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Post by lizz on Mar 22, 2011 13:13:37 GMT -7
 & I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )[/center] "Yeah, dad, it's okay, I totally understand. I guess I'll see you tonight then? Love you, bye." Sophie closed her phone and let a small sigh pass through her lips as she sat on a stool at the kitchen counter. Her dad always seemed to be canceling their plans last minute, and it was starting to bother her. Normally, she would just brush it off and think nothing of it, but it seemed that she hardly saw him anymore, he was so busy at work, and she missed spending time with him. And to be honest, she was really looking forward to going into New York and seeing Chicago, the musical. But he'd promised he'd make it up to her, as always, and she was going to hold him to his promise, that was certain.
Checking the time on her phone, she saw that it was only one o'clock in the afternoon. She still had the whole day to do something worth while. Getting up from where she was, she headed toward her room, hoping to find something worth while that needed to be done. Entering her room she looked around. Spotting her book bag, she walked over and opened it up, only to remember that she had finished her homework the night before, anticipating being too busy to do it today. Her laundry was done and put away, her room was neat and clean, nothing needed to be done to it. Flopping down on her bed, she rolled over and looked at her bookshelf. Picking up one of the books she had, she started to flip through it, but wasn't particularly interested in reading at that moment. Setting the book back down, she sat up and looked around. Sunlight was pouring in the window, and she smiled. Sunny days were her favorite, and she suddenly got an idea of what she could do.
Getting up off of her bed, she walked over to her closet and opened the door. Up on the shelf sat her paint supplies, so she pulled them down from their spot. Making sure that she had everything she needed, she left her bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Moose!" she called, looking into the living room, expecting him to come bounding out at her call. Moose was an eight month old puppy that she had talked her parents into adopting from the local animal shelter. He was a gorgeous golden retrieve/mountain cur mix, and she fell in love with him the first time she saw him. Out he came, knowing that something exciting must be going on if she called his name. Bending down, she stroked his head. "We're going out to the lake." she said to him, as if he could understand. Walking over to the door, she pulled his leash off of a peg on the wall and clipped it onto his collar. That got him excited, he knew the leash meant a walk, and he loved walks.
Stepping out into the sunlight, Sophie had to keep a tight grip on the leash to keep Moose from running off. The lake was only a few minutes walk from her house, and she didn't see the point of driving when she could walk there. And Moose was happy for the walk. After walking for a few minutes, she made it to the lake and saw how empty it was. Sure, it wasn't the warmest day, but it was sunny and beautiful, and Sophie couldn't comprehend why people didn't want to be outside. Finding a place with a nice view, she set down her painting supplies and sat down beside them. Moose then proceeded to try and tackle her with kisses, which she gently pushed away as she unhooked his leash and let him run free. Even though he was a puppy, he was a good dog and never went out of sight, and if he went to far, all you had to do was call and he'd come right back.
She began setting up her paint supplies, trying to create the perfect space to create a perfect painting. Grabbing a cup she used to wash brushes in, she walked down to the edge of the lake and filled it up. Going back to where she was, she sat down and began to work on a rendering of the sight before her eyes. She would never say she was a good painter. Sure, she wasn't bad, but her pieces were mediocre at best, and she would be the first to admit it. But she didn't think that lack of talent should stop her from doing something that she enjoyed.
WORDS,, six seven nine
TAGGED,, bradley/caroline
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, a lottt
NOTES,, sorry it's not the greatest, but it's done!
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION |
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Post by alex on Mar 23, 2011 22:44:16 GMT -7
 
Bradley stared at his mother across the kitchen counter, she was actually home for once and he wasn’t sure how to handle that. Holding his mug of lukewarm coffee, she poured herself a fresh cup and smiled over her mug at her teenaged son. His mother always had a way of being blissfully ignorant of her own absence; Bradley continued to stare at her with a straight face. Looking at him with a raised eyebrow “why are you looking at me like I’m a suspect in a murder case?” she teased; Bradley looked away and shook his head taking a sip of coffee. “is Snookie busy today” he said with an obvious twang of annoyance, she smiled and shook her head “I know you aren’t a fan of reality television, but it’s ,my job and I like it” she sipped her coffee. A smile spread across the young blonde boys face “if you can call that shit reality” he stood from his stool and took another sip of his coffee “how many takes do they get again?” he gave her a forced smile before walking away with his mug.
Climbing the stairs, he took another sip of coffee. Somehow she always avoided the real subject and somehow she always did it with an innocent smile, his father was always the same way, nothing was their fault, somehow they just got stuck with less than wonderful children. They didn’t want any of them anyway. Placing the mug on his desk he opened his laptop, trying to figure out what to do with his day, the clock showed the time illuminated in bright green, one o’clock. Here he was feeling like he needed to go to bed and it was only an hour after noon. Leaning back in his chair he stretched his arms up behind his head. People were always trying to tell Bradley that he was depressed, that’s why he was never happy and always irritable, oh and of course being tired in the afternoon. Though he figured he knew what was wrong with him a lot more than anyone else and he wasn’t depressed he was just pissed off at his parents and everyone else in the world.
Something must be going on, yet he found nothing online. Moving to his bed he tried flipping through the channels on the TV, nothing on that sparked his interest, though it seemed there was a slew of “reality television” shows on. Which did nothing but cause his irritation to sky rocket, reality television was just a whole bunch of idiotic people doing the stupidest possible thing in every situation. Flipping off the TV he tossed the remote on to his unmade bed, he could make his bed, but he allowed himself that small grievance considering his room was remarkably clean for a teenage boy. Granted it wasn’t as clean as it could be and was by no means spotless with pieces of clothing strewn about. Somehow cleaning his bedroom didn’t sound like a great time, it didn’t even sound like an okay time as of right now.
Pulling himself up from his bed he breathed in deeply and allowed his eyes to scan the room, they fell on his shoes, that’d been kicked off the day before by his bed. Okay fresh air might do him some good he thought. He grabbed his shoes and slipped them on with the simple ease that seemed to come to him in almost all parts of his life, he was never one to be stressed about things. Grabbing his keys and wallet from the shelf next to his door he left his room behind. He went down the stairs attempting to avoid his mother, he walked slowly though the foyer and tried to open the door as quietly as possible “be back by ten” his mother’s voice shouted from the kitchen, eighteen years and she thinks she can start making rules now. Bradley would maybe just stay out past ten just to spite her now, he grabbed his page boy cap from the coat rack and placed it quickly on his head.
Greeting him in the drive way was the love of his life, His black nineteen sixty eight fast back mustang with bright green seats. He’d spent six years restoring it and it was indeed his pride and joy. As he turned the key the engine came to life with a rev. It only took him a couple minutes to get to the lake by car, but again he was feeling lazy today and didn’t feel like walking. The lake looked unusually clear except a distant figure standing at the edge, even from a distance he could tell who it was. Leaving his car behind him he approached the girl “hey trouble” he smiled and tipped his page boy cap at the small brunette in front of him, something about her always caused him to smile in her presence.
--------------------------------------------------- words; eight hundred and twenty six outfit;clickmusic; little lion man by mumford and sons notes; I feel like there’s a lot of babbling, but it's done lol. |
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