blue & gray

[Claude Walker]

we just need to find songs we want to hear

The weather had been reasonable lately, so, at least that was one thing he could count on. The day itself hadn't stuck out much, just like any other day. It was Friday and practically everyone was going to the movie theaters in the city to check out what had been previously playing, or, more importantly, what was just released. He didn't mind movies, or watching them every once in a while, but he'd rather do something else than sit and listen to people smack their lips on popcorn. All the action movies flashing on the big screen really weren't that great in his eyes. He'd rather just catch some waves, hell, go somewhere, do something. Anything besides sitting for an hour or more in an uncomfortable seat. Everyone always said, hey, let's go see a movie! All of us, yeah! But, when you really looked at it.. all you were doing was sitting in the dark and staring at a rather monstrous screen. Why not just rent one when your bored, or see it alone for your own enjoyment? It was just a cheap way to run a date, too, so he avoided it. How was it cheap? Well, when you had nothing to talk about.. you had the movie. It was a conversation starter, sure, but it wasn't really what he was looking for.

He didn't exactly take it as a date, but, rather, just some sort of friend-get-together. Not the movie thing, but meeting up with someone at the Troubadour. Angela. Friendly chick, but definitely shy. They both had an interest in music, so, there you have it, something to relate with. He didn't really have much to worry about, anyway, because he was usually the conversation starter. Claude didn't exactly try to find a way to talk to people, he just did. It came natural. Plus, he wanted to talk, it was something to do, it was entertainment. Being alone sometimes didn't mind him either, but, hey, he was a social guy. Angela had asked him to check out something she came up with, and she wanted to hear his input. Claude wasn't the next Sublime or anything, but previously he did write a couple of things. They all related to his situation, some sort of event in his life, whether that be good or bad. How else could you write a song? Unless, of course, you were into that rap crap that ranted about sex, drugs, or money, and just wanted to get your name out there. He couldn't help but laugh at all the things he heard on the radio. It was crazy how much people really craved that shit.

The main thing Claude did was covers of acoustic songs, besides writing his own, of course. He wasn't really big on sharing some of those with the world, or at least one in particular anymore. He wasn't exactly interested in getting his name out there. He debated doing it before, and decided that he might release some things.. but he didn't expect an amazing feedback from it. It wasn't for money, or the fame, he just wrote it for the benefit himself. Or, friends. Maybe even people more than that. Either way, it didn't matter much to him. It was just a hobby, not his life. One of the great things about creating music, or even playing it, was getting a huge group of people to do it with. The energy he usually got from people only encouraged him to practice further.

What time was it, even? 5:00? Yup. Parking his Camaro, he clicked the lock button twice, and headed toward the building. It really wasn't that grand of a place, in fact, it was pretty damn small. People usually just used it for smaller sized bands, because, well, you couldn't exactly fit a million Queen fans into such a compacted space. The first level of the building had the stage, of course, and an open area extending from it where people usually stood and swayed to the music. There was also a small shop around the corner for those who wanted to buy merchandise from whichever band was playing. The second level had a bar, a small seating area to look down onto the stage, and some secret rooms. The secret rooms were just an area for whoever was playing to get ready before performing. Some practice areas. They usually flashed all kinds of lights from the ceiling, just to give the night time shows an extra spice. Pretty chill place, in his opinion. What was even better about it was when no one was in there, and you could practice to your heart's content. That's exactly what he planned on doing today with the girl he met a week or so ago at the pier. They both just showed up with their guitars and started talking. It was funny how easily you could come across people, and have no idea that there would be any existence to your life later on.

