-wielding businessmen on their way to the parking lot. Sheesh, look where you're going.</p><p></p><p>...</p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Uh huh, well, I know how you like those old, crusty bands and all, but have you forgotten we have a gig?"</span></p><p></p><p>...</p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"I know. I forget sometimes. Having my mom managing the band helps in the old memory department, though. All right. Text me when you get out of study hall. See ya."</span> Jared clicks off the phone and shoves it into his pocket. </p><p></p><p>A few taps on the ground and he's at the dreaded hill. Jared used to have to walk up this long hill, but no more. He kicks his board and starts skating right up the steep hill, as effortlessly as if he had been skating on flat ground. He smiles.</p><p></p><p>School was in sight. Another day of boring lectures and pointless homework. Jared didn't look forward to this. One more year. Yay.</p><p></p><p>The first three bars of The Cure's Lullaby chimed from Jared's phone. Pulling it out of his pocket, Jared saw on the display, <span style="font-family: 'courier new'"><span style="color: yellow">"DAD"</span></span>. Strange. Jared stops and answers.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">Dad. What's up?</span></p><p></p><p>...</p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">The waterfront? What's going on down there?"</span></p><p></p><p>Jared starts walking across the grass towards the high school's main building.</p><p></p><p>...</p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"But, Dad, I have school, hello! I can't just --"</span></p><p></p><p>...</p><p></p><p>Jared stops and turns away from school. <span style="color: teal">"Sure, anything is better than wasting another day in this place. I'll be there in 15. No, make it 10."</span></p><p></p><p>Zipping across the grass as if it was polished hardwood, Jared leaps atop his board and zooms down the hill, weaving effortlessly through traffic and to the waterfront.</p><p></p><p>This day was about to get interesting.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Insight, post: 3748869, member: 11437"] Jared Stockwell rises as any other day, slightly groggy and at least for a glimmering moment, blissfully unaware of the tragedy his life had become. Ahhhh... teen angst. Of course, Jared's teen angst was on a higher scale than most, having strange super powers and all. Jared had managed to keep his super powers secret from the majority of his family and friends, but the teen didn't know how much longer he could maintain this charade. Getting up, Jared stretches and looks over at the other side of the bed. Beneath black, disheveled sheets sleeps [i]someone[/i] - a girl hopefully... but who??? Jared wracks his recent memory, hoping to unearth some factoid to link to this mystery sleeping companion. Oh well. Let her sleep. Jared gets into the shower. It's about time. Been a few days. The ladies don't seem to mind Jared's scent in any event. Plus, smelling funny had a sort of cool to it, as long as Jared didn't get [i]too[/i] funky. Peeking out of his bathroom, Jared sees that his sleeping beauty (hopefully) yet slumbers. He darts out of the bathroom, completely [i]au naturel[/i], using his superhuman sliding ability to effortlessly glide across the floor and to his dresser in a mere moment, stopping without effort as if he had never slid at all, catching himself on the door. No noise at all. That's the beauty of frictionless travel. Catching a glimpse of the sleeping girl - thankfully - and she looks kinda hot. But who the hell is she? Jared pulls on a pair of boxers and ripped black jeans, the one with safety pins holding the left leg together, and throws on a beater. Fred Durst had signed this shirt at a concert about three years ago, but Jared had long since stopped caring about that. Heck, the signature was barely visible now. Elizabeth Stockwell, Jared's mom, knocks short and pops open the door. Jared reminds himself to put a lock on that door. [color=teal]"Mom!"[/color] Jared exclaims. [color=teal]"Don't I have any privacy?"[/color] Mom smiles. [color=teal]"Privacy? Not under our roof, sweetie."[/color] Jared frowns at the last word. [color=teal]"Mom, c'mon,"[/color] he pleads. [color=teal]"Sweetie is so seventh grade!"[/color] Mom looks about the room. [color=teal]"Aren't you going to be late for --"[/color] and sees the sleeping girl. [color=teal][b]"And who in creation is [i]that[/i]?"[/b][/color] [color=teal]"Uh, not sure,"[/color] Jared replies, desperately trying to ignore not only the 800lb gorilla in the room, but also trying to find his cell phone. [color=teal]"Jared Alexander Stockwell, if your father knew you were hiding a girl up here in your room... did she spend the night?"[/color] [color=teal]"Mom, I'm sorry but I really don't want to get into this, school and all, you know,"[/color] Jared replies, retrieving his phone from beneath a pile of what could only be the girl's clothes. Or some girl's clothes at any rate. [color=teal]"I gotta head out."[/color] Mrs. Stockwell stops her boy at the threshold. [color=teal]"Are you kidding me? You're not skipping out and leaving this girl here. Show some respect."[/color] Jared whispers to his mother, [color=teal]"Mom, um, I don't know how to tell you this, but... I don't really know who that is."[/color] Raising her hand briefly to strike, Elizabeth Stockwell sighs. She looks at the bed, then to Jared. [color=teal]"Well, I don't want you to be late. We're going to have a long chat about this later."[/color] Wordlessly, Jared skips down the stairs and out of the house. Elizabeth Stockwell puts one hand to her forehead, then enters the room. [color=teal]"You have to be making the room this messy on purpose, kid."[/color] Shaking the sleeping form awake, Elizabeth smiles at the girl. [color=teal]"Hello, I'm Mrs. Stockwell, and you are..."[/color] [color=white][b]***[/b][/color] [color=teal]"Foghat?"[/color] Jared asks into his phone. [color=teal]"What the ---- is Foghat?"[/color] He continues to skate down the sidewalk, avoiding coffee-wielding businessmen on their way to the parking lot. Sheesh, look where you're going. ... [color=teal]"Uh huh, well, I know how you like those old, crusty bands and all, but have you forgotten we have a gig?"[/color] ... [color=teal]"I know. I forget sometimes. Having my mom managing the band helps in the old memory department, though. All right. Text me when you get out of study hall. See ya."[/color] Jared clicks off the phone and shoves it into his pocket. A few taps on the ground and he's at the dreaded hill. Jared used to have to walk up this long hill, but no more. He kicks his board and starts skating right up the steep hill, as effortlessly as if he had been skating on flat ground. He smiles. School was in sight. Another day of boring lectures and pointless homework. Jared didn't look forward to this. One more year. Yay. The first three bars of The Cure's Lullaby chimed from Jared's phone. Pulling it out of his pocket, Jared saw on the display, [font=courier new][color=yellow]"DAD"[/color][/font]. Strange. Jared stops and answers. [color=teal]Dad. What's up?[/color] ... [color=teal]The waterfront? What's going on down there?"[/color] Jared starts walking across the grass towards the high school's main building. ... [color=teal]"But, Dad, I have school, hello! I can't just --"[/color] ... Jared stops and turns away from school. [color=teal]"Sure, anything is better than wasting another day in this place. I'll be there in 15. No, make it 10."[/color] Zipping across the grass as if it was polished hardwood, Jared leaps atop his board and zooms down the hill, weaving effortlessly through traffic and to the waterfront. This day was about to get interesting. [/QUOTE]
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