I returned to you but f o u n d
My e m p t y home, the radio told
Me to s t a y, as it burned down,
I sang alone, my l o v e.

Kenneth Turner felt incredibly out of place and he usually adjusted pretty well to new places, although he never forgot the people that he was leaving behind. But now, it was almost like he was somewhere he'd never been before, although he had grown up here. But he no longer knew the people or the places, for they had either changed or relocated, or just plain disappeared all together over time. Right into thin air, it seemed. Some people didn't even remember him anymore. Kenneth Turner? Nope, sorry boy, doesn't ring a bell. Move along now, go make a name for yourself.

We might know you then.

He would be attending Craver Hill Academy on Monday, studying to become a photographer. He was almost there. He'd even had his work featured in a few galleries back in Florida, but now he had to start all over again because of his move. He'd wandered around town aimlessly, trying to look up old friends to catch up with, but to no avail. They were either out or gone for good and he had no way of finding them. He felt like a complete stranger in his own hometown, like he had to start all over again just like he'd done when they'd sent him away to a reformatory school. By them, I mean his parents. After finding out about his powers, they'd shipped him away, frightened of a son that was potentially dangerous and could no longer be trusted under their standards.

As he strolled through the city, it was hard to tell what had changed more, the people around him, or himself. But one thing still remained the same: he was waiting for someone. Ever since he left this town, he'd been waiting for her, even though he knew that he would have to be the one to come back to her. He'd tried to stay, he didn't want to go, but in the end, they'd had to say their impromptu goodbyes and swallow all of the words left unsaid as he left Craver Hill for good.

Or so it seemed. For here he was, back in the town that had shunned him with their gossip and news announcements, warning others of people like him. But Kenneth was glad to be home. His parents didn't even know he was here, he hadn't bothered to tell them, for what good would it do. They obviously didn't want anything to do with him and he wouldn't push it. He could make it on his own. He had to. Sitting down on one of the bus benches that always seemed too uncomfortable to sit on, but on the warmer days, just right to take a light nap, Kenny ran his hands through his hair before he smiled at a group of young children running about and playing games with one another. Hide and go seek, he guessed. He knew the rules well, he'd been a kid not too long ago, and this place was where his childhood had been spent. It still lived, deep inside of him, buried in his memories of dust.

Kenneth could see himself as the little pirate boy shouting orders and then his eyes caught sight of a young blonde girl. She couldn't have been more than five, but she was the splitting image of... no, it couldn't be, could it? Ryland's child? He looked around quickly, a bit stunned by his own thoughts before another blonde woman--notably not Ryland--came over to pick her up into her arms, kissing her forehead and setting her back down, taking her hand and walking away. The little girl turned her head to look at him, smiling as she lifted her hand to wave at him lighly, and he smiled back at her, doing the same. Taking in a deep breath, Kenny stood from his spot and took a bus to Craver Hill Academy. He figured that he might as well get to know the school before he attended it. It was only common sense, right? He thought so.

When he got there, Kenny reached into his pocket for a cigarette, keeping it unlit in his hands as he walked along, deciding to cut through the sports field. He wouldn't be spending too much time here, as he wasn't a jock, but he might take some pictures for the school's newspaper for the sports column. Just because he didn't play sports didn't mean that he didn't know about it. He watched it on tv sometimes. Anyway, he made his way across the field, deciding that he should sit to take a smoke. Lighting his cigarette with his powers, he flicked the cherry into the grass, but he stopped when a couple of jocks got into his way, hassling him about being new. It went on for all of about two seconds, before the coach called them over. But it got him pissed off enough to hold the cig in his mouth and throw his hands down, the fire leaving his hands and hitting someone...

Lyrics: Endlessly, She Said - AFI
Word Count w/ Codes: 969
Tag: Ry-Ry aka Bree-a-bean
Notes: Pretty girl, pretty fire XD.

I returned to you but f o u n d
My e m p t y home, the radio told
Me to s t a y, as it burned down,
I sang alone, my l o v e.

Kenneth was pissed off, but didn't think that he'd done anything wrong, not until he felt his palm heat up and abruptly noticed that a jolt of flame had left his hand and spiraled right into an unsuspecting young blonde woman. He didn't even look at her face at first, as he was too preoccupied running towards her, her small body engulfed in his own creation. He heard her screams in pain, the guilt radiating through him like the blood pumping through his veins as he hovered over her, watching in amazement as she just brushed it off of herself, no harm done. Only one person that he'd ever known could do that... but it couldn't be her, could it? It would be too much of a coincidence. Apologizing continually as he extended his hand out to her to help her up on to her feet, his dark brown eyes slowly moved up to meet her eyes.

He moved back a few steps so that she could collect herself, ignoring her harsh words as he stared back into the eyes that he would know anywhere. She looked a little different now, curvier in places and with longer hair, but the smile was the same. That thousand watt smile that made even a man resort to feeling weak at the knees. She was quite simply beautiful. And because her bright smile was contagious, he soon found himself giving her that lopsided smile that she knew so well, some of his pearly whites showing through his slightly parted lips.

"Hells bells, Bonnie!" Kenneth responded with just as much vigor, a sudden whirlwind of excitement running through him as the possibility of a future of more nicknames made itself known to him. He felt her draw nearer, the warmth of her body probably not as warm as his cheeks from the prior embarrassment of letting his anger get the best of him, as he felt her arm around his neck. He remembered a moment like this, only that they were much younger and didn't know the significance. He didn't even think twice as her lips found his, kissing her back as his hand rested on her lower back, simply enjoying the spontaneous moment. He'd missed her and, of course, her lips. It was hard not to, she had been everything he thought about since he went off to school. She was the reason why he did so well, because he wanted to get out as soon as possible to come and look for her. His first love.

