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Post by Dominic Cooper on Apr 26, 2008 17:45:48 GMT -5
What would a young, fine man be doing in an ordinary, free day like this? Dom wasn't sure 'where' he'd spend the time, just not 'how' he'd spend the time. Of course, running low on money would shorten his options. He could either take a free, chocolate ice cream-less walk, or play for a few minutes to earn a few coins. To his boyscout credit, he had brought with him his guitar (for no particular reason really), just in case.
He ended up entertaining one family, who's three kids were glad to hear him. It was touching really, their enthusiasm with his performance. However, the eldest kid, maybe around high school age, got all... well, crazy. She would sit beside him, laugh in the loudest manner. It creeped him. But, later on, he figured out that it was for the best. The kid was the father's favorite and she begged him to pay high.
Dom had received more than what he deserved. Oh well, enough ice cream for five. He quickly pocketed the money, debating whether he should look around for more people to play to or should he just stay put. He chose the latter, and ended up sitting on the bench, strumming and singing by himself.
For a moment, he goofed around his instrument, until the next strong breeze brought in a string of orange-colored leaves from the trees. He paused, looked up and took the time to relax. The past few months have been crazy; caffeine based hyperactivity, family visiting the college, pregnant sister-in-law, upcoming mid-terms. Even he was astounded by his capabilities. Who could stay up late, entertain guest, and get attacked by hyperactivity without ending up frowning? That was Dom for sure, although the last part, he wasn't too confident on that.
A crowd passed, then another. He was tempted to join them. However, there were two reasons why he didn't. First, he was not acquainted with them, and second, he did not feel good with unknown groups. He decided not to join them, and opted to hope for a good company... and soon, please.
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Post by Melissa Jameson on Apr 26, 2008 18:27:43 GMT -5
The school was starting to get a little too cramped for Melissa's liking. Yes, the small town was a break from the ordinary for her, but she was getting sort of bored with the same old scenery every day. So, she'd decided that the only way to remedy this was to go somewhere she hadn't since she'd started attending Hastings. She'd gone through town, into the many shops, and she'd even already visited Hartford. Of course, in a place like Hartford, she wasn't going to be able to see the whole place in one visit.
Still, she had no urge to drive all the way there. For a while, her plight seemed hopeless. She was almost afraid that she would be doomed to wander the halls of the school in search of something to do. Which, as everyone knows, is totally cool. Her spirits were lifted, though, shen she finally remembered a place she had yet to see.
The park in the middle of Easton was said to be a peaceful place. She liked peaceful places. It wasn't very far, which was promising. In case she got bored, she could quickly return to her oh-so-eventful existance at the University. Dressed well for the slightly cool weather, she wore jeans, a couple layers of tee shirt, and a cute jacket. Who says one can't look good on a bum day? Ari Porter would surely agree with her on that aspect of life.
As she entered the park, her eyes brightened up at the amount of green that was still left. This far into September, she was glad to see that the summer was trying to hold on. Fall was a great time of year, and all, but summer was just so much more lively. And it was warmer. Melissa hated being cold. She was not looking forward to the Winter, that much she was certain about. When that time came, she would be found bundled up next to a fire as much as she could waiting for spring to rear it's lovely head.
Melissa walked non-chalantly through the trees, no real destination in mind. Her head perked up as she head music playing in the distance. As she got closer, she realized that she recognized that voice. She could feel a blush rise up on her cheeks but she shoved it away with a shake of her head. It was dumb to be getting worked up. She might have been hearing wrong, and it was someone completely different.
Alas, it was not. She rounded a corner and came upon a familiar sight. A smile reached her lips as she got closer to him. It wouldn't hurt to start a conversation, right? No. They were friends, after all.
"Hey." she said, sitting down next to him. "Getting rich, are we?"
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Post by Dominic Cooper on Apr 27, 2008 19:30:56 GMT -5
He returned to his strumming (plucking actually), and actually tried to sing along. Partly forgetting the lyrics, he continued, no trace of embarrassment on his face. It was his song after all, and he had the say if he could murder it or not. Anyway, it was still in WIP mode, so he really did not mind humming half the song, and passersby gave little notice to him. Maybe this was a good time to write the unfinished half. Casting aside the want for good company, he started to brainstorm.
