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Post by megan ralston on Dec 28, 2009 7:27:40 GMT
Megan♫ Sitting in the corner
Lost, alone, and scarred
She said to no one
When no one was there
I want to be a part
of your little world
only so I can see
that it's a place
I don't belong in The brunette felt unnerved as she wandered through the mall. After being in the city...everything felt just a bit smaller.
Megan Ralston sat with her back to the fountain in the middle of the mall in her new town. She sat quietly reading the Uglies books by Scott Westerfield, not caring who looked at her weirdly for sitting on the ground. The girl was new to the town, and knew it was only a matter of time (and luck) until some bitchy preps or begging meganerds came up to her.
But boys were somethign she wasn't worried about. She knew she should be-you can't be a natural d-cup without anyone ever trying to cop a feel in your entire life.
Not to mention the fact of her old boyfriend...
'No!' Megan reminded herself silently. 'You don't spare a passing thought to that disgusting perv. He doesn't deserve your brilliant mind-you have much better things to use that on.'
"Hmm...It's kinda lonely here. I hope Renee calls soon...dumb dad, making us pick up and move to a whole 'nother country...
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Post by james owens on Dec 29, 2009 0:07:39 GMT
 James Owens was a sophmore. A baby-faced sophmore with angelic features that just happened to make him charm every girl he saw. Not to mention these ruddy Americans and non-European people that overpopulated his new school - the majority of them being girls - sqeeled in delight at his accent. Whispering about him to their friends... ;He's English!' It got rather annoying, unless of course, the girl was pretty.
The majority of girls he had met so far he couldn't remember. There were two, however, that stuck in his head. Sabrina McGetton. She was a year ten, very pretty, and she was English. She didn't sqeel at his accent either. She was very cool. Then there was Lena Bellwood. Excellent person to get high with, she was in his year, too. She was pretty, and sweet and... musically putting it, yow!
Like normal, the baby-faced James had his Hofneir bass strung around his shoulder, resting on his hip, upside down on acount of his left-handedness. This job, music, yes, he loved it but it was so unstable. He had been working on a book, based on a novel he had already read, but he couldn't keep his mind off of music. He was writing a song about the book, about wanting a new job. It was a sure-fire hit, he thought.
Looking at the girl as he walked through the mall, absently strumming his Hofneir. When he got to her, he sat down, peeking over her shoulder, pretending to glance at the book. Was he really looking at the book? Hell no.
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Post by megan ralston on Dec 29, 2009 18:33:36 GMT
Blushing softly, Megan realized someone was sitting right behind her. She closed her book, smiling softly;
"Is it the book you were looking at, or is there something more interesting laying on my chest?" She turned around. Her eyes met the soft, angelic features of a boy. He sat with a Hofneir bass halfway on his lap.
"My name is Megan Ralston." She purred softly. Observing his baby soft features, she gathered that this was probably one of the more popular boys; obviously, a fellow musician, and definatly hot. She blushed softly, wondering just how her mind always managed to get on the subject of looks; she didn't want to be shallow! I mean she didn't even know this guy's personality...he could be a jerk off for all she knew!
"So I can assume you play in a band." She reasoned softly. She felt a little know tie up in her stomach, something very uncommon to her; where did all her spunk run off to?!? She fiddled with her glasses nervously, waiting for a reply.
ooc; elongated ;D Sorry, I seem to be having trouble with my muse lately.
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Post by james owens on Dec 29, 2009 20:10:35 GMT
OOC/: Sorry, I thought I had posted. ^^"
Innocently ignoring her first question as he tore his eyes away from her chest, he looked at her sweetly and said, "I'm James Owens." Flairing his Liverpudlian accent. He made sure she would know he was English by the end of his first word. James looked down at his Hofneir. Oh, how he loved it. He loved it more than any girl. He didn't love it more then his mates, though. He had heard that one of them transfered to Starlight. If he had, James hadn't met up with him yet.
"I'm a bass player." He said. Of course he was a bass player. Duh. He scolded himself mentally. You've got a fragging bass sitting on you! Of course, it was likely she wouldn't know what a bass was, some girls were really that stupid not to know. He looked at her kindly, not knowing how she would respond to it.
