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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Mar 27, 2011 15:25:16 GMT -10
 
it was nice, the way that she thought of room 128 of juniper hall as home. she'd never really been able to call anywhere home before she had come to bouscher -- at least, not since mother dearest decided that she was officially old enough to know the truth. zaryn kate oliver smiled to herself as she shut the door behind her. a quick glance around the dorm told her that her roommate, brooklyn, wasn't there -- which was fine by her, of course. she and dear brookie most definitely didn't get along.
pulling out the notebook she hid in the gap between the mattress and the wall so brooklyn wouldn't find it, zee sank down onto her bed with a sharpie in one hand. pulling the cap off with her teeth, she drew a spiral in black ink on the inside of the notebook's cover. she had always loved the beauty of a good spiral. a perfect circle that somehow seemed to look like it was moving; it was just so pretty. for a moment, she just sat there, cross-legged, on her bed, and admired the perfect little spiraling design.
gently, zaryn opened her beloved notebook to the most recently written on page, just a half-finished song. about carson. it didn't matter that the conflict had been resolved, that everything seemed to be perfect now -- the people who would hear the song didn't have to know that. it captured a moment in time, standing in the snow -- in march -- in the park, talking to him, awkwardness...
the first half of the page was covered in writing; all neatly rounded letters, and full-on circles for dots on the i's and j's, and probably a little bigger than necessary. and the next part of the page was just blank. faint blue lines reaching across the page, endless, taunting her, saying, you haven't finished with me yet. twirling her sharpie around her fingers, zee scanned what she'd written so far.
i'm so glad you made time to see me
how's life? tell me, how's your family?
i haven't seen them in a while
you've been good, busier than ever
we small-talk about the weather working the weather
your guard is up and i know why
'cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind
you gave me roses and i left them there to die
so this is me swallowing my pride
standing in front of you saying i'm sorry for that night
and i go back to december all the time
and what should come next? thinking, zaryn carefully used the black sharpie to draw a heart on her bare left foot. placing the permanent marker on an odd angle on her bedside table, she opened the little drawer and pulled out a new pen, just a plain old ballpoint pen, blue ink.
it turns out freedom isn't ain't nothing but missing you
wishing i'd realized what i had when you were mine
i go back to december, turn around and change my own mind and make it all right
i go back to december all the time
tagged; carson levi williams
word count; five twenty six
wearing; look, it's a link!
title song; wheel of the world, carrie underwood
muse; perfect, hedley
notes; the song she's writing is back to december by taylor swift, but 'tis an original on here
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Post by carson on Apr 6, 2011 16:59:58 GMT -10
Carson couldn't believe how happy he was lately. Well no, that was a lie. He knew why he was so happy. And he would never forget any of it. He just got back together with the one girl he resolved to never stop loving. He still couldn't believe how that day had gone. Standing out there in the snow, long silences, and not to mention the awkward conversation. He hadn't thought it could have ended up so well. He knew that it would take time to actually get back to the way they had been before they had broken up. It had to take some time. But at least this time they knew more about each other. There was nothing to hide.
He stood up from his chair, stretching and grabbing his phone from his desk. He shot off a quick text to his sister before walking over to his bathroom to shower. He felt grimy for some reason, even though he'd done nearly nothing all day. He turned on the warm water before stripping off his clothes and stepping into the steamy liquid. He loved warm showers, a bit too much for his own good. He rubbed peach scented shampoo into his hair, closing his eyes to rinse the suds off. Yes, he was a man and he used peach shampoo. He didn't care. He loved smelling good, and if that meant using fruity shampoos, he'd do it happily.
Carson finished washing up, using his axe body gel to mix with the peachy scent of his hair. When all the suds were off, he turned off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel to dry off with. He walked back to his bedroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. He rifled through his clothes, picking out whatever he felt like. He pulled on those clothes, shoving his feet into a pair of his favorite skate shoes. He pulled his bracelet/watch onto his wrist, as well as clipping a shell necklace around his neck. It sounds girly, but it's really not. He grabbed his phone, chuckling lightly at the text his sister had sent him back.
He put it into his pocket and grabbed his keys from his desk. He fluffed up his hair a little, pulling his Volcom hat over his head, backwards, as usual. He made sure he had everything he needed before heading out the door and locking it behind him. He whistled a small tune under his breath as he walked off towards Zaryn's room. He hadn't said anything to her about visiting, and he always loved surprising her. He walked to her floor, finding her door, a large grin on his face. He knocked, before calling out in a very high voice, "Housekeeping!!" He chuckled, leaning against the opposite wall as he waited for Zaryn to come and open the door to let him in.
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGING ZARYN* !
WORDS ENOUGH..* !
WEARING CLOTHES* !
NOTES SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!* !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION ![/COLOR][/FONT] |
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