- - last chance

[HARLOW ELYSE LACROIX]

in the middle of the day when the sun is aching and i try to make my way but the sidewalk's breaking
WATCH ME SLIP BETWEEN THE CRACKS
lyric as i fall and fall and fall and i wonder where i'll land if i ever land oh there's your hand, so incredible
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Thankfully today not being a day she had to work Harlow was able to simply just go to school and then to dance class. It was a lot easier day then most when she was trying to care for her brother and everything. Her sister had told her that today was her day out so after dance she basically had a bunch of free time since people didnt know how to even answer there phones. In a pair of black short shorts, and a white tank top along with black and grey leg warmers she was definitely freezing. But she didnt really care, she would be dancing soon as it would all be fine. She was actually waiting on hip hop to start. She always had the most different outfits compared to everyone else. But Harlow was probably one of the best dancers of her group too. Harlow danced about five days a week, two classes each day at least. She was always dancing, and she had actually danced even more when younger. But she would never give it up, after all its a passion for her. And doing something since she was three is definitely a long time. Especially for someone like Harlow who changes her mind constantly about what she wants to do. Harlow simply loved to dance.

Over the next hour you could tell that her whole outcome was different on everything. She was smiling more then she usually did and hell was she ever working. They had a hard instructor and she had to work twice as hard just because she pushed herself very hard. Harlow was always someone that pushed herself more then most. Harlow always was an over achiever you could say and she took on a lot more then she really should be taking on. Harlow always thought she would get further in life that way and dancing as best as she could made her feel like she was doing her mother proud, the one person who would show up at every show and praise her for how well she was doing. She just wished she could hear that praise again, but instead she just made it up in her head. Just push a little more and you will do better. Yet she still hadn’t run out of energy, because Harlow was good like that. And she had this energy to her that not many people could get. Then again Harlow wasn’t any normal girl, she was actually someone who was quite crazy and had this insane bubble of energy each day that seemed to be infinite because she never stopped. Then again that was harlow’s character, and she wouldn’t change herself for the world. Not even her own sister whom she was incredibly close to. More then anyone she knew actually. After all she was like her other half.

After having a quick shower from finishing her dance class she changed back into a faded pair of jean shorts, grey leg warmers and a dark pink tank top. It wasn’t actually all that cold outside right now and because she was still hot from her hour and a half of practise she felt that she would be fine in this at least for a little while. Finally having finished everything that she needed to do she ran her fingers through her blonde messy hair and let it hang down, it actually getting to be quite lengthy since she hadn’t had even the time to cut it lately. Her bangs being the only thing that she trims up, and it being done by herself actually. Oh well they looked okay enough. Saying good bye to a few people she hung around with at the dance studio she headed out the door as she threw her hair up into a messy bun a lot of her hair still hanging out, but still undeniably she was beautiful. Even if she just came out of dance class. Harlow walked along the street, keeping her bag at her side since it did have her money and stuff in it as well. Harlow never being one that carried around cash she finally found her way to the docks. Harlow actually spent a lot of time here simply because it wasn’t a crowded place.

Walking along the dock she went to the very edge so she could peer out at the water before laying down on her stomach, letting her arms hang over the edge and watching the fish dart by that swam through the shallow ends of the water. Well shallow compared to the rest of the place. This was probably the one thing she could do all day without getting bored and for some reason people always seemed to meet her here, even if it was somewhere that nobody ever seemed to come. She was just cool like that. We wouldn’t mention that half the time it was actually her texting people to come see her because she was bored but she would never admit to that. Actually normally she would just be all OHH WHAT A COINCIDENCE. NICE TO SEE YOU DEARY or something along those lines. She would text someone later of course but right now she definitely was enjoying watching all those free little fishies and honestly she was completely jealous over there freedom. And of course she had everything except freedom. What a shame. But right now she would enjoy her day to herself and do whatever she wanted. After all she was a bundle of joy and still had tons of energy.


