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 Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:05 pm
Until The End Of Time We Said...  Table of Contents:
Post 00: Table of Contents
Post 01: The Pact
Post 02: The Cast
Post 03: The Lost Script
Post 04: When Two Are One
Post 05: Reserved
Post 06: Reserved
Post 07: ReservedBut The End Of Time Came Too Soon... Oh Too Soon...
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:11 pm
We'll Be Best Friends Forever, The Nine Of Us...  The Pact:
Nine best friends made a pact one special summer, a pact that would hopefully keep them together for life, but if any of us know anything about life; it’s that nothing ever stays the same. Everything is always changing and one fateful day an accident changed everything. He was barely sixteen when that eighteen-wheeler plowed into his ford truck; there was no way, that he could have lived, seeing, as it was a head on collision. Poor Gavin Rivers the ninth member of the group died on the way to the hospital of his injuries, it was that day on the other eight knew the pact would change. There was another person in the car but they got out of the accident unscathed and ever since that day, the rest of the friends minus a few have always blamed her for not dying too. Splits were formed in the great friendship and, now that it is, the summer before senior year can the friends put away their differences or will they be separate forever?But Nine Soon Became Eight...
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:23 pm
Chose your side wisely!  The Cast
[bolded means taken]
The Fashion Queen--> Best friends with The b***h and The Scene Boy! She has a soft spot for The Broken Heart. Hates The Photographer with a passion. She is Gavin's sister. FEMALE
The b***h--> Best friends with The Fashion Queen! Hates The Scene Boy, The Photographer and The Broken Heart! She likes The Sportsman but won't ever admit that she likes spending time with him. She was Gavin's Ex... FEMALE
The Photographer--> Best friends with The Musician and The Broken Heart! Hates... no one and thinks this fight is stupid. She was the other person in the car with Gavin. FEMALE
The Broken Heart--> Best friends with The Emo and The Photographer! Not fond of The Musician. She was Gavin's girlfriend. FEMALE
The Musician--> Best friends with The Photographer and The Sportsman! Hates The b***h. Was Gavin's closest friend out of the whole group. MALE
The Emo--> Best friends with The Broken Heart. Hates The Photographer,The Musician, and The Fashion Queen. He idolized Gavin, wishing that he could be as close to The Broken Heart as Gavin was. MALE
The Sportsman--> Best friends with The Musician! He likes The b***h but he isn't best friends with her anymore, the two grew up down the street form each other. Gavin's right hand man next to The Musician. MALE
The Scene Kid--> Best friends with The Fashion Queen, stalks The Photographer because he wants to be a model. Hates The b***h and The Musician. He was Gavin's neighbor growing up and playmate all through childhood. MALEYour colors will eventually show.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:28 pm
Somewhere you're out there, looking down..  The Lost Script:
[PM profiles to me and I don't care what you name them... just send them to me so I can post them please.
Also! Tell me your posting color! That is very VERY important!][b]Name:[/b] [Full Name Here]
[b]I’ve Lived For:[/b] [How many years?]
[b]My Birthday is on:[/b]
[b]If You Want To Get To Know Me I Like:[/b]
[8 Likes]
[b]But Dislike:[/b]
[8 Dislikes]
[b]When I’m Around People I Act:[/b] [Personality]
[b]My Story:[/b] [Biography]
[b]If You Wanna Know:[/b] [Other]
[b]When I Look In The Mirror I See:[/b] [appearance.. Please no anime!]
