Izaak Finch
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<COLOR color="#000">SHE AIN'T A PRINCESS BUT SHE'S AN ARTIST
painting a portrait all over my heart
new zealand was a comfortable fit on izaak jay finch. sure it didnt have that old blue jeans
feeling that bondi did, but it was somewhere not far behind. so it was only natural that for
the twenty-two year old to exhale a warmed sigh as appeared at the corner of a particular
street he had walked down so many times that the prints of his size elevens mightve been
imprinted onto the sidewalk. new york city was something completely different altogether
and it was only yesterday that izaak had arrived back from a week long business trip in its
crowded over-priced and overrated vices. but izaak and business trip in the one sentence?
chyeah right. he had been hard-pressed to believe it himself the entire time he was over in
the four closed walls of dull grey offices, with nameplates of important people he had been
expected to remember and expansively large desks izaak suspected were all just for show.
but business was exactly what he had gone over to do and business was exactly what he
had come back with. a sponsorship deal with americas most prestigious of surfing brands.
while his job as a lifeguard was all good and safe and fun ever since he had been little the
young man had always possessed a certain thirst for this kind of success, with aspirations
dreamt all the way up to the world title. and now he finally had a shot at it, izaak had been
thrust right in there with the big guns, he already had three competitions lined up for this
year and on top of it all not only were they coughing up more than what he was currently
earning but they were also throwing in new boards, wetsuits, first class plane tickets and
penthouse suites. it was indeed the life and it was all his to live. naturally the first thing that
izaak had done was to call up alianne on the cell phone he had bought her specifically for
occasions as such and relay the exciting news. as corny as it may sound, his girlfriend had
been the inspiring light in his quest for this partnership. alexis death had opened izaaks
eyes right up to the cold fact that life was just far too short to sit about deliberating instead
of taking chances. and when he had been ready to accept this, who else had been there
but alianne faith cooper? izaak would be the first to say it, she was so much more braver
than him. and so far in the three wonderful months of their concealed relationship she had
been the very best of influences on him. dare he say he that he was falling in love with her?
but between the week that had just passed and the various trips hed had to make in and
out of the states, izaak jay finch should have known more than enough by now to write the
bestseller bad boyfriend one-oh-one. they had barely had any time with each other over
the past month, izaak had even missed valentines day and so tonight would be the night
that he would make up for all of it. they had been planning their belated celebrations for a
week now, had set the date for the night after he came back down under but he still would
not give a whisper about where they were going. alianne knew by now that he was a dead
sucker for surprises. all that he had told her, and all that he had told her he was going to
tell her, was how to dress. like a princess. but he didnt need to see the dress to know that
she would look like a million dollars, she always did. make-up, no make-up, hair groomed
or thrown up messily off her face, aly always had him catching himself staring. izaak had
spent the afternoon hanging lights, tucking food into a picnic basket, digging an old suit
out from the deepest and darkest corners of his closet. it was possibly going to be one of
the most romantic things he had ever done for a girl and all of it was his own special way
of saying thank you, sorry, i missed you but most of all, and terrified he was to admit it, i
love you. alianne was the light at the end of the deepest and darkest tunnel he had ever
had to venture down, how could he not love her? but how could he ever say it out loud to
her when he couldnt even admit it to himself? izaak jay hadnt felt like this since alexis
had been in his life and she had left it so quickly that he hadnt even had time to brace
himself. who was to say that the same couldnt happen with aly? once had been far too
much, izaak wasnt even sure that he would have made it through if it werent for his best
friend. if he opened himself up like this there was no going back, it wasnt something he
could duck out of, there was no off switch. the only question now was, was he ready for it?
one would think that after having spent all week in suits, izaak would have been used to it
by now but he couldnt shake the perpetual yearn for a favourite, worn pair of jeans as he
took the few stairs up to his girlfriends front door. to his surprise the young man found that
he was quaking a little on the inside, nervous even as he faced the door. would the truth
just all slip out tonight and was he okay with that? but the young man scolded himself and
wrestled with his cuffs, this was aly, this was his aly and he was being downright ridiculous
because there was no need at all to be nervous. so as one of his hands reached out to rap
against the door, the other tightened around the dethroned stem of a single crimson red
rose and he told himself silently to breathe.
