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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 16, 2009 21:27:09 GMT -5
SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME WOO OOH [/color]  SHE WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OHH[/font][/CENTER]
Tristan walked into the Starbucks. He looked at the menu. He wasn't in the mood for anything really. He looked at the menu trying to figure out what he wanted exactly. Walking up to the counter and ordered. "Can I have a medium Carmel coffee? with cream? No make that a large." He said. The girl just nodded. "what will be 5.60" She said. He took out his wallet, held together by duct tape. He took out six dollars, handed it to the girl, who handed him 4o cents, which he just put into the tips and waited for his coffee.
He took the coffee fro, the girl, and sat down in the corner booth alone. He took out his ipod with his right hand. His left hand was still wrapped up from when he cut it open after he met Eliza. Man did he hate her guts. Screaming at him about family and shit. He took a sip of the coffee and put one earbud into his ear. He sat there quietly out of the way, wondering if anyone would see him there.
WORD COUNT dunnno to lazy
LYRICS DON'T TRUST ME BY 3OH!3
STATUS RAWR
TAG MORGANNNNN
NOTES Nopeee
CREDITS CAN YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE !?
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 16, 2009 21:41:52 GMT -5
Hannah walked into the shop not really looking for any excitement for the day. She brought her guitar just in case, then again...she brought it everywhere. She was happy that the guitar was still in tact. This guitar was nothing like her others. She cherished this one almost more then life itself. She felt like playing it but thought it was too busy today and they would kick her out like the last time she played in the shop during breakfast. She sat down a few feet away from a guy sitting alone at a booth. She looked at him and then studied him. She had the sudden urge to go over and talk to him.
She thought again about it then took her guitar out of her case. She started to strum it a little bit. She stopped then sighed. She took out her mini amp and plugged it in. She made sure it wasn't too loud and started to play Nickleback. She could never stop herself from playing songs like those. She always got so lost in the songs and couldn't stop even if there was a fire.
Hannah stopped after the end of the song and stood up with a moan and walked up to the counter. "Um. I'll just have a regular coffee with two sugars." She liked coffee but she never added all the stuff people put in it. "that will be 2.25 please." Hannah put the money in her hand and walked back to her seat and started to read the newspaper. She had to admit, she was a big newspaper reader. Finding out things in life always had some interest in her. She glanced at the guy a couple times again then went back to reading.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 16, 2009 21:59:14 GMT -5
Tristan heard a guitar stay to play and he looked up instantly. His own guitar was next to him. The red and black guitar was his life. He looked at the girl. He blinked at her. He silver case was by his feet. He bent down and opened the case. He took out the guitar and played a few notes, before tuning it. He did this a few times and started to play. It was a song that he wrote himself. Though, he thought that it wasn't very good. He looked at the girl, who was know reading the paper. Tristan just shrugged and kept playing from his seat in the corner of the room.
After he finished the song, he took a drink from his coffee and started to play "Better then Me" by Hinder. It was one of his favorite songs, and he continued to play to himself. The electric guitar wasn't very loud with out an amp, but he didn't want to plug it in, cause he wasn't able to use is left hand very well. He didn't say anything to the girl reading the paper, thinking that she didn't notice him, but he knew that ever few minutes she looked at him. but why?
He stopped playing after a moment, and drank his coffee again. At least he got a large. He was already about half done with it. He continued to play for a while.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 16, 2009 22:14:22 GMT -5
Hannah looked up at the guy who started to play the guitar. She put down the paper and smiled at him. She picked up her guitar and tuned it once more to make sure it was ok and started to play the same song. She felt that this would make a connection between them. Even though she didn't know it...she somehow she had some strange attraction to this guy.
As the song ended she got up and walked over to him. If he wasn't going to talk to her, she damn well was going to talk to him. "So how long have you played." She said adding a smile to lighten things. She picked up her coffee and took another sip. She scrunched her face not prepared for the bitterness of the coffee. Maybe that was why they always put sweeteners in coffee.
Looking up at the clock and then back at the boy she became curious. She was curious about his personality, his interests, just things about him that could strike up a conversation. She felt like a little school girl. My guitar in hand and wanted to play a little more. maybe luckily they could play a song together again. That would be amazing. As long as it's a good song, not something cheesy that they make you play in classes. That was one of her biggest pet peeves. She was relieved when she saw it was only 3 o'clock.Wanting to get to know this guy as much as she could.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 16, 2009 22:34:07 GMT -5
Tristan looked up at her when she walked over. He looked at her. "Uh... god... 6 years at least. What about you?" He asked, his German accent noticeable. No matter how much he tried, he wasn't able to get rid of it. He looked at her. She was cute, he would give her that. "I'm Tristan." He said after a moment. He smiled at her a bit, for some reason in a good mood. And he was never one to be in a good mood. "You can sit if you want." He said, still German completely noticeable. He sighed a bit and laid the guitar in his lap.