[b]I’m Not Insane, I’m Not Insane![/b]
[Username here] I know you're not proud of what you see.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:36 pm
One day we'll look back on this and laugh..   The Fashion Queen The b***h The PhotographerName: Jacey Echo Manos
I’ve Lived For: Seventeen Years
My Birthday is on: April Eighth
If You Want To Get To Know Me I Like:
1: My Camera
2: Music
3: The Color Green
4: Nature
5: Playing The Piano
6: Horror Movies
7: Chocolate
8: Books
But Dislike:
1: Running Out Of Film
2: Spiders
3: Losing Someone
4: The Dark
5: Closed Spaces
6: The Color Purple
7: Hypocrites
8: The Inability To Speak
When I’m Around People I Act: Calm, cool , collected, but I like to be funny. Yeah I make funny faces but I have to. To get the point across sometimes facial expressions are all I have. I lost my ability to speak long ago when I chose to take a ride home from Gavin. I’m a pretty upbeat person unless someone mentions the pact or Gavin then I get a little upset. I never meant for any of this to happen…
My Story: I grew up in Blue River with everyone else and just like everyone else, I was best friends with Gavin. If it wasn’t for him I would have never discovered that I could sing and I loved to sing. I spent most of my childhood days hanging with the same friends I hang with now, The Musician and The Broken Heart… they have always been there for me and I guess they always will be.
My family life has been pretty normal if you were looking for some outrageous story you came to the wrong place. I was raised in a small family with my mother, father, and younger brother. My father is a farmer who works hard for everything he owns and my mother she works that the grocery store in town. My brother and I were pretty close at one time but he’s fifteen now and has his own friends and does his own thing… besides that, who would want to hang out with their mute sister anyway?
Yeah… that accident changed my life. I loved to sing and I lost the ability to do so that day but I don’t regret it. I picked up my camera a few months later and since then I’ve been expressing everything I have through photographs. I guess we all miss Gavin everyday but regret where I was that day so badly and not because I can no longer speak. I would even give up my eyes if I could take back being there on that day. I.. Never wanted to say goodbye… not like that.
If You Wanna Know: My camera is attached to me at all times and I do not speak.
When I Look In The Mirror I See: 
I’m Not Insane, I’m Not Insane!
A-Jinxed-Kid The Broken HeartName: Vivianne LePointe
I’ve Lived For: Seventeen Years
My Birthday is on: March 9th
If You Want To Get To Know Me I Like:
1. Writing
2. Poetry and all other types of literature.
3. The color blue
4. Going on walks at twilight
5. Winter
6. Cooking
7. Music
8. Video games
But Dislike:
1. Spiders
2. Rain storms
3. Mean people
4. Therapy
5. Overly critical people
6. Being alone
7. Being interrupted
8. Onions
When I’m Around People I Act: Cold and detached.... The sadness I feel doesn't seem to have an end. I try to be funny and lovable like I once was but I can never fully bring myself to do it, it's almost as though I feel like I would be betraying Gavin if I smile......
My Story: I was born and raised in Blue River, I had and still have amazing friends.... only some of us have drifted apart since.... Anyway, we all grew up together, the Emo and the Photographer are two of my closest friends, I love them more than anything... even if I don't always show it.
I was raised by my mom, my father died when I was ten years old in a boating accident. Mom worked hard to keep me happy, healthy and safe and I love her for it, she's always been there for me.
Then there is Gavin... I've loved him since we first met, over ten years ago... I can still remember the beating of my heart when he hugged me for the first time, he always made me feel complete... Now I am broken....
When he died I became even more introverted than I already was, I even stopped eating.... My heart aches when I think of the day my mother and a friend made me go to the hospital.... They made me eat but I still have moments where I can't do it, I can't nourish myself... How can I do anything positive when my beloved is gone?
Then there is the Photographer... I don't blame her... I don't wish she had taken his place... I wish it were me that it had happened too... Then no one would feel the pain they do now....
If You Wanna Know: I go for a walk every morning at twilight.
When I Look In The Mirror I See: 
I’m Not Insane, I’m Not Insane!
