Post by Lyric Paden on Aug 26, 2007 20:21:01 GMT -5
Blake was in his room like he usually was. He never liked leaving the house, which was probably a good idea. It was so small, but someone does have to watch the old man. Blair wouldn’t do it, as always, so he had to do it. What trouble would the man go through without him around? Anyway, back to the room. He was sitting down, playing his guitar. Of course, he played songs he already knew and he wasn’t in the mood to make one up. The only thing that made him rhythm was the word: Candy and that was because the book was just staring at him. He hadn’t read it in ages and it just came in his mind now and then. Actually, he was playing Areosmith. He was playing the whole track of Armageddon including: Leaving in a Jet Plane. He just watched the movie that afternoon of course. He loved that movie; it was the best movie ever actually.
He was dressed in his favorite black hoodie, with a pair of ripped up jeans that fell down every time he sat. They were his home pants apparently, and every time he sat down his black boxers showed. It was idiotic, but Zella seemed to like the pants so he wore them. If he lived there by himself he would just be wearing his boxers, but he had to think of his annoying as hell twin who would probably scared for life if she saw her brother half naked.
As he finished the Jet Plane song, he heard a knocking on the door. Oh god, it had to be one person. He had heard the rumors, and he hadn’t seen her since they started so it would be time to fine out. He was kind of seeking comfort with Hope, and she promised if Zella actually did ‘cheat’ with him he would pretend to go out with Hope. Just to make Zella jealous. Apparently.
He put the acoustic on the bed, and jumped to his feet. He took his time walking to the door, the nauseous feeling he had when he did hear about that was back in his stomach. And then more touchy music played in his head. A very bad time to play his own personal play list again. For the hundredth, or thousandth time in his life. Actually, it would probably be the worst time for it ever. It was even better if it was in someone’s funeral instead of the fricken’ emo music.
He looked through the peep hole once he made it, and there she was. He put his hand on the knob, zoning out a bit. Another loud rape on the door made him just, but he opened it. “Hi.†He said, trying his best for the pain to be hidden in his voice.
[Sorry it’s crappy]
He was dressed in his favorite black hoodie, with a pair of ripped up jeans that fell down every time he sat. They were his home pants apparently, and every time he sat down his black boxers showed. It was idiotic, but Zella seemed to like the pants so he wore them. If he lived there by himself he would just be wearing his boxers, but he had to think of his annoying as hell twin who would probably scared for life if she saw her brother half naked.
As he finished the Jet Plane song, he heard a knocking on the door. Oh god, it had to be one person. He had heard the rumors, and he hadn’t seen her since they started so it would be time to fine out. He was kind of seeking comfort with Hope, and she promised if Zella actually did ‘cheat’ with him he would pretend to go out with Hope. Just to make Zella jealous. Apparently.
He put the acoustic on the bed, and jumped to his feet. He took his time walking to the door, the nauseous feeling he had when he did hear about that was back in his stomach. And then more touchy music played in his head. A very bad time to play his own personal play list again. For the hundredth, or thousandth time in his life. Actually, it would probably be the worst time for it ever. It was even better if it was in someone’s funeral instead of the fricken’ emo music.
He looked through the peep hole once he made it, and there she was. He put his hand on the knob, zoning out a bit. Another loud rape on the door made him just, but he opened it. “Hi.†He said, trying his best for the pain to be hidden in his voice.
[Sorry it’s crappy]