A few moments after, he was still brainstorming, no ideas rushing in his big empty head. No muse. It was one of Dom's not really loved moments.
"Hey… Getting rich are we?"
Alright, so after giving up on good company, one came along. He was surprised; she was too much good of a company, and she wasn't a familiar face in this place. No, not at all complaining… in fact it was quite contrary, although in addition was an element of surprise. He tried switching the unfinished song to another. Without thinking, his chords slide neatly to a tune he recognized as Name by the Goo Goo Dolls. Now that's what I call muse. Thought he; it was the song he last heard on the radio awhile ago and now his fingers were doing nearly the same chords he heard.
"Mhmm." He answered as he nodded, giving her a smile along the actions. He tried not to stare, really, but found that he couldn't. At least blushing was out of his actions at the moment. "I have enough to buy us ice cream"
He stopped playing and leaned back, resting both his arms on the head of the guitar. Not being able to finish his song was the least of his problems. Trying hard to act like a real best friend was his challenge for the moment. It was a highly uncomfortable position. He wasn't much of an actor, but with his desire not to look like a fool, he was confident enough not to give anything away.
"So, what's up with you?" He asked, sincerely curious as to what she had been doing. He hadn't seen her for a few hours. She should've done a lot in the given time span. "Writing a romance? Doing essays? Writing school paper articles?"
She was probably the only one Dom could think of as a writing addict. She was always writing something, somewhere, sometimes… at least to him. In fact, he admired her passion for writing. Not to mention that she had an actual flair. Dom was only good with big words, but not with the rest of the elements needed for writing.
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Post by Melissa Jameson on Apr 27, 2008 19:57:29 GMT -5
Melissa also recognized the song he slipped into playing, but couldn't put her finger on it. She knew she'd heard it somewhere, but the name escaped her. She hated when that would happen. Having something on the tip of her tongue, but not quite getting it until hours later. She was pretty much confident that later that day the name would pop in her head and she would feel silly for not being able to think of it sooner.
It didn't much matter at the moment, though. She was just content being able to hear him play. She knew he was extremely gifted in the music department. She wasn't sure just how many instruments he did play, but she was sure that it was a hell of a whole lot more than she could. Her only instrument was the pencil. Funny as that was.
Melissa gave a little giggle at his comment. "I guess that does make you rich." She had to force herself to look away from him for a second before she got lost in his gaze. She didn't know why she found it so easy to just stare at him. She figured part of it was because his eyes were just so pretty. The other part, she guessed, was due to that strange feeling she got around him anymore. The one that was causing her to search for words where they once so easily came.
The girl suddenly felt as if something was missing and realized that Dominic had stopped playing his guitar. She resisted the urge to frown, desperately trying to keep her casual smile in place. Even if she wasn't feeling casual at all. Pulling her legs up close to her body, she positioned herself directly facing him. She figured this would be better than having to sit at an angle.
Melissa finally trusted herself to look back at him finding that she was entrapped in his eyes once again. She made a mental note to try to be stronger about that. He would get suspicious if she suddenly started gawking retardedly. No one wanted to see that.
"Well, yes, actually." she replied, her eyes lighting up at one of her favorite topics. "I'm currently in the middle of a mean editorial for the newpaper. I don't want to brag, but, I think you just might be impressed."
"What about you? Any new songs to report?"
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Post by Dominic Cooper on Apr 28, 2008 6:58:20 GMT -5
"By the way, that was Name by the Goo Goo Dolls" He said, telling her the title of the song he played earlier. He knew her long enough to know that the expression she gave him was that of a searching look, meaning, she probably forgot what the title was. He found that oddly cute.
He looked away from her for awhile, mainly because she suddenly caught him (to him it did look like she did) staring at her. It was rather tensing; a knot formed at his stomach, and he felt butterflies, and all that jazz.
