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[tatum elise woods]

I'LL BE YOUR SUNSHINE

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This particular day had been quite interesting. It was the first day of school, but not just any first day of school..... it was the first time that the boarding school was allowing guys to the school. Now, Tatum knew a good amount of guys simply because of her older brother, Benjamin, who had been a senior at the guys' school last year. It was great; he graduated before the guys combined with the girls. Yet it was still odd, though, because now the guys were living with them (they obviously couldn't share dorms, but still).....

Most girls who attended the school were staying at the school, simply to see if any guys noticed them. Tatum honestly could not give a crap, at least not at the moment. She didn't need attention, not when she had books. The blonde knew that nobody would be at the beach when there were people of the opposite sex to attract, therefore, she could have some peace and quiet. Nobody would recognize her unless they went to the same boarding school as her.... It was, unfortunately, still very sunny.

No matter how long Tatum stayed in California, she could never get used to the weather. She remembered, many years ago, having to wear puffy jackets because it was so cold in New York City. Here, in the winter, everyone was wearing like.... normal clothes. It was very weird, just like the lack of snow. Tatum hadn't been skiing or snowboarding since she was about ten years old, all because of stupid California.

Right after class, the senior had wandered past a flower shop... which was where she had seen something strange. A flower, a rose to be exact. Well, it was actually a bundle of roses, but there was one that had caught her eye. It was absolutely perfect. It was symmetrical, had even coloring, the perfect shade of red, and everything.... it was the kind you would see generated on a computer. There was no way she could have not bought it.

And so, the blonde had made her way to the beach. It was one of the few days that it was nice.... it was quite hot outside. The school would have been unbearable, if it wasn't for air conditioning. The beach was packed, like usual, but the blonde simply found a place near the water, laid out her towel, pulled off her white shirt, and sat down.

Tatum was very surprised when someone came up to her from behind, as her stunning blue gaze was only on the rose in her hand.

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[damien michael cobrani]

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Damien began walking down the beach with as little a care as he could muster. It was a gorgeous winter day and he had as little care in the world. It was a time for great literature to be written and the world to be his oyster! It was all his for the taken, and Damien wanted to make the best of it. It was clear, crystal and the pacific never looked so beautiful.

Maybe that's why it was packed? Loaded with a copy of "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac, Damien went to search for some adventure on this beach. The beautiful bevies of women were eyecandy to those not used to the sights of California. After a while it becomes the same olive-tanned blond over and over again. Where was the substance?

The brilliance?

The USC, Pomona, Berkeley, Stanford, or Whittier education?

It seemed so fake.

Artificial.

Unnatural.

What would it take for someone normal to come by? Damien took another deep breath and continued his trek. The world was softer than normal and the sand felt nice under the dark green sandals he wore. Upon his face were a pair of black shades, his hair messed up. He was shirtless and had a pair of black surfer boxers on his body. Damien prided himself in staying and looking fit, it was how he stayed alive and focused. Intimidating. Strong.

It was him.

Then in his path, he saw something different. It was on the azure shorelines upon the heated sand. The seagulls soared above them, but not on her. She was holding a rose and looking like she needed some company, or she would at least discuss the literature of the hour? Anyhow she was alone and looked incredibly artistic.

Those people were always fun.

So without further wait, Damien marched over to her with a crisp smile. "Good afternoon" Damien asked behind Tatum's flowing blond hair, wanting the surprise to be his.

[tatum elise woods]

I'LL BE YOUR SUNSHINE

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Tatum blinked and jumped slightly as she heard a male's voice from behind her. "Good afternoon" Now who was it that dared to talk to her? She knew she was not the type that people liked to approach; she was always intimidating, somehow. When someone approached her, they usually did so with a look of fear. It was almost as if they thought that she was a bitch that would not hesitate to call her daddy if they said or did something wrong. It was really stupid, considering the fact that the blonde was one of the more friendlier girls in the school. At least the older girls had realized that after four years. The guys who were now at Norrington, or at least most of them, were not the type to be intimidated by just anybody so a good amount of them did not hesitate when it came to talking to her. Besides, Tatum knew most of them by now anyways.

