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07-23-2007, 10:08 AM
The Wee One, sat in her thinking place, puzzling. The purple hyacinths grew behind the moss covered rock she sat upon. She was wondering if what she wanted to do was the right thing. The longer she sat in her thinking spot, the more she believed her idea was a good one. With her mind made up to do something she had never done before, the tiny fae took flight on golden wings.
The fae flitted high into the air over the giant oaks and beyond the meadow. She fluttered down on the shore of the Sparkling Lake. The Wee One walked from one stone to another, towards a very large rock. It stood above the others, like a beacon. She hesitated for a moment before whispering to the stone. Suddenly it appeared to rise a little into the air.
The Wee One walked under the stone. A golden box sat beneath it. Quickly she lifted the lid of the box. A Spirit filled the tiny crystal box the fae now held in her hand. As the fae walked out from under the great stone, it settled down once again. Without a moment’s hesitation she took to the air. The fae flitted to her home in the ancient oak, the crystal box now safely in her pocket.
Once home, the Wee One set the box on her mushroom table. The fireflies gathered overhead. The crystal box glittered like diamonds. With trembling hands the Wee One opened the box. Suddenly, before her stood a beautiful Spirit. “Will you help me?” The Wee One pleaded. The Spirit did not so much speak, as it thought. The Wee One knew, the Spirit would help her.
“We shall begin our journey now,” the spirit thought. *poof* In a twinkling, both the Spirit and the Wee One were transported to a city, in the Land of Real.
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07-23-2007, 10:09 AM
The Wee One was not prepared for what she saw when they materialized. It was a place that had things called buildings. Some of the buildings were as tall as the Magic Mountain. The air smelled odd and tasted funny. There was not a tree or flower to be seen. “I am frightened,” the fae whispered to the Spirit. “Is this where the children come from?”
“Yes,” the Spirit replied. The Wee One shivered a bit, but the Spirit thought, “It will be okay, I’m with you.” “Now quickly before it gets light open your pouch and do what you have come to do.”
The Wee One reached deep into her pouch and gathered a handful of faerie dust. With the Spirit by her side, she sprinkled the magic dust everywhere. When they had finished the Spirit thought again. “You have done well wee fae, for a first effort; now watch!” Quietly, a gentle rain began to fall. The Spirit smiled, for the sprinkles began to grow flowers and trees everywhere they settled.
As the sun began to rise the city was ablaze with the color of beautiful flowers, twining green vines and stately trees. From far beyond the city a rainbow appeared and held the city in its arc. The Spirit thought. “It will make them happy wee fae, it truly will.” In a twinkle the Wee One and the Spirit sat together on a spire overlooking the city. They watched, as the children, the young and the old came out of their houses. All looked about them with smiles and wonder. The city was now bursting with the beauty of flowers and the songs of birds in the young trees.
“It is time to go now,” the Spirit thought. The Wee One nodded her head. *poof* In a twinkle the two friends were back on the shore of the Sparkling Lake. The Spirit returned to the golden box beneath the magic rock. The Wee One sighed to see the Spirit go, but she knew the Spirit would always be present for those in need of her.
In a whisper the Wee One said, “thank you for helping me... Hope.”
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toomanypeople
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07-23-2007, 10:17 AM
Dan could do anything. No one could tell him otherwise. Dan was their motivation, their will, their determination. He was going to get what he wanted. Not only did Dan succeed, he dragged everyone else along behind him through sheer force. And if anyone else in O-Town started to fall behind, he was there with encouragement.
They loved his strength, his will, his faith. His big blue eyes and wide smile. When Dan smiled, Dan smiled.
Trevor had learned to accept Dan's support, to let Dan's strength buoy him. When Trevor feared failure, Dan's friendly, self-assured confidence reassured him.
“Whose turn was it to take out the trash?” Dan asked.
“It was your turn,” Jacob said.
“It’s only Dan’s turn this week if it was Erik’s turn last week,” Trevor said. “Ashley did it last week.”
Ashley was their designated heartthrob. He had the smile, the body, the demeanor. His innocence, kindness, and communicativeness made him ideal romantic fodder. However, by Trevor's calculations, only part of Ashley was attracted to women. The other part of him was attracted to men.
Ashley's bisexuality in itself didn't create intragroup tension. It would have been a problem for management, if anyone from their label had known. But it wasn't a problem for the group.
It only became a problem when Ashley's male-oriented quarter discovered Jacob.
“Ashley did it for Erik, because Erik was out with Lisa and forgot about it,” Jacob said.
“I didn’t know that,” Dan said.
“Ashley!” Jacob yelled.
The guys loved Jacob. The five of them were a unit. Everyone had a part to play, and Jacob sure had his. Jacob was almost a rebel, almost a cynic. That boy stood up for himself, and stood up for any one of them, whenever he saw a need. If Jacob felt an injustice, if Jacob saw a wrong or a slight, he was on it. He wasn't rude, and he didn't attack without reason, but when Jacob wanted to stand up for himself or O-Town, he was not going to be denied his right to speak.
Jacob was not the guy Trevor would choose for Ashley. Maybe it was that Jacob was more forceful than Ashley. More dominant. Fiercer, somehow. And it was getting to the point where Ashley looked out for Jacob, tried to keep the peace, tried to smooth things over for Jacob's sake.
It wasn't only that Ashley was falling for, had fallen for, Jacob in particular. That issue was only a smaller problem within the larger problem: that Ashley had that attraction, those feelings, for one of them at all. The group dynamics were flexible and complex, but didn't allow for romance within the band. They were friends, best friends, co-workers, allies, an exclusive support system. Friends, without a doubt. Boyfriends? Bad idea. Very bad idea. Monumentally bad idea.
“Hey,” Ashley said, coming into the room.
“If all Dan sees is Ashley taking out the trash, how is he supposed to know it’s Erik’s week?” Trevor asked.
“What’s going on?” Ashley asked.
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