"That;s a nice guitar that you have there. Is it a bass or a regular? I have a bass" He said after a moment. He looked at the guitar. It was a very nice one too. Not as nice as his, but it was definitely a good one. He smiled at her. He looked at her. She was pretty. Not cute. Pretty. Adorable maybe. BAD TRISTAN! NO! he yelled at himself. He didn't need anyone. Not after what Eliza told him. Man did he had her. Just thinking about her made him mad. He really didn't like her at all.
She was self-centered and rude. I mean, he just met him and she was yelling at him about himself. He didn't need that from her. He got that from Rich and Julie, his 2nd adopted parents. Of course they threw knives at him when they were drunk or angry. Then again, he always took it instead of Jenna. The adopted sister that he liked at lot. And not it the 'love you like date' Marry. She understood him. He would send her the guitar in his lap before he killed himself. He knew that she wanted it. And he promised her it.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 16, 2009 22:50:27 GMT -5
Hannah sat down and said "Thanks." She was surprised on how nice he was. She noticed a little German accent on his voice. She thought it was kinda cute then she stopped herself. She wasn't going to jump right to conclusions. He was cute....oh who was she kidding. He was gorgeous in her eyes and she could hardly stand it. She was surprised she had lasted this long without completely acting like a freak. "God six years? I bet I can beat that." She smiled at him happily and said "Technically I have since I was 3 but I don't think it counts if you don't know what your doing. If we started from when I actually did know what I was doing. Then it would be since I was 10. So about 5 years I guess." She was still smiling still trying to hold back stutter that would most likely come out sooner or later.
"So I'm guessing you listen to hinder." Looking at the bass. It was a cool one too. Looked pretty expensive. "This is regular. Gisbon. You know the usual. I love the color yellow. Otherwise I would have gotten an orange one that looked better then this one. But i've grown to love this one way more then I would have ever thought about." Hannah could feel herself talking a little too much. Hopefully he would be ok with it. And for now she just wanted to enjoy his company. She was starting to lose the nervous feeling which made her of course feel a little better and a little more confident enough about not making a total fool of herself. The worst she could do was drop something on her, or on him for that matter. That was the last thing she wanted to think about.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 16, 2009 23:03:57 GMT -5
"Your welcome." he said. He rubbed the back of his head with his left hand. "Actually.. I lost count. It somewhere around there. I mean, I'm 15, and i started when I was small with Amy and George.." he trailed off. "Yeah. I dunno. A long time." he admitted. He looked at her. For some reason, she was different then other girls. And much better then Eliza. She urked him a lot. "That's cool. I mean, if you like it, go for it." He said. He blinked at her. She reconized teh song.
"Yeah. I love them." Tristan said. "You never said your name." He added, with a small smile on his face. He took his left hand and took the Carmel coffee in his bandaged hand and brought it to his mouth. He took a good long drink from it and put it back down on the table. He turned and put the blood red and black guitar back in its silver case very carefully. He would die if he did anything to the guitar. "Orange? Yellow? That's pretty bright. I'm not a fan of bright things though. I like the darker colors. Easier on the eyes." He said.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 17, 2009 11:25:56 GMT -5
Hannah smiled up at him. It was very bright. brighter then she intended. She took another sip of her coffee and said "Amy and George? If you don't mind me asking...who are they?" She wasn't really the type to poke her nose in other peoples buisness but she wanted to know more about him. he seemed like a guy she had never met before and she was kinda happy with it.
She listened to him comment about bright colors. "Well the thing is, if i'm around depressing colors, that just what I am...depressed. But when i'm with bright colors...like yellow or orange, then I can at least be in a good mood." It was true though. Dark colors always made her sad and depressed but when something bright comes up then she goes into a better mood then before.
Hannah spoke softly and started to play a little tune. She hummed along to it. She was used to playing in front of people and she was for some reason even more comfortable in front of him. Right now she felt like he wasn't even there. So she got lost in playing her song. She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the beautiful song she was playing.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 17, 2009 11:51:19 GMT -5
Tristan looked at her. For some odd reason he wasn't mad at her for asking. When Eliza asked him and screamed at him, he was damn angry at her. "Um... They were one of my adopted parents... when I was like....eight and a half" He said after a moment. He sighed a bit. They were by far the best adopted parents that he had. but of course, he almost killed himself from the bullies that were throwing the small boy into things. That made him really depressed.
"I don't like the bright colors. They just annoy me and they hurt my eyes a lot." He said. Tristan never liked the bright colors, just just annoyed him, or were too bright for his eyes to handle without squinting. "I just like the darker colors better." Tristan said. He was always in a worse mood when there was bright colors around then there were darker colors.He would go for the fire colors, and earthy colors and black then neon green, pink and yellow. They just never seems to make it into his list of things that he liked.
"Your good." He said, hearing her play her guitar. He looked down at his own guitar in its case. He would take it out, but it was only two days after he met Eliza, and he cut up his left hand pretty good after her. He smiled at her, and took another sip of his carmel coffee.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 17, 2009 11:59:20 GMT -5
She stopped playing her guitar right away when he said adopted. "Did you say you were adopted? That's horrible." Then she came to another realization. No one, not one single person on this earth could say something and make her stop playing. That was the amazing thing right there. "Well I would sure hope so." she smiled at him and started to read the comics. After finishing the dilbert comment she chuckled a bit. She loved those. Mostly because they were completely and utterly true about everyday office life. Then again, how would she know?