She turned around and looked up at the tall male. He was wearing only shorts, sandals, and sunglasses. No shirt. And he wasn't like some guys who wandered around the beach shirtless, only to show the fact that they did not have any muscles and were quite thing and puny. No, his chest was hot. He had muscles, obvious ones, which made it only seem natural for Tatum's stunning blue gaze to linger there before moving up to his face.

"Hello." she responded, trying to figure out if she knew this guy or not. Perhaps he knew her and she had simply forgotten his name, or maybe he was just bored with his life... he must have been pretty bored to come up to someone like Tatum. "Take a seat." the blonde offered, patting the hot sand beside her. Her arms then moved behind her as she stretched out her legs and ended up in a position that was somewhat close to laying down; her weight was all on her tiny toned forearms. "I'm Tatum." she introduced herself nervously, her tiny hand moving through her thick and long locks of blonde hair in a way that ended up forcing the forgotten rose to fall down behind her.

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[damien michael cobrani]

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"Alright then, thank you." Damien responded with the most gentle of a smile. It was such a pleasant day, might as well just relax and sit. "Well my name is Damien, pleasure to meet you." Damien said sitting down gently, and without further a do, reaching out and kissing her hand. "So are you from here?" Damien asked with the same gentile, almost silly smile. Without a blink, he grabbed the fallen rose.

"You dropped this." Damien responded gently holding it out to her. "You wouldn't want to loose such a pretty flower out here do ya?" Damien asked with a small laugh.

Looking out at the sea, Damien had a thought about the day. After a while, he was pretty well known. Damien Cobrani, that guy. The guy who would openly go after anything fun. His name was spreading and he didn't know if he could control it. For those he really did care for, would they be affected for knowing him?

Staring at the horizon. It shut the voices up in his head. It was too brilliant to care what his head was dreaming of. "Santa Ria is such a beautiful place." he finally whispered before looking back at her. "Are you alright? I can feel the nervousness from here." Damien asked with an arch of the eyebrow. Damien hated making people feel nervous, it was in his nature. Dress your best, Act your best, Be your best. That did not include making people feel awkward at random times during the day and such. It was just in his nature. Damien just personally hated the idea of an awkward situation with people.

[tatum elise woods]

I'LL BE YOUR SUNSHINE

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"Alright then, thank you." Tatum nodded and let her small hands brush over the sand before he sat, as if making part of the sand flat would make it more comfortable for him. "Yup." she responded, although that particular spot on the sand did not belong to her in any way. "Well my name is Damien, pleasure to meet you." he said before kissing her hand.... she had heard that name before.... in the halls of the school. He used to go to the all-boys school, the students of which were now at Norrington, which meant that they went to the same school. It was just the first day, though, so it wasn't like it was a bad thing that Tatum had not recognized him.

He took her tiny hand and kissed it, causing the blonde to raise and eyebrow and look at him suspiciously. Was he, perhaps, the guy that she was set to marry? He seemed to be the gentleman-y rich guy type that her parents would want her to marry... But then Tatum realized that he had said his name was Damien, not Baylee. Baylee was the name of the guy that she supposedly had to marry, not Damien.

"So are you from here?" Both of her eyebrows raised at that. Hell yeah, she was. Tatum may have been born in New York, but she had moved to California by middle school. "Depends what here is. I only come here in Santa Ria to go to Norrington." she informed him. "Though you probably already know that." After all, he probably knew that. He didn't seem to show a sign of recognizing her name, though Tatum was pretty sure that her name was not unknown to the students at either schools.

"You dropped this. You wouldn't want to loose such a pretty flower out here do ya?" He said, offering the flower back to her. Tatum took it back in her hand, but it was already uneven. When she had bought it earlier that day, she had been extremely careful to barely touch it. That way, it would stay as perfect as it had been when she bought it. Now, however, after falling and being caught by Damien's hand, it was not perfect. "No, I wouldn't. Thank you." the blonde murmured, staring at the flower as if she had some superpower that would magically make it perfect again.

Tatum, unlike the male, looked down at the rose instead of out at the sea and horizon. That is, until he spoke again. "Santa Ria is such a beautiful place." She blinked, slightly confused, until she looked up and noticed his gaze was out at the sea and horizon. "Huh? Oh... yeah.. I guess." she muttered, shrugging slightly. The blonde wasn't in the mood to appreciate the general mood of a city that she really did not like too much. New York had been way better.

