it's not originally by me.. i got it from yahoo~
love ot so much~~ maybe because the guy's name is leo.. lol makes me think of leonardo dicaprio... hahaha enjoy..
It was cold in the early morning, but it felt somewhat warm when he was behind me. My protector, companion, and now my own personal heater. We walked together onto the school grounds and he took my backpack from me every morning when my mom had driven away. I turned and couldn’t help but smiling. His perfect stance towered over me like a battle tower. Although his body looked of a violent person’s body, his face was gentle and always understanding, warm, and inviting with every smile he threw at me, or just about anybody else.
He jerked a smile at me, threw my backpack up in the frozen air from behind his back, and caught it without looking. I smiled. “You are such a show-off, I swear.” I rescued my backpack from being thrown in the air further more. “Hey not my fault your backpack is bigger than you. It looks like you can barely carry it,” he exclaimed. “I’m the one trying to be the good person and carry it,” he said, putting his sculptured arm out and expecting me to give him my backpack. I smiled and nodded “No” and he grinned that irresistible grin that could have made me faint this very second if I hadn’t experienced it before. I laughed in defeat, “No fair!” He laughed and swung my backpack around his toned and extravagant shoulders.
I had sometimes caught myself looking at him for more than five minutes, which was embarrassing most of the time. He didn’t mind when he caught me doing it though, because he was mostly staring at me and of course listening to the teacher at the same time. Even though it was cold enough to where I could see my breath, he had a white button up shirt on with the dog tag necklace he wore everyday. Not a single hair on his arm rose up; never has he been cold.
The morning was cold, as I had said before and now I was shivering. My protective heater took care of that, and now it felt as if there was no cold, like the both of us were looking out from inside. It felt like this all the time when we were alone. As if we were somewhere far from here; it was unexplainable how I felt around him. His warm smelling breath reaching my ice solid ear had disrupted my other ways of describing how I always felt about him.
“Come, I’ll take you somewhere warm,” and he turned and crouched down for me to hop onto his huge back. This had been a first, a piggyback ride. I hesitated for a second, wondering where he was taking me. Then again, he always had his ways of surprising me. I took another cold breath, hopped on, and he walked slowly to the field of the school.
I lingered behind his back, enjoying the ride. He was always too cautious with me to run or go more than one mile an hour when he did anything with me, especially something like this. Sometimes I wondered why he was always too careful like I was a fragile to him. I didn’t mind sometimes; the longer I was near him, the longer his sweet scent of cinnamon apples contaminated my lungs and not to mention my clothes. I found it interesting and strange that this whole time he was carrying me, he seemed not to be using any of his muscles, nor did his voice become strained like it would with anybody else who has carried me. I decided to make a comment and see where it led. “Hey teddy bear, did you go to piggyback riding camp and learn how to carry somebody for hours?” I said, horsing around with his lightly damped bronze hair. It was slicked back today, but as always, naturally slicked back. He chuckled and shook his head. “If it were anybody else, I would have dropped them already,” he responded. I could tell I was blushing and I hid my face beneath his neck and along his shoulder. “Hmmm, you smell good,” I retorted and closed my eyes and took a deep breath of his scent again, hoping it would stay with me forever.
“Okay, lets start climbing” he said, interrupting my intake of his scent. He crouched down and my feet met the frost-covered grass. It made a crunching sound when my feet crushed down on it, breaking the covering of ice. I looked up. We were in the middle of the field, and I was staring at the largest tree we had. He looked up at it and smiled. “Let’s go, we’ll miss it,” he said and he stretched his arm out toward me. “Miss what?” I couldn’t help but asking. I think he muttered the words, “Always impatient” and smiled at me again without answering.
I eyed him and I held out my hand; he griped it firmly and cautioned me up the tree. I don’t think I’ve tripped, fell, or dropped anything since I’ve met Leo. That was just Leo, always behind me, watching my every step. He did just about everything for me without concerning me. Not like it was a bad thing or anything, but I just know that he is always reliable to count on. He was like my own personal bodyguard, but we were both unconditionally in love with each other.
He guided me to the strongest branch on the top of the tree, and then I knew what he was talking about. The sun rose just above the light Blue Mountains, making a yellowish rim across the mountain. The half-dark, half-light sky made a perfect bow on the top and the both of us watching it together made it simply perfect. He then held me tighter in his muscular arms and laid his head gently on top of mine. “My favorite part of the day,” he spoke and we looked on to the mountains. I closed my eyes and just imagined us somewhere else where it was deserted and it was just the two of us, somewhere where we could be together. He released me and I felt the cold touch my back again, I looked around, frightened. “Hey,” he said back up at me; he was already on the ground.
He spread out his arms and said the words I didn’t think he was going to say. “Trust me,” he spoke softly and he smiled up at me. “I will always trust you,” I said back to him and looked down. I had a worried look on my face, so he comforted me further more. “You know I would never drop you,” he said coming closer, this time making a loving smile with his eyes. I blushed, took a deep breath, leaped from the trunk of the tree, and felt the cold air whip through me. My landing was good though. His protective arms swung around me like a cradle from the cold ground. His warm breath filled my lungs again and contaminated my clothes. I opened my eyes and he smiled at me in a sort of cockiness. “You though I was going to drop you!” he said, laughing and holding me closer. The breath of his laugh was so intoxicating that I didn’t know what he said after.
“I knew you were going to catch me, but not if you were going to hold onto me,” I explained while I was still wrapped in his arms. He snorted. “Well, the scary part’s over now,” he teased. I hugged him closer and buried my head into his chest, as if there was anywhere to go.
Jia Yun and Ira
We r so Happy! hahaha
Kening with my guitar
The girls
Jue and nabil
ira.. aim.. yoke.. hanun
saper tuh kat bawah nung!! hahaha