And what do you know, she had found him, instead of the other way around.

Kenneth knew what a makeout session was, so he didn't let himself lose control, but his emotions were scattered. They were best friends, the best kind that ever existed, but he knew that things had changed. Did she have another man in her life now? He didn't think so, unless she was just doing this in the spur of the moment. She looked like one of the unattainable girls, the ones that didn't give a guy the time of day, and here she was all over him. He felt her fingers running through his hair, a very nice sensation, he had to say, and both hands found her waist. He'd forgotten what she tasted like, but not her smell.

It might be masked now by perfume, for she wasn't a little girl anymore, but it was still there.

He didn't notice the jock guys at all. He was blocking them out, just concentrating on the girl infront of him. He gave as much as she did, his eyes closed to show that he was enjoying the moment with a grin lining his lips, his lips curving more sharply as he felt the vibration of her giggle against his lips. His whole body felt like it was on fire, as if he would spontaneously combust, and although Ryland wouldn't be hurt by it, he willed himself not to. It had happened before though, but only in his dreams. Dreams that he would never tell a soul, not even his best friend, for it would make anyone blush.

It was getting harder to keep going, didn't she need air? Pssh, who needs air, just kiss the girl, Turner, he thought to himself. As his hand ran through her silky blonde locks, so as to record the feeling in his memory, he then smoothed her hair back out of her face as he slowly pulled away. His dark brown eyes opened to look into hers, the grin softening into a smile as he stared at her. "I missed you, Ry," Kenny said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug, before giving her some space. But he was careful not to blink, for she might just disappear. "I'm sorry about before with the... you know. Are you okay?" He looked her over for any remaining wounds, not sure if her powers had advanced or gotten weaker over the years.

Lyrics: Endlessly, She Said - AFI
Word Count w/ Codes: 972
Tag: Ry-Ry aka Bree-a-bean
Notes: Hotness to the tenth degree XD.

The gate was locked, so I jumped it,
And I let you in, and you stood at
Your door, with your hands on my
Waist, and you kissed me like
You meant it and I knew...

Kenneth hadn't intended to set his childhood friend on fire; in fact, he hadn't intended to use his powers in public at all. But an unprovoked confrontation from some guys who thought themselves better than him only because of the size of their ego wasn't something he took lightly. He wasn't exactly a hostile guy, nor egotistical, but if the situation called for it... well, sometimes things just happened. He wasn't worried at all about that situation though, that was the past, and right now he was too focused on the present with Ryland, trying to decipher between his memories and reality. Ryland had been the first girl that he ever set his sights upon, although he used to show his affections in other ways, like by pulling her hair and chasing after her when they were kids, but as he grew older, he found that he couldn't get her out of his head or another place in his chest.

It was nice to have something permanent in his life, something stable that he knew wouldn't disappear on him when things got bad. Kissing her like he did right now felt completely natural, as if he had been doing this his whole life. This wasn't the first time he had ever kissed a girl, of course, but whenever it was with her, he actually meant it. With other girls prior it was just a game of a cat and mouse. With Ryland, it was a sincere addiction that he couldn't kick, nor did he want to. It was only one kiss, one that lasted more than usual, but it was enough to show him the gates to that special place they often called cloud nine. She knew what she was doing, she was no rookie either, which made him grin against her lips.

Kenneth could see passed her smile and tell that she wasn't too pleased about him breaking the kiss, and in all honestly, all he wanted to do right now was kiss her again. But he had just gotten back in town and he'd already set her on fire, kissed her, and admitted that he'd missed her. It was the best first day of anything that he'd ever had. He felt her hugging him back, before they stood before each other, the height difference alot more obvious now. It wasn't too much, but enough to show that they weren't kids anymore, back when they had been pretty much the same height. He had changed quite a bit, and so had she, but there was still this lingering sense of familiarity that lingered between them, never letting them get uncomfortable as their gazes met.

The young brown-haired pyro found his lips curling into a soft, but still somewhat lopsided, almost devious smile as he looked back at her when she said that she was fine. "Right, sorry, I forgot about that," he said with a firm nod of his head. "How's your life as Superwoman faring? Saved any foolish townies yet from their ultimate doom?" He was only kidding, he used to call her Superwoman back when they were kids. It was a good tease, one that made her jump at him with super tickling powers, but still made her feel good. Superwoman was important, after all, not to mention beautiful. Extremely beautiful. Okay, okay, hot. He chuckled when he heard her contagious laugh, feeling her arms around him again before she pulled away just enough.

Kenny smiled when she said that she missed him too, trying to level it out so that it didn't seem like a smirk. He always used to play the villian whenever they played tag. She would be Superwoman and he would be some guy with an evil laugh that really sounded more like a mischievous chuckle. He never could pull off pure evil. He snapped out of his nostalgic thoughts, a battle about who had been what, when she spoke again. He felt her gaze on him and he met it with confidence and hope. Hope that this would be different, that he wouldn't have to come back for her, because he would never leave. But you never know where life will take you. "It's nice to be back," he agreed, getting a bit excited now and feeling goosebumps on his skin as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

"But everything has changed so much, I think I might have to ask you for a favor... would you mind being my tour guide? I mean, if you're not too busy or anything?" he said, knowing that it sounded a bit silly, but it would serve as an excuse to stay with her and get to know her again, in a sense.

Lyrics: Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional
Word Count w/ Codes: 935
Tag: Ry-Ry aka Bree-a-bean
Notes: Bonnie && Clyde ftw =].