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Post by megan ralston on Jan 3, 2010 0:42:16 GMT
"Really? You looked like a drummer to me." Megan murmured sarcastically. She smiled up at him, green and brown eyes alight-and they were green AND brown, NOT hazel. That bugged her so much- "You conveniently skipped by my first little question, babyface." She murmured nonchalantly. She twisted the stud ear ring in her ear, a nervous little habit she had. But all signs of nervousness were gone as she slid up from the floor to sit on the edge of the fountain next to the fellow musician-well, not really fellow; she was more into orchestra music when it came to playing, but she loved to listen to country music whenever the oppurtunity arose; she nearly always had one earbud in her ear, the other out so she could be aware of her surrondings. It always bugged her when she missed something.
Another peice of black hair fell over her glasses, making her look undeniably cute. She pulled her hand up to brush it out of the way, but a sudden impulse told her to leave it there and see if James said anything about how it made her look. She fluffed the rest of her bangs, smirking.
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Post by james owens on Jan 3, 2010 6:50:10 GMT
James laughed when she called him a drummer. "Alright, I lied. I am a drummer." he joked. James smirked and looked at her, saying sweetly, "So, what are you reading?" James basically knew that he was implying that he was staring at Megan's chest. He looked at the girl as the peice of hair fell into her face.
The girl was already attactive, but that pushed her over the edge. "Your hair looks very... wonderfully tussled." James said, having a charmer little impulse to push the hair out of her face and kiss her. He knew she may find that creepy, though. He felt his shoulder muscules tightening.
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Post by megan ralston on Jan 3, 2010 16:55:00 GMT
James laughed when she called him a drummer. "Alright, I lied. I am a drummer." he joked. James smirked and looked at her, saying sweetly, "So, what are you reading?" James basically knew that he was implying that he was staring at Megan's chest. He looked at the girl as the peice of hair fell into her face.
The girl was already attactive, but that pushed her over the edge. "Your hair looks very... wonderfully tussled." James said, having a charmer little impulse to push the hair out of her face and kiss her. He knew she may find that creepy, though. He felt his shoulder muscules tightening.
She smiled softly, scuffling her feet on the ground. "It's this book called Extras-It's the last book in a series called Uglies. It's about how thousands of years in the future they found a way to make society great; when you turned sixteen, you get an opperation to make you look supermodel beautiful and-" "Your hair looks wonderfully tussled."Her heart skipped a beat. So he did notice! She blushed softly. "Thanks. I have to spend a lot of time on it in the morning or my hair is so curly you can't see me through it!" That much was true. When she didn't straighten her hair, she had black 'curly-q's all over her head, making her look five. She smiled to herself as she accidentally brushed against James. But was it accidental? Or was it fate? |
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Post by james owens on Jan 4, 2010 11:39:30 GMT
"It sounds nice." James said, acctually thinking, It sounds like something only a chic would read. Then again, Megan was a chic. When she brushed agaist him, he looked over to her, smiled, and picked up his cute little Hofneir bass. He began to play, but quickly stopped his trippy fingers that were running along the neck of the bass. " Would... you like to hear my new song? It's... It's about my mum." He said, not letting the tears come to his eyes.
No, he wouldn't let them win. He wouldn't cry infront of this girl. No matter how many drugs he had started using, no matter how much he smoked, drank, flirted... They were all just things to cover up the death. It was hard, dealing with the loss of you mum. So very hard. He sighed, a small tear coming to his eye and he sniffled it away. No! Be a man. She died nearly four weeks ago! He mentally scolded himself.
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Post by megan ralston on Jan 4, 2010 20:07:48 GMT
"It sounds nice." James said, acctually thinking, It sounds like something only a chic would read. Then again, Megan was a chic. When she brushed agaist him, he looked over to her, smiled, and picked up his cute little Hofneir bass. He began to play, but quickly stopped his trippy fingers that were running along the neck of the bass. " Would... you like to hear my new song? It's... It's about my mum." He said, not letting the tears come to his eyes.