Lucina Noir The MusicianName: Andrew(Drew) Damon Dinson
I’ve Lived For: 18 years
My Birthday is on: August 1st
If You Want To Get To Know Me I Like:
1. Playing Music
2. Listening to new music
3. A good challenge
4. Being around friends
5. The Drums
6. Video Games
7. Taking risks
8. Peanut Butter cookies with hershey’s kisses
But Dislike:
1. Boredom
2. Silence
3. Being called Andy
4. Drama
5. Birds
6. Being alone
7. Being told what to do
8. His dad
When I’m Around People I Act: Kind of cold and stand offish. I like to joke a lot. When things get seriously emotional I’m the one trying to lighten the mood with a joke. I act like I don’t care but my friends know I’m there if they need me… I think.
My Story: For as long as I can remember I’ve been obsessed with music. When I was young all I could think about when I heard a song was how they did it. I remember Christmas when I was 8, that’s when I got my first instrument, a kid sized drum set. My parents soon regretted that. But it was from then on that I was hooked. I learned quickly and learned to play any instrument I could get my hands on, though the drums still remained my favorite.
I was not born in Blue River like the others. I was born in LA, but my parents were divorced when I was 10. My mom, my younger twin brothers, and I moved in with my grandparents in Blue River until we could get a place of our own. My mom is amazing, a little…eccentric and just plain weird a times, but she tries really hard to please people, more than I think she should at times.
Anyways, when I moved to Blue River I wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms. I was weird or something… Kids you know? Gavin was the first person to really even talk to me and since then we’ve been best friends. It was really rough losing him. Since then I’ve been told that I’m more wreckless or something, but what do they know? Sure my grades have dropped some, some of the people I hang out with aren’t so reliable, I stay out late, but I’m just having a good time.
If You Wanna Know: I can play just about any instrument if given enough time.
When I Look In The Mirror I See: 
I’m Not Insane, I’m Not Insane!
Tigertamer199 The Emo The SportsmanName: Jason Kyle Fischer (Kyle)
I’ve Lived For: Seventeen Years
My Birthday is on: August Eighteenth
If You Want To Get To Know Me I Like:
1: Horror Movies
2: Snakes
3: Football
4: Friends
5: My Truck
6: Running
7: Storms
8: Being the Best at Everything
But Dislike:
1: People Who Put Me Down
2: People Who Disrespect Gavin
3: Drugs
4: Fighting, Though I Do Fight…
5: Spiders! I hate them!
6: Closed Spaces that are Dark
7: Car Accidents
8: Death
When I’m Around People I Act: A little more than stuck up. I know I’m better than everyone else now everyone needs to realize it. I’m quiet unless I’m talking to Drew but even then I don’t really know how to interact. I tend to be a little violent and I can’t help it, there are people I like and people that need to learn how to stay out of my way. I’m very active and I love to run so I do quite frequently it puts me in a better mood.
My Story: My family was one of the founding families that started Blue River and so I’m very high in the community. I hate the fact that my parents have money but I guess I kinda flaunt it sometimes. I was raised in a nice neighborhood with Gavin and Drew they were my best friends. I guess the accident rocked me a little more than what I thought it would. I’ve drifted away from everyone but my father has used this to his advantage. I’ve been working almost twenty four hours a day because someone has to help the family business while Dad is away drinking. Too bad that I get the brunt of his anger when he gets home because my mother isn’t around anymore. Yeah that’s right, I killed her when I was born but I never really minded that much… yeah I should but I don’t. I know that she died to bring me into this world and so she watches over me, no matter how hard my father hits he still can’t break my spirit.
I love football and I love it because of my father but I’m not sure if this is what I want for my life. I guess I just need to hang in there and hope that maybe just maybe Gavin is looking out for me as well.
If You Wanna Know: I have a Ball Python named Coil.
When I Look In The Mirror I See: 
I’m Not Insane, I’m Not Insane!