Unsure of whether or not she was here yet, he glanced around the parking lot, and then finally realized he had no idea if she had a car. Or even drove. Or what it even looked like, if she did have one. Heading inside, he gave a half-smile and nodded his head to someone on their way out. After he took his acoustic guitar out of it's case, and put it down, he started moving some stuff around. Some chairs.. He glanced around, and then started bringing some stools over to where they were going to sit. Stool, chair, at least it was something to sit on. It would work.

the sounds been making my blue eyes go gray all these years

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for, angie!
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words, 950
tunes, blue and gray - rocky votolato
notes, didn't mean for it to come out this big.. i worked on it while my internet was down on notepad. sorry that took a while! here it isss. :D

[angela]

The very young redhaired girl was sitting in the bus, that was supposed to be driving to the troubadour. She still had no idea how to find her way around there, since she still was very new there. But the driver of the big yellow bus had told her, that he was driving by, and that he would tell her, when she was ment to get off the bus. She was wondering, if he would remember it, since many of the others that came into the bus asked where to go, and to them he also promised to leave a message when they should get off. She chewed her lip a bit and looked down on her cellphone showing the time with big white letters on a black pause-screen.

04.56

She leaned her head back and clutched the guitarcase a bit closer into her body again, as a new row of people were let into the bus too. She kept her head down a bit, so she did not need to look at them. She had even put her purse on the seat beside her, so no one would sit down besides her and make her feel even more awkward than she already did.

The day had run smoothly, and pretty fast. She had eaten breakfast, listening to her brother having another fight with a girl he had dragged with him home for the night, and hearing her slam the door on her way out had waken Angela up. Caleb had been trying to cut down on bringing girls home, for her sake, so she would not start having bad feelings with him, but occasionally, he was either too drunk, too high or it was just impossible to go to the girls place. Not that she held that much against it. She just stayed in her room, having the headphones connected to the laptop, made a play list and fell asleep to sweet soft music, shutting out every sound. It worked well for her. Well, after eating breakfast, she got into her room and started finding clothes in the closet. She ended up finding a pair of light jeans with cut wholes on the front and that worn-out-ness she enjoyed very much. To it, she picked out a peach-colored plain top with sleeves, that covered her upper arms, but kept her lower arms free. The cut around the neck was squared and not high or low-cut. A pair of black ballerina-shoes to go with it, sweet black earrings and a silver necklace, writing ' Angela '. It had been a present from Caleb on her birthday a couple of weeks ago.

After school she had written the text message to Claude. She had been so nervous about it, that she had been waiting for days, trying to convince herself, that it was a good idea. And today, she had decided, she could. Actually she regretted it afterward, while waiting for an answer, but when he replied, she had gotten that good feeling in her stomach, telling her, that she had done the right thing. So now she sat in a stuffed bus, driving to the place, where they had arranged to meet. She knew, that her look probably was pretty messy at that point, since she did not have had the time to fix her hair and small amount of make up. She decided, that Claude would just have to live with how she looked today, and some part of her said, that he would. He did not seem like the type who would not talk to her, because she looked rather messy. He was laid-back and outgoing. A part that she really enjoyed about him.

The bus stopped and the bus driver talked into the little mic he had beside him,

,,We're at the troubadour now, Miss Griffin, you should get off here”

She blushed a bit, when he spoke her name too, and sent her a great white smile reflecting in the mirror over him. She smiled back, throwing a quick glance in his direction, before turning it down to the ground and just focusing on where she put her feet down, so she wouldn't trip and look silly in front of the others. She quickly mimed a 'Thanks' to him as she stepped down on the road, and moved towards the building, where they were supposed to meet.. About 5 minutes ago. She bit her lip and forced herself to walk a bit faster in the entrance and up to the practice area, as she had been explained by a couple of kids she had met in school. Also outgoing and very nice. Like Claude.

She smiled to herself and found the place, sighing happily. She had not gotten herself lost, as she had expected, and that made her kind of proud of herself. Her darkish green gaze went over the place, searching for his face in the crowd, that wasn't really that big, but still. It felt like a lot to her. Finally, she managed to locate his face in the bunch of people and moved towards him, watching her steps, so she would not walk onto someone else's stuff and get yelled at. She sat down at the chair he had found for her, and threw him a little smile, while blushing a bit.