His quick and only response to her comment after the giggle was a laugh. What a friend... just two minutes ago he was all silent and sentimental and tired. Returning his sights on her, it was the first time that he noticed what she was wearing. It was another one of her infamous 'cute' clothes ensembles he was used to seeing. Alright so he was getting carried away, but at least he was feeling less conscious as he faced her, practically copying what her position was. Lovely.
"Editorial, eh?" He said, nodding in amazement. She was a freshman and she's already writing editorials. He couldn't even get in the newspaper. "That's good, definitely good. Awesome."
Alright, so this string of praise words started coming off his mouth, but it was actually in the middle that he noticed it. Even his quick wit could not save him now. Thankfully, she asked about songs, and it was his turn to brighten up.
"Nothing original, but I've come up with a few." He explained, and to demonstrate, strung a few notes from the song Chariot, which Gavin DeGraw released a few years ago. He had come across that a few days ago, and though he originally played it on the piano, found that using the guitar gave it a bit of 'Dominic' in it. He started singing (getting carried away, actually) and then stopped.
"Staring at a maple leaf, Leaning on the-- Oh, sorry. I got carried away" He grinned sheepishly. What a total mess. It was a good thing what he was doing was normal behavior, only this was much more klutzy.
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Post by Melissa Jameson on Apr 28, 2008 21:52:44 GMT -5
Melissa snapped her fingers. "That's right. I totally knew that." It was sort of strange how he happened to know what she had been thinking. It may have creeped some other people out, but Melissa was quite flattered. She liked that fact that he seemed to know her so well. It was refreshing to have a man pay attention to what she thought about. Especially since it was this man.
Melissa didn't notice that he also looked away from her. Perhaps they looked away at the same time. No, she hadn't noticed that he had been staring at her. She was too caught up in the fact that she was trying not to stare at him. If she had known that she was making him feel better, she would have been flattered by that as well. Knowing that spending time with her made him happy was enough to make her happy. Though, she hoped it didn't make him unhappy. Considering they were best friends. That would just be awkward.
Honestly, Melissa hadn't even noticed what he was wearing. At first, she was too captivated by his eyes, and then she was trying to keep from staring. Which was proving more and more difficult by the minute.
She giggled once again. "It is pretty awesome." Melissa was proud of herself for keeping her cool. She was actualyl doing a good job so far of not blubbering like an idiot. Hopefully she could keep it that way. "Oh, really?" she said in response to his new songs. She briefly wondered what he had learned before he started performing it.
If she thought it was hard to keep her cool before, the difficulty meter was turned up a notch as he started to sing. It was that raspy, natural voice that she loved. She recognized the song, but he was putting a new spin on it. She liked it. She could feel her face growing hot, and tried desperatly to keep herself from blushing. Though, this was proving impossible. Also, she felt as if that staring thing was creeping up on her, threatening to take over. She hoped he didn't notice, but with her luck, he probably did.
As he stopped, Melissa realized that she had been holding her breath the whole time, and inhaled, relieving her lungs. "No, that was good." she said, an octave too high. She cleared her throat before going on. "I - I liked it a lot."
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Post by Dominic Cooper on May 6, 2008 7:27:40 GMT -5
"Of course you do", said he, laughing as she snapped her fingers. Although the laugh was more of a cover up. He wasn't much of a psychic, that much he knew, and based his assumptions on her body language. Would she feel creeped out by that? He was, by no means, a stalker, but he already knew how to predict her feelings based on her moves. For example, he knew at least five types of her laugh; one for covering something up (like what he was doing), another for... well, being happy, one for purely diplomatic reasons, for corny jokes and the last, he really wasn't sure of (and he didn't really want to get his hopes high), but he could only hear it when they're together.
Speaking of laugh, he was enjoying himself... with her. Completely setting aside the fact that any normal boy would whenever he was with a crush, he was geniunely happy. That's what best friends are for, right? Though it would've been nice if he could talk about his feelings freely. He was that kind of guy. He was like an open book towards Melissa; anything on his mind would be in hers in a matter of seconds. He couldn't keep a secret, with a few exceptions of course (but then, that would've been a different story).
