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[blake]

Plunk, the stone hit the water without skipping. Blake grimaced, the reflection of the moon rippling briefly before the black water returned to it's placid state. He grabbed another, probably the dozenth rock. Summers in America he'd been the master of this damned sport. What had happened. He threw it again, this time with more force.

Plunk, again, the rock sunk without life and momentum into the dark depths. Blake let out a loud groan, no one to hear his frustration as he shoved both hands through his unruly sandy locks. He'd gone all summer without a hair cut, much to the dismay of his mother. His mother. He was still thinking about what his mother thought.

That was what got him. The blank stretch of nothing laying before him. Every time he dared to let his mind wander on it, his stomach knotted, and his head spun. Not only when he thought of those murky waves, but also of his future. He sank, crouching down as he looked at the inky waves lapping at his feet. He sighed. He had no plans. His shop at the joke shop did little but pass time and keep his parents off of his back. Even Samara seemed to know more of her future than he did of his. Would she wait for him with his empty future? He couldn't ask that of her.

Footsteps were approaching, and Blake shot to his feet, setting a wide, charming grin on his face. Whatever person gutsy enough to be sneaking out so early after the incident, wasn't going to see him dropping his reputation. No, he was being a rebel out here. Not crying and whining to himself.

[samara]

Samara wandered through the grounds, not worrying much about what had happened a short while before. The grounds were constantly guarded, but Samara was clever enough to sneak past the guards and wander. Death Eaters didn't scare her. She was hoping to see her boyfriend, Blake. There was something strange about him. It'd been at least a year, a little less, since they had met, and they were still going strong. Samara didn't think anyone would be able to corral her and tame her fiery, flirtatious ways, but Blake had managed to charm her out of her reign as the top female player of the school. Not that she minded, of course.

They were teenagers in love. Samara thought that marriage wasn't in her future, but whenever she saw Blake, she couldn't help but think differently... they'd never exchanged an "I love you," of course. While Samara was happy with him, commitment terrified her. She hadn't ever pictured herself as a one-man woman before, but something about his charming, floppy smile and those mesmerizing eyes... Her eyes scanned the dark grounds, and she found a blonde mess of hair turned towards her. It was him, of course. In two long strides, she'd wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck.

Taking a step back, Samara grinned, red hair contrasting against the black sweater, dark jeans, and mid-calf length black boots. "Hey," she said softly, eyes melting a bit as they bore into Blake's.

[blake]

Despite the swelling anxiousness that grew with thoughts of facing Samara, every bit of tension melted away when he saw those eyes. He grinned, pulling her back in, feeling the soft cloth under his hands, giving a feeling of reality. He was feeling life slipping away, and Samara was the one thing he was sure would break him, if she chose to leave. He planted a kiss on her, allowing it to linger longer than normal. Eventually he managed to pry away.

It had been less than a year since he had offered more intense kisses and more to any girl that caught his fancy. He'd hung up the title as school casanova when he'd found a girl who had thought she could turn the tables on him. Not one to deny the challenge, he'd sworn to show her something she'd never experienced before, a slow, thoughtful relationship. It wasn't long before his feelings which he didn't think existed were there, and when she'd said she felt the same, he was sure he'd never return to that childish game he had played.

Samara pushed him to do better. "Hey," he grinned, her red hair luminescent even in the little light offered by the moon. "Trouble sleeping, or trouble making?" He asked. Their very first rendezvous had been here, breaking every school rule possible to take on a midnight swim.

[samara]

Samara smiled softly. Blake softened her normally hard demeanor. "A bit of both for me. I'm guessing the same goes for you, darling," she replied with a smirk. Nudging him softly with her elbow, she sat down in the sand, laying back and sighing happily. Things were so simple with Blake. Even the complicated things were completely toned down when they were together. It was absolutely perfect in every possible way. Samara looked up and patted the sand beside her. "Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you gonna join me?"