,,Hey Claude. I'm happy that you wanted to come”

She told him with sincerity in her sweet gentle voice. She held his gaze for a second, before blushing and looking down on her fingers, fumbling with the case to the guitar. It took a bit of effort for her to get the old rusty metal in the sides unlocked, so she could open the picture-stuffed case and pull out her red-wooded guitar out and place it in her lap. She took a folded paper from the pocket in the side of the case between her fingers and unfolded it with a quick shaky movement. She was nervous about, what he would say to it. The song.
She stretched her hand forward, reaching the paper out towards him. She chewed on the lower lip and blinking nervously, trying to focus her gaze on him and seeming confident. But it did not work very well for her. She just leaned back and looked on the other musicians in the room, anxiously waiting for his reply. The song was a duet, a love song of some kind. About just taking it slow and easy, and enjoying the time. She did not really know, why it was that kind of feel-good song. The inspiration had just hit her all of a sudden, and she actually liked it. All acoustic and relaxed.

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[Claude Walker]

we just need to find songs we want to hear

Once he realized how drafty it felt in here, he was glad he wore his warm flannel. The real thing worked well. He didn't really like those cheap ones chicks usually wore. If you were going to wear a flannel, you might as well wear the real thing, and not complain about the cold. Speaking of weather, he was glad he didn't go surfing today, too. It was overcast, nice, but a bit too chilly for Pacific waters. He'd probably freeze to death if he went to the beach again, let alone the water. It was cold enough to stick around on his life guarding shift. Nothing really happened today, like most days, but he was glad to sit back and relax.. besides his teeth chattering, of course.

Taking his good, old, acoustic guitar out of it's case, he walked over to the black stool. Wiping the dust off of it, he sat down, and then started testing out the strings on his guitar. He could barely remember when he even started playing. It was what, a couple years back? Something like that. He couldn't even remember if he had received it as a gift or payed for it with his own money. He guessed the first if it was long enough ago. He was pretty lazy when it came to getting his first job, but, when he did, he was on it. The surfer had tried all kinds of places. Restaurants, waving some sort of advertising sign like a lunatic, even an ice cream place, all before finally settling with life guarding. The only thing that sucked was going through the training first, but, once that was done, it was a pretty easy job. Didn't pay him big bucks or anything, but it worked for now. If he really needed the extra cash, he'd just get a second job. It wasn't like he was booked from his current one all the time, it was just college that took up a lot of his time. What he was going to be? He had no idea. Maybe a fire fighter, or own his own business like his father, he wasn't really sure. Maybe even music.

His eyes shot up after hearing her voice, looking around for a second, and then smiling once he caught where she was standing. "Hey! Yeah, no problem. Wasn't really doing anything today anyway." He laughed lightly, and shifted a bit on the stool. "Just warmin' up a bit, you know?" His head nodded her way, his smile a bit faded, but still going. He was glad to see her, eager to see what she wrote. He totally noticed her blushing, but he didn't really take much note of it. What was she so embarrassed about? That's all he didn't get. "You, uh.. alright there, Ginger?" Referring to her hair, of course. Funny nickname, but not at all meant to be offensive. Just joking around. He took the note he handed to her, and instantly started skimming through the lyrics. "Alright, let's get a look at this.." His eyebrows furrowed a bit, thinking it over. After a moment or so, his head nodded, and he looked back up at her, giving her a half grin. "Yeah. It's good, I like it. You wanted help finishing it, right?" He strummed the guitar a bit, watching her gaze. He really didn't get why she was so shy and bashful about everything. The girl was striking. "Can I hear how it goes on the guitar so far? Might help me get a better idea of it." Reassuring smile, again. He really hoped she wouldn't be so tense around him, or, at least, become a bit less. It almost made him uncomfortable, but he was alright with it. He sort of ignored it, actually, to try and make it easier on both of them to talk. Maybe she just wasn't used to him yet?

the sounds been making my blue eyes go gray all these years

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words, 654
tunes, blue and gray - rocky votolato
notes, if you want, you could link me to a song that's like the one Angela wrote. the songs Claude writes i use from my itunes.. 'cause i'm too lazy to really write them. xD

[angela]

Baby, it’s just Phase

She sat down on the chair and got her breath again. She mimed a little ‘Sure’ to his ”Just warming up, u know?”. Hurrying to the place had gotten her pulse up to a speeding gallop, so she enjoyed sitting down and take deep breaths, so she could feel the blood rush to her head again. She had blushing red chins, both after the fresh air and just watching him. Of course he had noticed, but somehow she did hope he didn’t, even though he did not seem to take it too serious. She blushed again, when he asked her, if she was all right, so obviously he had seen it. She smiled assuring to him and nodded while preparing her fast breathing for talking again.