Looking down at his shirt as to stop looking at her, he suddenly had the desire to change into something more... nice. He was very nitpicky with prints on his shirts usually, but this time, he seemed to have forgotten that today was a blue friday shirt day. In place of that, was a plain orange shirt. His shoes did not match. Then again, and left orange converse paired with a black one was kinda decent. Kinda.
"It is. I'm really proud of you, Lissy" He said letting the ends of his eyes crinckle as he smiled. Then he had to go boasting about a song, which she briefly replied with a statement. He laughed softly, not really knowing how to react. Then without warning, his fingers started to move on it's own. He had the sense to shut up, but she seemed to have enjoyed that.
"I - I liked it a lot."
Alright so she did. And whatever will make her happy, Dom was willing to do. "Alright then. One.. two.. three... four"
"Staring at a maple leaf..." He continued to sing the song, closing his eyes as his head fell back. But.. he quickly opened his eyes, looking at Melissa to see what her expression would be. Now was the best time to catch a glimpse of her.
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>> Sorreh for the delay... I apologize a thousand times ^^
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Post by Melissa Jameson on May 7, 2008 23:01:03 GMT -5
((It's totally okay! You explained it so it's cool!))
Melissa wouldn't have been creeped out at all if she knew he could judge how she felt by her body language. For one, she would be a lot more paranoid that he would know her deep dark secrets. But, mostly she would be flattered. She would think it very sweet that he learned to read her so well. Of course, Melissa did know a thing or two about how to read him as well. She could tell when he had something he wanted to say, but was holding back. She could see when he was sad, even if he was smiling. And sometimes, she could even tell when he was lying to her. Creepy was nowhere near her mind on that subject.
The Freshman could also agree that she was enjoying herself. Then again she always did when she was around him. He knew how to make her happy when she was down. Not that she was sad about anything at that particular moment. She was glad that he felt he could tell her anything, because she knew she could say anything to him. Almost anything. Some things were better kept to herself for the moment. Who knew? Maybe one day she would work up the courage to express her feelings. Of course there was always the worry that if, by some miracle they did end up together, it would end bad and she would no longer have her best friend. She didn't expect that to happen, but it was still a risk. She was pretty sure, though, that it was one she was willing to take.
Personally, Melissa had always liked the way he was dressed. It was so very...him. Unique, she guessed. It was all a part of who he was.
She made a face at his words. "Ah, you know I hate it when you call me that." she said in a mock annoyed voice. She'd never liked the nickname Lissy. Of course, it was much better than if anyone had tried to call her Me-Me. She would have to do something...violent to whomever called her that next. She was happy though, because he'd said that he was proud of her. "I don't think you need to be proud. It's just one editorial." She didn't see it as a big deal.
She bit her lip as he started playing again to keep her smile from growing too wide and ridiculous. He must have been getting a kick out of teasing he like that. And she wondered if he knew how seductive his singing really was. Melissa knew she wasn't the only one affected by it. On the occaasions that she had been around while he was playing for money, she would see the looks on almost any of the teenage girls' faces. For some reason, she would find herself getting angry or jealous if he would talk to them afterward. She tried to push it away, knowing she had no right, but sometimes it just couldn't be helped.
Needless to say, she was completely entranced once again as he continued with the song. She was finding it more and more difficult not to stare. Stupid feelings.