A-Jinxed-Kid The SceneThen again... maybe not.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 12:41 am
When I die I'll be fine,
'cause I know you're always there... Sunlight, the one thing that let Jacey know she was still alive and every time she opened her eyes in the morning she regretted it. Today was no different, Jacey woke with the sun shining in her eyes telling her to get out of bed and start missing Gavin. The girl rolled over and gently touched the left side of her chest before she got out of bed. Everything Jacey did was silent now, it bothered her to have music playing, she didn’t sing, she couldn’t. Music had been the biggest part of Jacey’s life and now that it was gone, she didn’t know how to really deal with herself.
After pulling on jeans, a turquoise tank top, a small jean jacket, and black converse the girl grabbed a camera and two rolls of film. Jacey was never caught without her camera now because without it she couldn’t speak. Today she was going to the cemetery to see if she could take anything worthwhile. Before leaving Jacey stopped by the bathroom, one look in the mirror told her she wasn’t going out into public without doing something with her hair and makeup, she looked dead even if she felt that way she wasn’t going to look it.
Jacey pulled her blond hair up into a bun, lined her eyes with eyeliner and turquoise shadow and then headed out the door. Since the accident, Jacey had refused to get into a car and so she walked everywhere. That accident ruined many things for a lot of people but it really turned Jacey’s world upside down. It was hard not being able to talk and even though she tried and she tried to sing no words would come out there was no sound, it was almost as if she had no vocal chords. The girl couldn’t hum, couldn’t scream, nothing, no noise at all.
The air outside was as it always was in Blue River in the start of summer it was warm and dry. The summer air felt great against Jacey’s cold pale skin, it warmed her from the outside in but she didn’t think anything could break the ice around her heart. The cemetery was toward the outer edge of Blue River and was quite a walk from Jacey’s house but she made this walk at least once a week… however, this time it was different. This time she was walking by Gavin’s house before she went to the cemetery.
Funny how things happen really… Gavin’s parents never really did blame Jacey for anything but everyone else seemed to. If Gavin hadn’t been trying to take Jacey home the accident never would have happened and everything would have stayed the same. Jacey didn’t understand why Gavin had died that day but it changed a lot of lives when he did.When I die I'm alright,
'cause I know you'll be there,
You are home..
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:26 pm
The music beat in his head begging to be let out. His eyes itched to open, but he knew it was too early. Go to sleep. Just go to sleep. You'll remember it in the morning, you can work on it then. Just don't open your eyes and go back to sleep. He laid in bed not daring to move. Desperately he tried to push the sound out of his mind for the moment, but he couldn't do it.
Sighing, he opened his brown eyes and looked at the clock. "6 AM...perfect. Really. I only need 2 two hours of sleep..." He grumbled to himself. He turned on a light a pulled out his acoustic guitar from under his bed. It was pretty old and a little scratched up, but he got decent sound. Sitting at his desk he shuffled through papers of unfinished music. One in particular was repeated many times. 'Gavin's Song' that was the unofficial title. Maybe this time he could get it right. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound in his head. With a sigh he went to work yet again.
For hours he slaved over his music. Writing, crossing out, humming, groaning, until he finally passed out with his head resting on his desk. He was that way until the sounds of 12 year old brothers voices met his ears.
"Drew!" they sang in unison as they entered the room uninvited. The pair jumped on to his bed and stared at him.
"Mom said you need to get up." James said.
Drew groaned to himself. I really need a lock for that damn door. "Oh really? And why is that?"
"Because, it's already 12 and you don't need to sleep your day away." Jake answered quoting their mother.
"Yeah." James agreed. They both then walked behind him and shook him by the shoulders. "So wake up!" They said together.