She leaned back into the chair and shortly shut her eyes, before getting a better hold of the guitar and strumming it. She had not needed anything else than her hearing when strumming the last five years of playing. She could even play without chords and tabs and just follow her hearing instead.

,,Yeah, sure. I am just fine”[/color]

She assured him and laughed gently for a second, telling just how fine she was. She already felt her mood being liftet by his presence, the same way she had felt it the last time. He was just the type, who could make her happy and forget about all the trouble happening around her. She fixed her hair and make up, as he gave her the nickname Ginger, of course inspired by her red hair color. She did not mind at all. Instead it gave her some strange feeling of home, since that was what she was called by Caleb and many of her foster parents had given her that name too. She felt safe, when someone called her ginger. She smiled a bit, glancing down again, embarrassed by her own reaction.

She waited anxiously for him to read through the song, so he could give her some critique, throw it in her face and tell her it sucked, or actually tell her, that it was OK. She chewed on her lower lip and drumming a bit on the guitar, nervously. She smiled a bit bigger when he looked back at her, smiling and saying, that it was good. She could not believe It!

,,If you’d like to help, I would appreciate it”[/color]

She said and giggled on her own silent little way, obviously shy, but she managed to be very cute as she did it. She stroked one of the big curly locks of hair behind her ear, so it did not cover her face anymore and she looked down on the guitar to locate where she had her fingers and quickly put them into place.

,,Want me to sing too?”[/color]

She asked, laughing a bit again and tilting her head to the side, looking at him with the intelligent gentle look in her deep green-brown eyes. She blinked a couple of times with the long black eyelashes that was only a bit marked up with mascara. The rest of her face only wore a bit of powder to cover up a few things. After all, she still was a teenager with teenagers’ flaws.

She shut her eyes again and started moving her fingers lightly over the strings, so they only made a little bit of sound, just loud enough to be heard. You could see, right in that moment, how her muscles stopped tensing, her lips relaxing and a peaceful expression went over her face. Every time she started playing her music, she sort of went into some kind of trance, that made her throw away all her defenses. She of course loved that feeling.

After a few moments of intro she had in mind, she started playing the actual song, remembering each word with no problems. She basically had photographic memory in a light grade, so she did not remember all things, but occasionally important things caught her mind and she could tell every detail from it. She had a picture in her head of the paper with the song. Well, she probably would remember how it went anyway, but she still had that thing. She started singing too in an equally low tone. She hadn’t really heard whether or not she was supposed to sing or not, but she chose to do it anyway. Or well, it was not much of a choice. Just an instinct in her trance telling her, that she needed to sing. That she wanted to sing..

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Notes:
Tunes: Hana Pestle – Just a phase
Words: I don’t know xD
Notes: I’ll try to find a song that matches what I have in mind, but until then, you can listen to some of Hana Pestles songs, then you will know how Angela’s singing voice sounds like :)
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Hopefully we’ll be enchanted

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[Claude Walker]

but you write the story, so pick up the pen

"Yeah, sure. I am just fine.” He nodded his head in acknowledgment, giving her a half-smile again. "Alright.." So, her nervous nature definitely wasn't something that happened before she arrived. No catastrophic event. Maybe it was just him, like she was intimidated or something. He didn't really get why she felt that way toward him, there was no reason to be afraid of a Claude. Plus, sure, she didn't look like those popular, glossy girls, but she was real. Also, who had hair like that around here? It wasn't that it popped out, in fact, it looked more natural to her ,if anything. It fit her, and he took a liking to that. His eyebrows quirked in thought, and he patiently waited for her to start the song.