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Post by Dominic Cooper on May 8, 2008 9:05:43 GMT -5
Near to letting go the fact that he was anxious about his shirt, he shrugged it off completely. He had bigger problems to think of. Besides, knowing Melissa, he figured she wouldn't mind whatever he'd wear. As long as he would still look decent and rockin' awesome. "Do I? Oh yes I do." He said, fooling around. Lissy never was a good name for Melissa. But, it was his special teasing nickname for her. It was something he'd call her whenever he'd be in a terribly hyperactive mode, which he was starting to be in a matter of minutes. Then again, if she'd get annoyed, he'd be bound to stop in a second. He knew his parameters. Anyway, speaking of the editorial, who was she to be humble? As far as he was concerned, only hotshot writers would be able to write on the school paper. And mind, how many of the writers were freshmen? He didn't really know how many exactly, but he was sure it would fit in his ten fingers. "Aw come on, you... humble and all. Fine, go and be that way, but I'm going to tell everyone that the article was made by my bestfriend" The words seem to have rolled off easily off his tongue, but it was hard to rip out the last term. Bestfriend. Right. If only he had the guts. Yeah yeah, alright, he was a chicken. It was definitely something he needed to get out. Not in a rush really, but hopefully, soon. Maybe that was the reason why he started strumming; to get distracted. Returning his eyes at Melissa as he was halfway through the first part of the song, his grin, although not that visible, was getting bigger and bigger. Soon. He figured, finally making up his mind. He'd tell her soon. What a perfect song. A few moments after, he realized that he was about to finish. Funnily, he had forgotten how he had performed in the middle. Then again, he always was in a different world when he was singing. Everything vanishes, only him and the instrument, and his voice, and... his inspirations. "Oh chariot I'm singing out loud... To guide me, Give me your strength" He stopped, savouring the last string plucked, the sound vibrating softly as he converted his voice into light hums, then finally stopping. There was a feeling of accomplishment on his heart, and a feeling of being complete. It was something familiar to him after every performance, the effect of his ecstasy in playing. "You know what I would like right now?" Asked he, a few moments after he had returned to his earlier self. "I would like to take a walk. Would you?"
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Post by Melissa Jameson on May 8, 2008 12:01:57 GMT -5
She didn't mind so much that he teased her like that. If it had been anyone else, though, it would have been extremely annoying. He was exempt from something like that by the mere fact of who he was. He could have called her Bambi and she wouldn't care. Though, she couldn't imagine why he would call her that. She didn't think she looked much like a deer.
She wasn't sure if she considered herself a hotshot writer. She had gone out for the school paper because it would help to get her a better job, and because she loved the atmosphere of working at a real paper. It was rushed and busy, and sometimes stressful, but she loved it all the same. She had been surprised when the had let her on the paper. She wasn't sure if she had what it took to compete with the elite and the experienced. But, she did have to say that so far she was holding her own. Which was more than she had hoped for.
Best friend. Somehow that didn't seem like the proper ending to that sentence. Melissa felt a strange pang in the pit of her stomach but shoved it away in an attempt to stay happy. "You do that." she said, managing to hold on to her dignity.
Melissa was more of a coward than Dominic in that area. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but she didn't know if she could bring herself to do it. She could tell him anything else that came to her mind, no matter how stupid it was and not give it a second thought. However, this one thing, probably the most important thing she had to say, she could barely bring herself to think about when she was around him. It was kind of maddening. She wondered if he ever had this problem with anyone else. Oh, there went that jealousy thing again. She had to work on that.
Looking at him as he played, Melissa once again got the feeling of how much he loved to do it. She didn't know why he didn't major in it. Well, that wasnt true, she knew why. She just wished he would stand up to his father and tell him how much he loved his instruments. She didn't understand having a family that wasn't supportive of her dreams. Her mother and father had always supported her dreams, no matter how silly they were. Like the time when she was five years old and wanted to be a professional ice cream tester. Her mother had even gone out and bought her the mini spoon things and about ten different flavors of ice cream so she could "practice". Her smile widened at the memory and she pushed away the sadness that always accompanied thoughts of her mother. Now was a happy time and she didn't want to ruin it.
She was almost shocked by his question, which was a silly thing to be shocked by. "Sure." she answered.
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Post by Dominic Cooper on May 10, 2008 9:49:03 GMT -5
He supposed he could call her anything, considering that he'd known her too long. Then again, he knew his limits. She wasn't particularly known for her irritated reactions, and he very much preferred not to. But the idea could be much tempting. How about Bambi? That sounded nice, although he had to find yet an occasion to call her that.