"Are you alright? I can feel the nervousness from here." That caused Tatum to look directly at Damien. "Uh, yeah... I'm fine..." she said, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. Well of course she was nervous... she had been meeting someone knew for the first time... first impressions did count, at least when it came to actually talking to people. Otherwise, the blonde didn't really give a fuck about how she came off to people.... at least when it came to clothes.

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[damien michael cobrani]

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Damien stretched back and smiled. It was a nice day to just relax with the world around. Damien looked at her face, she probably wasn't used to the courtesy. "You sure you're alright? You seem out of it." Damien asked with a gentle smile letting out a pearl grin. The day was young. It was one of those cool late summer days on the Pacific coast where the world just seems so far away.

That the world can end in Santa Monica, and you would never feel it any different anyways. The hills that lead to nowhere and the creation of a world that is just those of the people who decided long ago that these borders we make do not really exist. Taking a deep breath Damien let out a small nod. "Eh, I'm from the New York area personally, moved out when I was younger and was sent to this school honestly just to leave the city, have peace and all that." Damien added with a gentle bite of his lip.

Just for this. Right. The mobster's son in hiding never sounded really good did it? "Norrington's a nice school, why have I yet to see you?" Damien asked with an arched eyebrow. Damien could only look at the rose now in his grasp. It was breaking. Damien nodded at her response and stared at the rose. "Such, a pretty place..." Damien spoke, his mind fixated on the twirl of petals.

Damien's mind was lost now, just in the dance of petals. "Such a beautiful place..."

In part he wanted to sing.

[tatum elise woods]

I'LL BE YOUR SUNSHINE

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"You sure you're alright? You seem out of it." Tatum nodded at that. She was out of it, that was true, but that was only because she was kind of distracted. But that was nothing out of the ordinary. She was almost always distracted or daydreaming. Damien didn't seem to be too interesting to her, that is, until she heard what he said next. "Eh, I'm from the New York area personally, moved out when I was younger and was sent to this school honestly just to leave the city, have peace and all that."

Her eyes widened at that. New York? Was there someone she could bond with? "Ditto! I used to live in New York too!" Tatum said, the excitement now visible in her stunning eyes. "Did you like it better over there too?" she asked, hoping that maybe she had found someone like her. Most people in California that used to live in New York hated the city and the snow and just about everything, and were glad to be somewhere with a ton of sun and all that stuff.

"Norrington's a nice school, why have I yet to see you?" Tatum blinked. That was a good question. "Well maybe because today was the first day for guys at Norrington?" she asked, with a teasing smirk on her face. "Maybe we just never saw each other at parties." By the parties, Tatum meant the get togethers that the people at the girls' and guys' school had almost every weekend so they'd be able to see each other... horny fucking teenagers. The parties were just excuses for practically orgies, at least that's what she figured from the ones that she went to.

"Such, a pretty place..." Damien was now staring at the rose in her hand. It was an imperfect rose. And now Tatum just felt awkward holding it, especially since the guy was watching. So without another word, she tore up the rose, petal by petal, until all that was left was a bunch of red on top of the hot sand. "Such a beautiful place..." She sighed. "Wanna go for a swim?"

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[damien michael cobrani]

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A chill ran deep down Damien's spine. That mention of New York was heart wrenching to say the least. Every pound was going sixty miles an hour in his body. Did he love New York?

Gun shots were heard in his head. He blinked and took a deep breath. The sight of blood, the war. It was wall running so fast in his head. Though he guessed it was his home. He would return to it eventually to say the least and wanted it. He wanted it back right?
"The city, the cold, and the feeling of the world at your feet is what it is for me. I love my home, and wouldn't change it for anything." Damien spoke as if an immigrant to a foreign land, California. He was an exile.

It was war. He needed to lay low. Asylum to say the least. Damien returned to earth and laughed a little. "Oh true! Well parties...maybe! I was never the party type really, and the ones I ever went to I was involved in other things..." Damien said with a sly little smirk. The rose was torn and he saw something in her that intrigued her, the signs of destruction. The petals where strewn across like the bed of lover's across the sand and she looked tired. So he had to wake her up then?

"Sure a swim would be amazing!" Damien said getting up gently and holding out a hand to her. The sun was beating harshly to the back of his head. It was setting soon, and those California sunsets are something to behold right?

Sunsets. The end. The sun falls to moon. He hated when nature got so ironic.