"If you’d like to help, I would appreciate it.” She was just as smiley as ever, wasn't she? "That's why I'm here, yeah?" He said, smiling in return. He couldn't help but laugh a bit at her reaction to his opinion about her writing. She seemed pretty hyped up about this, he didn't really expect that from her. Want me to sing too?” "Yeah, that would help a lot more, actually. Go for it. Show me what you've got." He was pretty eager to hear how this would all go. If it looked good on paper, it must sound even better.

His eyes scanned the room, watching anyone that passed by, and then settled back on her. His foot tapped to the beat, and he listened to the song in silence. With his head nodding a bit, he laughed, and focused in on the words. Once she was done, a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, sounds great! You just need help coming up with the rest, right? I'd just take it easy and not make it anything special, because the song overall so far is fine. So, don't over think it. Whatever comes natural, to your head.. you get it." He picked the paper back up from his lap, and started to skim over the words once again. He paused, sat up a bit, and looked around. "Need a pen.. Mind if I write on this?" He hopped off the chair, picked one off the ground, and then sat back up on it. "Was wondering where that went, haha.. Alright. Let's see.. You could re-sing this part of the chorus.. at first slow, then a bit more energetic the second time around. You know? And.. I dunno, when I heard it.. I thought a lot about imagery. Sunny skies, good weather, all of that. We could put something like that into the last verse or so.." He wrote down a couple words on the paper. "You got any ideas?" Looked back up to meet her set of eyes again.

draw me pretty pictures of everything I hope to live

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outfit, click.
words, 472
tunes, blue and gray - rocky votolato
notes, alright. :D sorry it's short, they're just talking, so. xD

[angela]

Every time I see your bubbly face

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She smiled a bit to herself, while singing her song, about enjoying being together and not really belonging anywhere else by the time. She held her eyes closed, to keep her nervousity from singing in front of others back, so she would be able to finish up without trouble. She sang the very last tone, and kept it going a bit longer until there was no sound coming out her mouth. Therefore she opened her eyes again and made a quick glance around the room, to make sure, that no one was starring at her. Then her gaze went towards him, and she met his. She looked down, blushing again. She kept on noticing those gorgeous ashy blue eyes of his, and she kind of liked them… a lot. Well, he was just a charming creature over all, so she was amazed that he was spending time with her, even though she was.. yeah well… Her. Angela Scott Griffin. An ordinary, boring and shy girl. Still, he was sitting there, in front of her, helping her out. She smiled again as that thought went through her mind.

She mimed a ‘thanks’ and nodded to him, when he needed to be confirmed in, that he was supposed to help her finish the song. She was very excited about, what kind of idea he would have for it, but not much in her body language revealed that. She had leaned back into the chair, running a hand through the red brown hair, while thoughtfully looking at him, when he came up with opportunities for the song to improve. She grinned a bit, when he asked if he could write on the curly piece of paper, she had scratched down the song on. Even though she had been writing rather fast her letters were still long and elegant. Curly and some points, like when she wrote ‘l’. It always had an extra curl in the top, and smoothly ending at the beginning of the next letter.

,,Sure. Doesn’t really matter to me that someone else writes on it”[/b]

She told him, shrugging once. She kept on having that joyful expression in her beautiful eyes as she looked up on him, under her long dark eyelashes. She met his gaze, and smiled a little careful smile. She looked down on his hands as he started writing something upon the paper and when he was done, she gently stretched a hand forward and took the paper again. She discretely ran her hand over his, making it look like it was only to get the paper. Then she leaned back again and skimmed what he had been writing upon it.

She chewed on her lip, while writing a bit down too, to add a bit on what already filled the paper. She tilted her head to the side and again putting some sentences down, before handing him back the paper and meeting his gaze, with a little half-smile on her soft red lips, that she stopped biting. It was kind of hard biting and smiling at the same time, she noticed.

,,What do you think?”[/b]

She asked him, curious to see, if it was all right. She came with a quick surprised sound, in the moment her guitar-case fell down on the ground with a loud ‘thumb. Since she had not really ezpected it, she got scared and pulled together a tiny bit, to protect her from danger. She realized a few split seconds after, that there had not been happening anything else than the case falling to the ground, and immediately started blushing and looking down from her own silly way of reacting.