He wasn't at all surprised with her getting in the school paper. Maybe because way back when they were in highschool, he had observed that she was a very good writer, be it on messenger chatting (seriously, she had big words that made his nose bleed) or occasional mails. It was like, premade for her even before she had came to a point where she had to decide. Somehow, the only place he could imagine seeing her work would be at the New york times or the Washington Post.
"I sure will!" He said affirmatively, although deep down he knew he didn't have the heart. He knew Melissa would know that too. Anything that she'd do, he'd do too. If she wanted to be all anonymous and unknown, he'd help. It would be much better if it was the other way around though.
Proof that he was much more of a coward (in general terms); he couldn't even stand up for his love. Well, love for music that is. He had shown a nearly prodigal skill for music since he was birth. His father disapproved since then. Somehow, he had the strangest idea that anyone who sang and played an instrument was a girl, and that it was unusual for a man to sing. His mother was kinda hands-off with the situation, since she knew her defense for her son would be useless. Dom learned to grow up with the situation as passive as he could. But the worst part was, he couldn't bring the topic up, even with Melissa. Sometime soon, he promised. He'll tell her everything she didn't know.
Another thing that Melissa probably did not know about him was that he was totally random. He'd shoot up a question in a middle of a different discussion, meriting him occasional weird glances. It was probably another effect of his usual hyperactivity, or the frequent 'out-of-this' world travelling, which included him not moving physically, but mentally. And as of the moment, his craving for ice cream was screaming, the reason being that he saw a stack of scoops on an ice cream cone. I mean, who could resist?
Pushing himself upwards with both his palms, he neatly slid his guitar to his back, carrying it like a messenger bag, its pink and black strap, something that he received from Melissa a few years back, holding it in place. He offered both his hands to Melissa, offering her his support
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Post by Melissa Jameson on May 10, 2008 10:46:18 GMT -5
It was good that he knew what he should and shouldn't call her. There were a few innapropriate things that she'd never actually even heard him say, much less call her. Though, there were a few things that she would like him to call her, but probably never would. Really, though, she was just happy that he talked to her at all.
Working at the New York Times would be like a dream come true to the young woman. It was one of the most prestigious and sought after papers. Everyone read it, and everyone lived by it. She doubted, though, that she would ever get her chance. It was a tight battle to get onto that paper. There were so many journalists who wanted to have a spot on that paper that it was just plain ridiculous. But, she supposed she could still dream thatone day she would be sitting in a tiny cube with papers piled high.
It seemed they were both stuck on what they wanted to say to people they loved. Maybe they would one day get over whatever fear they had about telling the truth and just get it out there. Melissa knew that she would feel better if she ever admitted her feelings, but then she was still holding back. It was really rather frustrating to have something you wanted to say, but just couldn't do it. Especially when you saw the person every day.
She did know that he was random to some extent. Just being around him as long as she had would tell her that. Though, she never found it odd. She guessed she was immune to that feeling around him anymore. Nowadays. his randomness was just amusing. And she did have to say that she could be quite random herself. No, she was nowhere near the level of her friend, but it was still there.
She held out her hands as he helped her up. And as she rose up, for a split second they were way too close. That blush that had never quite gona away rose up again. She pulled away nervously. "Thanks." she said in a quiet voice. Shaking that feeling out of her head, she spoke again. "So, where are we going exactly?"
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Post by Dominic Cooper on May 11, 2008 5:01:22 GMT -5
Self-esteem sure had its ways with people. Melissa was both gifted and skilled. Why would she feel discouraged? Even if she didn't get in the paper herself, he would make sure that she would. If it meant calling for desperate measures, he would gladly do so.
Thing of her future made him ponder about his as well. He knew he wasn't going to survive with his current career path, and he knew that his father wouldn't listen to his complaints anymore. He suddenly felt scared. He was certain he would graduate and just... gradually fade away, unless he made a living as a musician. That was possible... if his father did not find out. Then, if that does happen, he'd be out of the family forever. Well, somewhat near to that expression.