Her mind began to wander a little. It happened every so often. Samara was planning on going out to be the beater of the Hollyhead Harpies in the next months. They were in need of a new girl to step up, and Samara couldn't imagine doing anything other than playing the sport she adored for the rest of her life. The future loomed dangerously close and it terrified her, but just the thought that she could be with Blake after school ended made everything so much brighter.

[blake]

Blake had to laugh at her accurate ability to read him. Things weren't hidden with that one. He did briefly consider standing though, still not rid of the pent up energy that he had been trying futilely to dispel. He looked at her long, milky fingers and realized he'd rather have those slipping between his than stand and brood. He took a seat, wrapping one arm around her, the other taking her cool hand in his. It took him a minute to realize he was still slightly smiling.

"Well, ladies first," he said. "What's got you out breaking rules, besides my rugged good looks?" He asked, raising on eyebrow in inquisition. He did want to know, and if she was feeling anywhere near as frustrated as he was, he wanted to push that away, banish it from her mind altogether. He knew there were somethings even he couldn't do, such as when she had struggled with stealing, it had always hung not only her head, but his as well, looming like a grinning ghost. It was merely the presence of the concept in the furthest shadow of your mind that can cause chills. Even though he was already trying to diagnose the problem, he caught himself amazed at the reflection of the pale moon in her clear eyes, giving them an ethereal glow-

He mentally shook his head to clear it. They haven't gone much farther than that near naked swim the first time they had met. Blake wanted everything to mean something to a girl where nothing had meant everything. Some days he would turn around, hear her laugh, and want so badly to gather her in his arms and never have to turn away from her scent. It was often a great war between the bottom and upper halves of his body, and now he finally understood the struggle the chaps in his dorm would talk about.

[samara]

Samara leaned against him, resting her head on Blake's shoulder and intertwining the fingers of her right hand with his left hand as his right arm snaked around her waist, holding her close. She buried her face in his shoulder for a moment, taking in the intoxicating scent before sighing. At his comment, she laughed. "Well, I did hope to see you tonight. This is a favorite haunt of ours, remember?" she replied softly, lightly rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. The silence was drawn out for a long while, never becoming uncomfortable for her.

"Well. Frankly I've been rather restless. I have tryouts for the Harpies next month. I'm a bit anxious. Then there's the issue of moving out of my parents' house and finding an apartment near the stadium on the off-chance I make the team..." Samara trailed off, biting her lip. The silence grew between them again before she sat up. Turning to face Blake, she took both of his hands in hers, bringing them to her lips as her brilliant blue eyes met his. His future wasn't set in stone yet, and they had mere months to decide how they were going to survive in the world.

"Blake, what are you going to do?" she asked, her voice small, afraid. She didn't want to lose Blake, but she wasn't sure how they were going to survive, especially since he had no idea what he wanted to do for his career. Samara frowned slightly, shaking her head, causing her fiery locks to bounce and glitter in the moonlight. "No, that's not what I meant to say... What I meant to say was... Uhm... Well... Dammit," she mumbled, eyebrows furrowing intensely, frown intensifying as she tried to find the right words.

[blake]

Blake's eyes widened as he waited patiently for her to finish, wondering if she would find the words she was looking for. It hadn't shocked him that she had guessed so accurately. She could read him better than he could read himself. He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's fine," he stroked her hair back, wrapping a fiery strand along his finger, admiring the glow in the moonlight.

"Well, first, I'm going to go to the Harpies tryouts with you, and be a cheerleader for when you become the best beater they've ever known," he kissed her hand, grinning up at her. The grin faded a little bit, before he thought of the next step in his plan. "And after that, I'll go join the circus," he laughed. Of course, even that didn't appeal to him. He didn't even have anything to offer the circus, let alone something in the wizarding or muggle world. He pressed his forehead to hers, sighing. "Say I don't get accepted as the talking ape-man, where would you see me?" He doubted even Samara could see him anywhere in the world.