,,Sorry”[/b]

She said, clearly embarrassed, while picking the case up again, so it was leaning against the chair. She tried to avoid potential looks from the other people in there.
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I get the tingles in a silly place

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BTW.. I'm sorry about the all blue color, but everything is acting weird when I try to change it. Hopefully it won't act like that in my next post :'(

[Claude Walker]

but you write the story, so pick up the pen

Damn, she blushed a lot, didn't she? It was becoming so obvious to him that it was even beginning to make himself uncomfortable. He wasn't too bothered by it, honestly, but it did make him a bit edgier toward the entire situation, their conversation. He was so used to interacting with people who were in the same boat as he was, meaning, they were social. Talkative, smooth, relaxed, all that. There really wasn't anything to be self conscious about when you were around a Claude anyways, there wasn't even anything to fear. Sure, he had seen some pretty dang shy people, but he just didn't really understand why she was so bashful toward him. It wasn't like she was some sort of gothic chick, satanic freak, or something along those lines. So, what was the big deal? What did she think he was gonna do to her, too? Beat her up or something?

Then again, maybe she, in general, just acted this way. Meaning, not only shy to him, but to everyone else she knew. Maybe she was just blocked off. Heck, maybe she was just a bitch trying to play this off, how was he supposed to know? Abused? A shaken up druggy? She really didn't seem the type to be shooting stuff up her arms. Yup, Claude was trying to figure it all out, trying to understand why she was this way. He was so used to open people, so this made it a challenge, something of interest. Worthwhile, at least. He just had no idea what to think, what to assume, so he decided to let go of it. How did that even get him anyway closer to knowing her? Time would tell who she really was, and he surely would be able to see that.

He really only aimed to think the best of people, the positive, all of those good things. His positive energy and generally good mood in itself probably started coming around a few years back, when he began going to church all over again. Back in the day, when he hung out a lot with Conner, and did some things he regretted, he really didn't give a shit about religion. He doubted it, he just couldn't bring himself to believe it, but, then again, he didn't want to. He had no faith. Looking back on that made him laugh, not literally, but he found it funny how much he had changed his view about being a Christian. His mother had always been a hard-core believer that went every Sunday and dragged him along, and now it was him that enncouraged and brought her to church, even when she wasn't feeling all too well. It always did make her feel better, either way.

"Alright, good, 'cause I just scribbled all over the paper. Totally trashed it." He gave a smug grin, obviously joking. The touch of her hand was noticed, but he didn't take much note of it. It just looked like she was grabbing the paper, right? He leaned back a bit in the stool, and sunk his head backwards. He stared at the ceiling, just thinking, and waiting. He kind of dropped it again, when she finished, and rubbed the back of his neck. A slight grin crossed his lips again as he took the paper from her, instantly scanning over what she had modified or added to it. "Yeah. Dang. It's terrible. Sucks, I hate it, but I'll live." He spoke seriously, staring at it, then looked at her, a toothy grin popping out of his mouth. "Nah, it's great. Whatever you wanna do, it's your song."

His eyes instantly went wide at the sound, totally unexpecting it. "Whoa. Guitar on the run.." He laughed a bit, and hopped off the chair. Claude reached down and grabbed it before she could, then stood back up, and held it a bit away. "You just got totally jacked.." He laughed, grinning again. She was almost as red as her hair, dang. He kinda hoped his joking would calm her down, otherwise, he had no idea how this day was gonna work out. He wasn't used to putting such an effort in a conversation, especially with someone so shy. it usually came easier to him. "So.." Claude stayed standing, and stood the guitar case in front of him, the top pointing up,, spinning it in a circle. His eyes stared down at the pictures, still curious to know who they all were. "That all you wanna do for the song? 'Cause, like I said, it's pretty terrible.. You should probably just leave it as is." Teasing, joking, etc. "'Cause, we could go grab a bite to eat or something. Or, in a bit..Whichever you wanna do, I'm up for anything." He shrugged, using hand gestures while he spoke.