"Alright alright!" He said shrugging them off. "I'm up! Now shoo you little hooligans." He said pushing them out the door then shutting it behind them. He glanced at the clock and saw it was 12:05. That was his mother. He walked back to his desk and looked over the music he had written. He could barely even remember writing it, but as he looked over it he found he rather liked it. Filled with excitement he had to let someone hear it and he knew just who. He pulled out his cell phone and called Jacey. He knew she wouldn't talk, but he always tried to make her anyways. He waited as the phone rang.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:53 pm
Now I have finally accepted
We will never stand in the same room. Jacey tried to stress her facts to people but no one seemed to get it. Gavin had been gone for awhile now, in fact in two weeks Jacey could say… think, “A year ago today.” Since she spent a lot of time in her mother’s flower garden Jacey already had an idea of the montage of flowers she wanted to bouquet up and sit on Gavin’s grave. The sudden realization of where she was standing hit her and the tears started rolling. Jacey could now see Gavin’s house but the garage where his truck once sat was empty, of course, it had been that way for a year. Gavin and Jacey had totaled Gavin’s truck that fateful day. With shaky hands, Jacey raised her camera and took a snapshot of Gavin’s empty driveway. She missed him so much. Since Gavin was gone and Jacey’s voice was lost, Jacey felt as if she were drowning in a current she couldn’t fight.
When the girl lowered the camera she heard the lovely melody from her phone start to ring, pulling it out of her pocket she stared at it blankly just looking at the name, a simple name, Drew. Jacey exhaled softly and flipped open the phone to answer it, she knew she couldn’t make the words to say anything so she pressed the phone to her ear and took a deep breath, letting it out to let him know she was there. There were cars driving by and she was sure that Drew could hear them, he would know where she was and if he didn’t know he would know where she was going. It was just time that she went and sat by Gavin’s grave for awhile, he meant so much to all of them, he had been their glue… now there was none and the friendship was slowly descending into chaos.
I can never hear your voice of reason
At least you didn't, didn't feel a thing….
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:16 pm
Drew heard the phone click on and the girl's deep breath. "Why hello. How are you today?" He asked cheerfully knowing she wouldn't answer. He waited a few seconds as if she was responding before saying anything. "Really that good? Well anyways I have something I want you to listen to, and you are the best listener I know. So where are you?" He asked. Hearing the sound of cars in the background he had a pretty good idea of where she was headed. "The graveyard? Really? Well, I'll be there soon then. Later!" With that he hung up the phone.
Looking down he realized he was still only in his boxers. He hunted around his room for some clean clothes and pulled on a t-shirt and some jeans. He strapped his guitar to his back and headed out of his room. Quickly he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a poptart from the box in the cupboard. "I'm going out mom. I'll be back later!' He yelled to his mom before he headed out the door. She yelled some acknowledgement back to him as he left.
He quickly walked down the stairs from their apartment and to the bike rack where his bike was chained up. His mom didn't have the money to get him a car so a bike was the best she could do. He didn't mind. He had been trying to save up for one for a long time now, but whatever money he came by always seemed to be getting spent on some new instrument. Oh well...it's worth it. With that he swung his leg over the bike and headed off in the direction of the graveyard.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:35 pm
"Honey... it's time to eat something," Vivianne's mother said softly as she slowly entered the bedroom. The curtains were drawn and the whole room seemed as still as a tomb.
On a lovely canopy bed adorned with black silk lay Vivianne, who hadn't acknowledged her mothers' presence, she didn't acknowledge much of anything really.
Her mother sighed softly and sat down on the very edge of the bed, her daughter seemed so... out of reach; But she had to eat so Vivi's mother turned on the light but her daughter didn't even seem to flinch, Vivianne just lay there, her usually pale face was corpselike and her blue eyes unusually bright, but her black hair made her seem all the more surreal. Vivianne was lovely, but her looks were the farthest thing from her mind at the moment.
"The doctor said if you didn't start eating more you would have to go back in the hospital," her mother scolded, but in a kindly voice and began to feed Vivianne, who just sat there, allowing it "I know.... I know it hurts, it was the same for me when your father died....." At the mention of her father, Vivianne suddenly came to life, jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom.
Vivi turned the shower on and climbed in, letting the scalding water hit her like a brick. A part of her wanted to cry but it seemed she beyond tears... she was just.... broken. She showered and went on with her morning routine, dressing in her gothic lace and silk. She looked for the rosary she had bought last summer in England but it wasn't in it's usual place. She sighed and began to rummage in her drawers when she suddenly pulled back with a cry.