GRAPHICS BY ME || LYRICS BY JENNY & JOHNNY - SCISSOR RUNNER
painting a portrait all over my heart
new zealand was a comfortable fit on izaak jay finch. sure it didnt have that old blue jeans
feeling that bondi did, but it was somewhere not far behind. so it was only natural that for
the twenty-two year old to exhale a warmed sigh as appeared at the corner of a particular
street he had walked down so many times that the prints of his size elevens mightve been
imprinted onto the sidewalk. new york city was something completely different altogether
and it was only yesterday that izaak had arrived back from a week long business trip in its
crowded over-priced and overrated vices. but izaak and business trip in the one sentence?
chyeah right. he had been hard-pressed to believe it himself the entire time he was over in
the four closed walls of dull grey offices, with nameplates of important people he had been
expected to remember and expansively large desks izaak suspected were all just for show.
but business was exactly what he had gone over to do and business was exactly what he
had come back with. a sponsorship deal with americas most prestigious of surfing brands.
while his job as a lifeguard was all good and safe and fun ever since he had been little the
young man had always possessed a certain thirst for this kind of success, with aspirations
dreamt all the way up to the world title. and now he finally had a shot at it, izaak had been
thrust right in there with the big guns, he already had three competitions lined up for this
year and on top of it all not only were they coughing up more than what he was currently
earning but they were also throwing in new boards, wetsuits, first class plane tickets and
penthouse suites. it was indeed the life and it was all his to live. naturally the first thing that
izaak had done was to call up alianne on the cell phone he had bought her specifically for
occasions as such and relay the exciting news. as corny as it may sound, his girlfriend had
been the inspiring light in his quest for this partnership. alexis death had opened izaaks
eyes right up to the cold fact that life was just far too short to sit about deliberating instead
of taking chances. and when he had been ready to accept this, who else had been there
but alianne faith cooper? izaak would be the first to say it, she was so much more braver
than him. and so far in the three wonderful months of their concealed relationship she had
been the very best of influences on him. dare he say he that he was falling in love with her?
but between the week that had just passed and the various trips hed had to make in and
out of the states, izaak jay finch should have known more than enough by now to write the
bestseller bad boyfriend one-oh-one. they had barely had any time with each other over
the past month, izaak had even missed valentines day and so tonight would be the night
that he would make up for all of it. they had been planning their belated celebrations for a
week now, had set the date for the night after he came back down under but he still would
not give a whisper about where they were going. alianne knew by now that he was a dead
sucker for surprises. all that he had told her, and all that he had told her he was going to
tell her, was how to dress. like a princess. but he didnt need to see the dress to know that
she would look like a million dollars, she always did. make-up, no make-up, hair groomed
or thrown up messily off her face, aly always had him catching himself staring. izaak had
spent the afternoon hanging lights, tucking food into a picnic basket, digging an old suit
out from the deepest and darkest corners of his closet. it was possibly going to be one of
the most romantic things he had ever done for a girl and all of it was his own special way
of saying thank you, sorry, i missed you but most of all, and terrified he was to admit it, i
love you. alianne was the light at the end of the deepest and darkest tunnel he had ever
had to venture down, how could he not love her? but how could he ever say it out loud to
her when he couldnt even admit it to himself? izaak jay hadnt felt like this since alexis
had been in his life and she had left it so quickly that he hadnt even had time to brace
himself. who was to say that the same couldnt happen with aly? once had been far too
much, izaak wasnt even sure that he would have made it through if it werent for his best
friend. if he opened himself up like this there was no going back, it wasnt something he
could duck out of, there was no off switch. the only question now was, was he ready for it?
one would think that after having spent all week in suits, izaak would have been used to it
by now but he couldnt shake the perpetual yearn for a favourite, worn pair of jeans as he
took the few stairs up to his girlfriends front door. to his surprise the young man found that
he was quaking a little on the inside, nervous even as he faced the door. would the truth
just all slip out tonight and was he okay with that? but the young man scolded himself and
wrestled with his cuffs, this was aly, this was his aly and he was being downright ridiculous
because there was no need at all to be nervous. so as one of his hands reached out to rap
against the door, the other tightened around the dethroned stem of a single crimson red
rose and he told himself silently to breathe.
GRAPHICS BY ME || LYRICS BY JENNY & JOHNNY - SCISSOR RUNNER