draw me pretty pictures of everything I hope to live

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words, 805
tunes, blue and gray - rocky votolato
notes, sorry again! school is ick. :( feel free to add anything. i'm trying to make it more interesting. they probably won't start anything until a while after knowing each other, haha. we could finish this thread or continue another one and timeskip it a few weeks.. so it's not as awkward and they know each other more. XD

[angela]

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone, in the front seat of his car

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She smiled a bit, looking at his face, when it went thoughtful again. She was pretty sure, that he was wondering, why she was like this. But she was just herself. The clumsy sweet innocent girl, who had trouble with being social and all that. She hated herself for being like that, and tried every day to be a little less shy and say a little more, so she would be able to slowly become more outgoing and easy to talk to. She was pretty sure, that she’d get some more good friends by then, who would be able to help her become even more open to new things, instead of being stuck with the situations and places, where she felt safe in some way.

She chewed on her lip, thinking a little to herself. How would she be able to make him feel more comfortable in her presence, without starting to act like someone else? He had tightened up a bit, and looked more distant, and she did not really like it. She kind of liked this guy, so she was not feeling so well with the fact, that he didn’t feel good with her. When he looked back on her, starting to joke around, she let herself laugh her pearly sweet little laugh, and hid her mouth with her hands, looking just sweet. Not so much shy. She didn’t blush at all, since she really did an effort, to not take it all so seriously and just joke along.

,,Oh well, maybe you should just write it for me then.”[/color]

She said, sending him a teasing joyful look with her deep green/brown eyes. The smile was still placed on her soft lips, to carry on the happy look. She giggled a bit and looked to the side, when she couldn’t really keep the teasing on. Wow, she really did suck at being social, but at least she did an effort, and managed to keep it cute, instead of seeming stupid.

Then her guitar dropped and every try to be casual dropped from her face, but he kept on joking, obviously trying to make her more comfortable, and she really did appreciate it. She had to admit, that it helped, since she could not keep a little smile away from her lips, as she looked up to him. She grinned a little and reached out for the case. She did notice how much interest he put in looking on the pictured plastered all over it. She really felt like just sitting down with him, starting to tell about every picture, ticket, thing that was on it, so he would know her history, and maybe figure out, why she was the way she was. But she knew it would be weird, if she just started pointing out and telling, when it had nothing to do with the situation. He did not really let go of the case, so she gave up and just smiled to him, looking into his ash blue eyes.

,,That wasn’t too lucky.! How am I supposed to live without it”[/color]

She said, dramatically, teasing again, without leaving his gaze for one second. When her heart starting racing she glanced down again, giggling a bit. She raised one brow, when he suggested, that they could go grab something to eat. She would have sworn, that he would give up on her. She was still a hopeless coincidence, but he didn’t give up? She smiled to herself, happy with his effort. She became even more decided about, that she wanted to do better. She was going to try to be more open, just for his sake, so his effort wasn’t wasted. In the end, it would do good to her too, that she learned to be more easygoing.

,,I think getting something to eat would be nice. I’m getting kinda hungry too”[/color]

She shrugged a bit and tilted her head to the side. Then she smiled again, in that teasing cute way.

,,But I want my guitarcase back then”[/color]

She demanded and reached a hand forward, to take the case from him. She was still smiling to him. Well, it was still a very little one, but it was a smile, and it did reach her eyes, so he would be able to see it. She rose from her seat and folded the paper in her hands, before putting it into the case, with the guitar. Then she slowly made a hand gesture, showing him, that he should go first and lead the way.[/size]
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin, and I wrote down our song[/size]

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Notes: Sorry it took so much time to get to replying. I was busy all weekend and was without muse yesterday, so… But anyway, here it is!
I think it is a good idea to timeskip some weeks, so we can get some real action going on ;) So we’ll just end this thread here, and you can start another one?
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[Claude Walker]

notes, that's fine, seriously! school is taking up my time, too. and most definitely so this won't be awkward between them anymore, haha. let's say they're good friends now? (: i'll start a thread!