No, he wouldn't let them win. He wouldn't cry infront of this girl. No matter how many drugs he had started using, no matter how much he smoked, drank, flirted... They were all just things to cover up the death. It was hard, dealing with the loss of you mum. So very hard. He sighed, a small tear coming to his eye and he sniffled it away. No! Be a man. She died nearly four weeks ago! He mentally scolded himself.
The black haired girl gave him a softer, more kindly smile. "I would absolutely love to James."She don't know what egged her to do it, but she cuddled up to him, hoping she could offer some comfort in the warmth of her arms. There were many questions buzzing about in her mind- how did his mother die? Does his father take care of him? Did he need to talk about it? Was he single? Wait...single? Why was the question in there? She dismissed it softly, looking down at his hands and waiting patiently for him to start the song. |
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Post by james owens on Jan 4, 2010 20:36:27 GMT
James nodded, attempting to whipe the tears away, but only more came. He picked up his bass, steady in his hands, and his fingers started tripping over the chords. It was a few seconds before he started to sing, but when he did, it was soft, but only at first. It turned into a cascading melody of love of the departed. "♫ Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away... Now it looks as though they're here to stay, oh, I believe, in yesterday..." He paused, looking soberly at Megan with a tear in his eye, before continueing with the the beautiful melody. "♫ Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be... There's a shadow hanging over me... Oh, Yesterday, came suddenly..." He paused for a moment, looking at Megan with a rough, weak smile.
"♫ Why she, Had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said something wrong now I long for yesterday... Yesterday, Love was such an easy game to play... Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I belive, in yesterday..." James' voice seemed like a waterfall, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, gushing with emotian. "♫ Why she had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say, I said something wrong, now I long for yes-ter-da-ay-ay-ay..." Another swift look at Megan, and he ended the song with a type of rythmical humming, that went along with the first verse. "♫ Hmm, mm, mm, mm, hmm, hmm hmm..." James looked to the girl, who was now curled up against him.
He knew what she was thinking. She was thinking what everyone thought when they heard his song. How did she die? He wasn't going to hold it back any longer. He couldn't. The tears were falling down from his hazel eyes. "She drowned." He nearly whimpered.
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Post by megan ralston on Jan 4, 2010 21:04:09 GMT
By now, a tear was sliding down Megan's pale face. She wrapped her arms tightly around the crying boy. "I'm so sorry James..." She squeezed his thin waist, loving the soft, warm feeling she got. She felt so sorry for him...to have no one around to mother you...to baby you...to be proud of you. Both her parents were alive-she suddenly felt very lucky. She petted James's hair, another tear threatening to wetten her cheek. "The song was beautiful..." without thinking, she leaned over and kissed his head comfortingly, like a mother would to a child.
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Post by james owens on Jan 4, 2010 21:45:19 GMT
James gave up and let the tears roll down his cheeks. "This is stupid," He mubled, whiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't know why I'm crying..." He mumbled, watching the tears fall down onto his bass. When she gave him a hug, it was a different feeling. It wasn't like snogging. Snogging wasn't a comforting feeling at all. Hugs were. "Thank you..."
That song, it wasn't for any song. He played it when he was down. It wasn't like his other, peppy songs that he played to flirt. No, 'Yesterday' as he was calling it, was a song about true emotian. He took a long sleve and whiped the tears of of the guitar. When she kissed him, it was so motherly, more tears sprung to his eyes. He couldn't help thinking about the last time his mother had done that to him. When he was a good boy, going to a nice private art school, but not any more. He looked at Megan, and his heart tugged at his chest.
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Post by megan ralston on Jan 16, 2010 1:46:45 GMT
(sorry I havent posted lately, only aloud on on weekends.)
The teen smiled softly at the boy. "Sometimes ignorance is bliss...if you knew why you were crying, you might not let yourself cry." She rolled her brown eyes at herself; her words tended to go around in circles sometimes. Her gaze met James's, looking into the tearful orbs.
"Hey...why don't we go do something. We can go to the music store and share what music we like; just something to get this off your mind." She looked down at her hands, frowning. "I can assume it's not easy to deal with...I'm really sorry James...Just tell me if you want to talk about it-or if you don't. Whatever makes you feel better is what I'll do."
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