Family Reunion

[Forsaken_heart]

Okay, first thing's first, I'd just like to say that this is my first attempt to roleplay on a board, so please bare with me, and if i'm doing anything wrong or you see any ways i can improve, feel free to tell me so....
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The vacation, ugh, the last thing Val looked forward too was a family vacation to his hometown Fort Worth, TX. The majority of his cousing lived down there, around the same age as him, 23. He had thought of going to college down there but eventually put it out of his mind, he just is'nt a familiy person.

Currently, he sits in the back of the rental car. His family and him are only a few minuts away, he can see his relatives outside his grandparents two story house. 'Damn, it's been years sinse i've seen grandma and grandpa.' he thought to himself as they pulled closer. His Dad pulled in the driveway, immediatly the relatives came to there aid, taking there luggage out of the van and piling it in there room, the attic, which was redone years ago.

As thing's start to settle down I am told my one of my more favorable cousins, Liza, the only person that made the whole trip worth the trouble. She was always closest to him, in fact, when he lived in Texas, his early teens, they where nearly in-serperable. He walked over to where you're sitting, a secluded spot on the back balcony, away from where everyone is.

I walk up to her, "long time no see!" i say a bit dorkishly, she always made fun for my escapades in the geekier realm of my teenage years. However I have changed since the last time i saw her. Standing at 6'1 with a runners body, wearing khakis and a black dress shirt. My hair natural black hair is a mess as i stand before her, my hands burried in my pockets, nervouse at our first meeting since i moved so long ago.

 

[Mistress Silver]

From my vantage on the balcony I watch as various family members mill about the place. They talk with one another so comfortably, we all do, a family bond of sorts. They are more happy than I at the moment, because I am wondering if he will come or not. I haven't seen him since our most early years as teenagers . . . he moved away and that was that.

The backyard is immensely vast and colored generously with thick green foliage. Large oak trees shade the yard from the sunlight and cool the area mercifully for us. In one of those trees is a tree house that my grandpa made in his earlier days.

It was almost larger than the average house, I'm exacerbating of course, but not by much. I'm twenty-two years old, due for a birthday in three days, but I have no qualms with spending the majority of my stay in the trees. As childish as it may seem it is a habit that is linked with Val's departure and I cannot break it for the life of me, I know because I have tried so very hard.

During family reunions we had had to share the same room due to lack of space. So, we would push two bed to opposite ends of the room and spend our time fighting and playing together. We were close in everything we did, when we fought it was with fervor and vinegar and passion, but it was so simple to apologize afterward and continue on with our fun.

"Long time no see!"

I startle so badly that I almost fall, but I quickly grab the railing and look at the intruder. It was probably Uncle Harold, trying to scare me, literally, to death, but it isn't my uncle.

It's him.

My breath hitches in the back of my throat as I carefully look him over. He is so different from my very faded visual memory of him in the past. I do not see the body of a geek as I always teased him for. Time has been very generous to him and his body.

With a soft sigh I start to breath again, but I still cannot believe that it is actually Val. I can barely recognize him, he has changed so much. Dear Lord, is he tall or is it just me?

I stand at a full five feet and ten inches, with a silken cascade of long black curls to frame my face and drape to the small of my back. By the grace of genes my body is tight and fit, curvacious and slender. Statuesque, in a word. Dedication and care has given me a gorgeously even tan and an amazing complexion. My experience as a beautician has given me the insight as to best accentuate my doe-like deep blue eyes and my glossy rose-red lips.

"Val?" I ask softly, wondering if my eyes are merely playing tricks on me.

 

[Forsaken_heart]

God, it couldn't be, was it? Liza? He hadn't seen her in years, and the last time he did she was a prepubescent pre-teenager. Jesus how she has grown. "Yeah, it's me", he said, more excited than anything to see his friendship instantly rekindled witht he sight of one another. He approached her, giving her the most sincerest hug he's ever given. He stepped back to get a better look, "You look great!" he said, and he really ment it too. She really had change since he last saw her. Instantly, flashes of childhood adventures to the tree house, sleeping under the stars and exploring the woods near by, and innocense almost made him tear up, however he managed to hold back. His throat became dry as he anxiously awaited catching up on times. "What have you been up too? I haven't seen you in ages!" i said, re-burring my hands in my pockets, my hands constantly fidget in them out of sheer nervousness.

 

[Mistress Silver]

"Yeah, it's me," he responds.

I just stare at him, I can't speak past the lump in my throat and am simply too shocked to move. I am saved, unknowingly, by his very enthusiastic and extremely warm embrace. Never before have I experienced such an intense rush of emotions because of a measly hug! In an instant it is over as he steps backward and I feel, oddly, like I've just lost something special.

"You look great!" He compliments me honestly.

What do I say to that? Why am I so slow? Is it possible to remain dazed for such an extended period of time? Apparently so . . . I want to say something, but I can't. An appropriate sentence is a little too hard to formulate at the moment and even if I could I just know that the words will sound thick and husky.

"What have you been up too? I haven't seen you in ages!" He says as he stuffs his hands in his pocket. A gesture that I recognize from the past and I feel a small smile curve my lips. Looking into his eyes I can see that he is nervous and, oddly, knowing that is a type of icebreaker for me.

"What haven't I been up to? Breaking hearts, having my own heart stomped on, making trouble, paying bills, working, teaching piano, dance, and vocal lessons to children, and going to college. Mom and dad would rather I let them pay for everything, but you know me. Independent from day one . . ."

I turn back to the yard and watch my mother and father bicker lightheartedly. They have a bond that marriage has served only to strengthen. I want that . . . If it were possible I would ask my parents to get me one for Christmas.

"You are right, Val. It has been ages since I last saw you. What have you been doing with yourself? I bet the ladies are tripping all over themselves to chase you down." A flash of jealousy takes me by surprise at the thought of Val belonging to another...