|
|
Post by nathaniel jace lewis on Dec 12, 2012 16:09:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] WHO SAYS WE HAVE COLD HEARTS
it was always this time of year that the trouble sleeping seemed to hit for nat. once the temperature started dropping lower and the days were shorter. something about winter time just brought out this over abundance of energy in him, which inevitably left him tossing and turning in bed until he'd eventually get up and do something about it. most nights a visit to the home gym in the basement would relax him enough, drain all of the extra energy from him, but some nights even that wasn't enough. on those nights nat always made himself head out of the house and just simply run. there was never any determined time or distance like his daytime workouts. it was simply running until he didn't feel like running anymore and then and only then could he go home and crawl into bed and fall asleep.
this particular night had been especially bad for nat, his mind racing over every single little thing he could possibly think of. the majority of it was focused on school and graduation. he only had one more semester left and then it was all over. nat hadn't given much thought to his future before, always assuming that once he graduated he would start helping at the marina and then eventually take over once his father retired. that seemed to be tradition in the lewis family since the marina had been owned by them for as long as nat could remember. now though, the closer nat got to graduation the more he was regretting not applying to colleges, not trying to do something else with his life. he was always just so damn intent on pleasing his father, doing whatever dad expected of him, that he'd forgotten to think about what he wanted. there were things that he was good at, soccer for one, that he could have pursued, things that would have made him much happier than owning a marina. yet here he was pretty much stuck with only one option now.
the nagging eventually got the better of nat and he'd crawled from his bed and easily slipped into his running gear. getting out of the house was never a problem, considering that it was entirely too big for only two people, leaving his father's room a decent way away from his own. the stairs were easy, nat knew which spots to step around to avoid any loud creaks, and before he knew it he was slipping out the front door, pulling it shut quietly behind him. the air was chilly and it instantly cut through the thing layers that nat was wearing. fortunately for him though once he started running it wouldn't matter; he would warm up and inevitably start sweating. slipping the headphones into his ears, nat cranked up the volume on some upbeat song and was instantly off.
the pace was quick, faster than nat would normally take things since the whole point of the run was too exhaust him enough to enable sleep. his breathing stayed even though, little puffs coming out of his mouth at regular intervals. the sound of his shoes hitting the concrete echoed throughout the silent neighborhood although the sound was lost to nat. it only took him a few minutes to clear the neighborhood and start his way down main street. unlike his darkened street, this one was more lit up, glowing neon signs from stores still alight, alerting anyone that might come by that they were, in fact, closed. who would want to go shopping or stop for coffee around two in the morning was beyond nat, but the signs seemed necessary.
at the very end of main street was the crazy eight bar, a place that nat had never actually been although he passed it often enough. a few of his friends had fake ids and tried to sneak in on occasion but in such a small town it wasn't easy to fool the bartender. nat himself had never tried considering that the few times he had tried alcohol he'd absolutely hated it. regardless, it was a bit of a relief to nat that the place seemed closed for the night. there had been a few winters in the past when people would mill around outside and give him a hard time when he went by but tonight it seemed deserted.
as he rounded the corner after the bar, intent to cut up the alley behind the shops and head home, nat found himself face to face with someone, no time at all to stop. the impact knocked the breath from nat and sent him falling backwards. he threw his hands out to try and brace himself and only succeeded in scraping them up on the cool concrete. "i'm so sorry," he blurted our breathlessly. "i didn't see you and i should have been paying more attention. it's totally my fault," he babbled on as he pushed himself up from the ground. there was a small bit of blood coming from one of the scrapes on the palm of his hands but nat merely brushed it off on his pants, instead looking at the other male with concern. "are you alright?"
CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION
868 words wearing: [x]i hope this is okay :3 |
|
|