After finishing the paper she put it down and looked at his hand "Again if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your hand? Are you alright?" She asked in a serious tone. Right then she felt like her mother. Always concerned about other people. That made her a little ticked off. She never liked her mother. If you wanted an example of someting opposite then look at Hannah and her mother. Nothing went right between them. Every time they talked they would get into fights. Mostly because she was a rich snot and her father was a rockstar. She took after her father.
After she finished asking the question she started strumming "If I were in your shoes" by You Me at Six. "Well it's ok to have different likings to colors right?" She smiled at him again then looked down at her guitar taking the last sip of her coffee.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 17, 2009 12:36:21 GMT -5
"Yeah. four times actually." he said. He looked down at his coffee. "I've had nice parents, ass holes to call parents." he added. He took a sip of his coffee. He hated being adopted a lot. He was only given up because his real parents didn't want him, and then the fact that his personality was depressing and suicidal. Her next question made his head took up. "Oh. I um... Fell in the shower and my hand hit the spout for the tub." He lied. And he lied very well at that. Really, all he did was go back to his dorm, take a shower and slice his hand open from his palm to his wrist.
"Yeah I'm fine." he said. He lied again. He wasn't fine. It was bleeding for 4 hours after that. He looked at her, and took another sip. "I slipped on the soap. but I mean, everyone has done it before." He said, trying to defend his lie. He looked down at his hand. He did a real good job of trying to cut open his arm and killing himself. Though, he didn't actually kill himself.
"Yeah. Not everyone likes everything." He said. He took another sip of the coffee.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 17, 2009 12:45:52 GMT -5
Hannah listened to him. Who falls in the shower? on soap? Only she could be clumsy enough to do that. And no one could be more clumsy then she could. But she just forgot about that. "If you knew me at all I would most likely ending up dying one day for falling down stairs. I'm too clumsy to have natural. No joke." She giggled a bit more. Why was she in such a good mood?
"Hold on a sec." She got up and went up to the counter for about 4 minutes and came back with another coffee. With sweetener in it this time. That would hopefully take away a little bit of bitterness.
"God four times. That must be tough. I'm sorry." What was she doing? She was sounding like her mother! WHAT THE HELL HANNAH! you know your not suppost to be like her! The voice in her head wound around her brain like angry bees. She rubbed the side of her head. Another migrane. She got them too often to be normal but luckily she had ibuprophen with her. She washed it down with coffee then looked back at Tristan. "Oh god sorry I forgot to say. I'm Hannah."
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 17, 2009 13:22:11 GMT -5
"Yeah Well, Everyone slips and falls every once in a while" He said. "I just fell." He said. "I'll end up falling into glass and cutting my throat open." He laughed. He would do that to kill himself. Though, he was only half joking with that. He was going ot end up killing himself soon. Weather is was next week, tomorrow or that night. He wanted to die, and that was that. No matter how much everyone thought that suicide was never the answer, for him it was.
He looked at her and watched her get up. He pulled out his phone after she left and texted May saying that he was going to stay out longer. He looked up as she sat back down. "Yeah. Its a lone story why I can't just stay in one home. It depended on the family that adopted me. Some how it always ended up being sent to the adoption place again." He said, his German accent very strong at the moment. Hearing her name he smiled. "That's a nice name." He said,
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 17, 2009 13:36:40 GMT -5
Hannah laughed with him. She was glad to see that he liked her name. "I have to admit, your nicer then a lot of guys i've talked to. And that's a fact." She wasn't just trying to make him feel good, she was being truthful and she kinda liked to tell the truth even though she couldn't stop lying for her life.
She took a sip of the coffee. It was delicious. She would definately drink it like that from now on or at least until she got tired of it. She stopped joking when he said that it was hard to explain "I understand that. Except things were a little different for me. My paretns divorced which made my mom broke, so she gave me to an orphanage. But when my parents decided to get remarried they adopted me back. You can't imagine how many times people didn't want to adopt me because they said I was too much of a rebel."[/color She smiled at him. She just wanted to lighten the mood. and right now he was kinda bringing her down and up at the same time. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop this feeling in her stomach that she didn't even know what to explain."
"So where do you go to the talent school?" She asked suddenly trying to strike the conversation back up again. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 17, 2009 14:01:27 GMT -5
"Yeah. I'm not usually nice to a lot of people." He said after a moment. He felt kinda bad that he told her that he isn't nice to a lot of people, or actually most people. He wasn't nice to any one. But that's cause no one really took the time to even bother to understand him. Not like Hannah. She was something different. He liked her. She was something. Someone that wanted to know him. He didn't really know what to say to her.
"I just never can fit in well with one family. The lady that adopted me now at least leaves me a lone when I don't wanna talk, or listen. She has a lot to do herself, and i have my things to do. I like her the second best." Tristan said. He really liked May a lot . Shje let him do what he wanted, cause she was what? 30 maybe. She knew what it was like to be like him.
"I'm a musician. I'm only a Sophomore though." He said. "what about you?" He asked after a moment.
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