And speaking of untold feelings, of course hanging out everyday can be quite a problem for Dom, who was, as said, quite obsessive compulsive with not telling Melissa everything. Ah well. He supposed he could just divert his attention. In which case, the ice cream store was one.
Thankfully, the quizzical expression on Melissa's eyes faded away as he invited her to walk. She had probably forgotten how much random he was, and only remembered it in a few. It was good that she had known him for a long time to not be totally surprised. It showed how much she knew him.
She took ahold of his hand and he carefully helped her up, bending a bit. However, he must've bended a bit far, because their faces were too close for comfort. He quickly straightened out and laughed sheepishly, taking note of the pink color rising from her cheek. Clapping his hands on his thigh, he said; "Anytime"
"I'm going to buy us some ice cream. And then we can go around the park?" He suggested, answering her inquiry, as he started to take a few steps towards the stall. "I really cannot control my cravings."
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Post by Melissa Jameson on May 12, 2008 13:17:19 GMT -5
She supposed self-esteem was a big hurdle that she had to jump. It wasn't as if she thought that she was awful at writing, she wouldn't have picked it as a career if she had. But, she knew she wasn't the best writer around. It was just a bit disconcerting to think that she would have such stiff competition. But, she still loved it. So, maybe, just maybe, she would get lucky and be able to live her dream. Hah. She'd like to see him try and help her get on the paper. It was kind of impossible, unless he became rich and famous. Maybe then he could persuade them. But, she hoped it never came to that.
If he ever did persue a career in music, she knew without a doubt that he would go far. Hey, he was skilled and not unattractive. Those were the makings of a star. But, he had to get past the thing with his father first. Graduation was so far away, though. For now they could both just pretend that they knew how their life was going to go. Because really, no one actually knew. There was a lot of luck and good timing involved in becomign successful. They would just have to see ifthey had enough of it.
Melissa inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as he seemed to not notice their moment of breking the personal space bubble. Maybe he hadn't noticed how it had affected her. Though, she doubted the blush on her face had been easy to miss. Especially from that close. At least he wasn't going to say anything about it. For that she was thankful.
"That sounds cool." she said to his offer. She couldn't say no to free ice cream. Even if it was a bit chilly outside. It was still ice cream. Everyone loved that. Right? She began to follow him as he started off. Maybe they could continue their normal conversation for a while longer. She found that she didn't want to be anywhere else right now, anyway. "So anyway, this school seems pretty nice. Well, it is an Ivy League school and all, but I had my doubts. Do you like it here?"
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Post by Dominic Cooper on May 20, 2008 7:44:58 GMT -5
To be headstrong towards her goal. That was what probably made his bestfriend almost good in anything. Well, taking in to consideration the fact that they only had units related to journalism, something which he knew she really was good at. The road for her was already paved straight ahead. Sure a few factors would hinder a direct route, but he was sure she could've make it. As for him, he had too many crossroads as of the moment, he wasn't even sure he had a life outside school. Sure he could just go ahead with his music, but if his father found out, may the spirits forbid, it would be the end of his life.
Then again, they were freshies still. He had a lot of time to think about it. He was still in the process of filling up his guts to stand against his father, though considering music only as a sideline, he wouldn't even stand a chance at Easton. The idea of a working student appealed to him, but his savings was extraordinarily low these days, taking a risk was out of the picture.
He smiled at her as she affirmed the idea. Who couldn't say no really? even if he was on top of mount everest he'd still want chocolate ice cream. The last idea had him look out to the far distance in deep thought. He was still acting quite childish. No wonder he couldn't defy his father. Breaking away from his thoughts at the first word out of her mouth, he shut his eyes tight to orient himself back to his reality. "Very much. Although I find it too classy for my taste. Don't you?"
He didn't really have a say on academics. He wasn't really good. But he didn't want her to figure that one out. It would be too embarrassing (although he did have a perfectly good excuse on why he had near to mediocre grades).
To provide cover for that fact he was trying to hide, he pulled the neck of the guitar and started strumming again. This time, the lyrics were intentionally meant for her, although he didn't say it out loud. "Love, life... one speaks for the other one, here"
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