There it was, the promise ring, Gavin made sure it wasn't just any ring, it had matched them completely, celtic symbols intertwined until they formed a large heart, she and Gavin had both worn one.... They were promised to each other....
Blinking back tears she tore out of her room, the ring in her hand, and ran out of the house.
She headed for the graveyard, she needed to be near his body... even if he really wasn't there anymore..... She soon found herself walking amongst the stones, slowly making her way towards her beloved.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 11:58 am
Now I have finally accepted
We will never stand in the same room. Jacey listened to Drew and if she could have laughed at him she would have even in her mental state of sadness she still liked to laugh just like everyone else but she never made noise… it was odd. Her heart jumped in her chest a little when a car passed too close to her person but she soon calmed as she reached the heavy black gate. Blue River Cemetery… funny that you should end up here before some of us. At least Jacey could still hear her thoughts… too bad no one else could.
One foot in front of the other, fingers clutching at the camera for dear life, Jacey moved on until she was standing in front of a grave she knew well… maybe too well. Gavin had been well known in the community, not only because he was the quarterback for the Blue River Tigers but also because his family happened to be one of the main family that started Blue River way back in the day. Jacey touched the index and middle finger of her left hand to her lips and kissed them before she placed them against the cold grey stone.
The girl’s thoughts were muddled and she could hear her heart pounding in her ears she shouldn’t beat herself up about it and she knew it but that never stopped her. I’m sorry… so sorry Gavin. I never meant for something like this to happy, I… If I would have known this was going to happen I would have never accepted a ride from you and made you drive out of your way to take me home. There are so many people that needed you Gavin and they still need you. I just, I don’t know where I’m supposed to go from here, why not shine a little light down on us so we can see a path to walk together just like we use to.
You were our glue! The one thing holding everyone together and without you we all fell apart and drifted away. I can’t pull them back, I’m not as strong as you, I’ll never be as strong as you. I.. I need you so much and I sound selfish because I know somehow you have to be in some amazing place or you would have stayed here a bit longer. Please Gavin… please just… just help us out.
There was nothing wrong with praying and Jacey did it often, but Jacey didn’t pray to a God anymore, she prayed to Gavin. Tears were streaming down her face taking her makeup with them but she didn’t seem to mind. Somehow, Jacey felt enlightened sitting where she was with her cheek against his stone sobbing silently. Sometimes it just made everything go away but Gavin was good at that, he had been Jacey’s comfort for a very long time and now that he was gone, she didn’t know how to deal with it.
Gavin Lee Rivers
January 28, 1990 to June 7, 2007
Loved son and friend
I can never hear your voice of reason
At least you didn't, didn't feel a thing….
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 9:53 pm
Quickly peddling down the road Drew made his way to the graveyard. He couldn't help but feel excitement thinking about the song. He felt he had at last achieved what he had been searching for. This would be the first time anyone would hear it. He hoped it would cheer Jacey up some. Gavin's death had been hard on alot of people including himself, but she seemed to be taking it worst of all.
As he rounded a corner and the graveyard came into sight he felt a chill run up his spine. This was his least favorite place in Blue River ever since it had become the home of someone so close to him. The place took on a whole different meaning now. Why did it have to be him?
He peddled up to gates and rested his bike against it. He saw Vivianne in the distance. He thought about trying to say something to her, but ever since the accident she didn't seem to care for Drew so he avoided her. Instead he went straight to the blond he saw kneeling before a grave that he knew to be Gavin's.
He walked up quietly and sat down near by, adjusting his guitar so it sat in his lap. He never was very good at communicating to sad people so instead he started in playing his song. It had a bright, happy, upbeat kind of sound to it that gradually grew to a slightly more sorrowful, broken sound. There were no lyrics for it yet, but it was still a bit of a work in progress.
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