TAG! HARLOW&THEO, AND WE'RE AT! THEDOCKS, AND THIS IS! FINISHED, AND THIS TEMPLATE TO! PERFECT SITUATION&EPICESME, AND THE GRAPHICS TO! ME, AND THE LYRICS TO! ISLE DE LANGE, AND MICH SAYS! sorry that took so long D;

[THEO JACOB STOKER]

Theo had finished his lecture five whole minutes later than it had been scheduled, all because some jerk had been sucking up to the lecturer for no damn reason other than to make himself look good, and make a whole load of enemies in class. Finally he was able to leave the building; stuffing his note book in his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. It wasn’t often that you’d find Theo with a bag; but today he couldn’t manage any other way, and it wasn’t through lack of trying. Usually he just carried his book; but today he was having to balance the pad with his crutches, which was simply a recipe for disaster. There would be nothing worse than him having a fall at school. The one in the pool was bad enough. And as usual Theo hadn’t taken the doctors advice, as he mobilised towards his car, unlocking it with the key switch between his teeth. He flung his crutches in the back, along with his bag, and hopped to the drivers door. He gave himself a few moments to relax. Theo was fit; and he was an avid gym goer, but all that hopping around on crutches had proved quite tiring. Eventually he decided to grin and bare it; knowing that driving would hurt; he started the engine and gently backed out of the parking lot.

Today was a day like any other, but there was something about today that had pissed him off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, and more than likely it was his knee and the annoyance of hopping on crutches and have everyone give you the sympathy stare. Or maybe it was just the fact that law was becoming plane annoying. I mean, he liked law. But he’d actually only picked it because, as his mother put it ’It was his destiny’. His parents were both lawyers and owned a law firm in NY. They’d always dreamt of Theo taking over the family business, although he’d always dreamt of not having the family burden. Sure law was a good career, but Theo knew as well as the people who knew him, law was just something he could do; something he understood and could pass. His real passion was art and design. He had been known to indulge in a bit of graffiti and he was an extremely talented painter. He’d designed five of his seven tattoos and his note books were etched with small sketches or designed words. But he’d fought his corner, and decided to back down. It wasn’t worth the fuss and if law didn’t work out, at least he had a qualification and he still had his artistic skill.

His leg was aching, more than it had been all day, and he knew he shouldn’t have brought the car. He decided he would pull over, just for a short while; until the pain eased. Then he would get home; feet up and rest. He’d also consider staying off tomorrow; the pain and the predicted swelling were just not worth it. He turned the engine off as he settled the car into a bay at the docks. He sat still for a moment; feeling clammy and frustrated. Deep breaths… he had to calm down his temper. It wasn’t worth it. Slowly he helped himself out of the car. Deciding to go and sit on the dock and allow the waters cool breeze to calm his nerves and settle the burning sensation. Leaving his crutches behind; mainly because space was limited on the dock, and because he was sick of them and wanted to sit down; he began to hop his way to the docks. Having to stop now and again and lean against something or another. This was pretty much going to be the worst month of his life. He wasn’t able to go to the gym, or swim, and he wasn’t meant to drink, or dance. Everything he enjoyed doing had been taken away from him. He was fed up.

Making his way to the platform, he spotted a very familiar twin laying out; looking as though she was watching the fish… but he couldn’t be sure. Nor, from the back, could he be certain which twin it was. He moved closer, knowing his hopping noises should cause her to turn round. ”Hello…Harlow?” He guessed, although he was pretty sure he knew the difference, after all he had slept with Raene, so he figured if he didn’t know, it would probably lead him to trouble. ”Woah… you have nothing to do… how come?” He asked almost astonished she had time to play with. It was always difficult trying to catch up with Harlow, just for the simple fact that she was always extremely busy, mostly dancing. ”I’m disturbing you. I need to rest. Here is my resting place.” He advised abruptly, a gentle smile on his face. What brings you here Harlz?” He asked raising his eyebrows curiously as he gently sat down, making sure his painful knee was out stretched.