Post by Етеяиiту on Feb 26, 2014 0:11:49 GMT -5
{ Grazers only please }
My life.
No parents, no responsibilities, sounds wonderful yes? It is, Sammy likes her life, there's nothing she can complain about really. Her parents are never home, and when they are its for one or two days, because they are Realtors, they travel and sell houses. She doesn't mind, in fact she likes it, it gives her a reason to live with her best friend. {insert name here} and her had been friends since they were young, and when both their parents started moving around and traveling together, they decided and brought up that them sharing a place would be fine, no problem, better than living on their own. Their parents accepted, knowing neither of them would sexually try to do something to the other, and she wasn't to big into the party scene as far as they knew, so they didn't care, they allowed it, and they, as of their eighth grade graduation had lived together, and here, in the summer of junior year still live together in an apartment on 32nd street.
Today she was cleaning, cleaning because {insert name here} was gone to pick up the game that had just come out. The creators of World of Warcraft, or WoW as she called it, had created a new way to enjoy the game, and her and her roomie had just saved up enough to buy it, so as she hummed and cleaned, wearing a short, mid-thigh, white dress with shoulder sleeves and a thin waist, her long perfectly wavy brown hair up in a pony tail with her bangs hanging down on both sides of her face, he went out to get the game.
She couldnt hear if he had opened the door due to her head phones being plunged into her ipod which was shoved into a small pocket on her dress. Though he would hear her singing, as she did often, her melodious voice filling the apartment.
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The mirror's image
Tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished
'Cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving
Carrying your shoes
Decided that once again I was just dreaming
Of bumping into you
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She sang the lyrics to one of her new favorite songs. She had always loved old music, so hen she found herself liking a newer song, she had to replay it till it was old
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Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls until my message you reply
Why'd you only call me when you're high?
High, why'd you only call me when you're high?
Somewhere darker
Talking the same shite
I need a partner
Well, are you out tonight?
It's harder and harder to get you to listen
More I get through the gears
Incapable of making alright decisions
And having bad ideas
My life.
No parents, no responsibilities, sounds wonderful yes? It is, Sammy likes her life, there's nothing she can complain about really. Her parents are never home, and when they are its for one or two days, because they are Realtors, they travel and sell houses. She doesn't mind, in fact she likes it, it gives her a reason to live with her best friend. {insert name here} and her had been friends since they were young, and when both their parents started moving around and traveling together, they decided and brought up that them sharing a place would be fine, no problem, better than living on their own. Their parents accepted, knowing neither of them would sexually try to do something to the other, and she wasn't to big into the party scene as far as they knew, so they didn't care, they allowed it, and they, as of their eighth grade graduation had lived together, and here, in the summer of junior year still live together in an apartment on 32nd street.
Today she was cleaning, cleaning because {insert name here} was gone to pick up the game that had just come out. The creators of World of Warcraft, or WoW as she called it, had created a new way to enjoy the game, and her and her roomie had just saved up enough to buy it, so as she hummed and cleaned, wearing a short, mid-thigh, white dress with shoulder sleeves and a thin waist, her long perfectly wavy brown hair up in a pony tail with her bangs hanging down on both sides of her face, he went out to get the game.
She couldnt hear if he had opened the door due to her head phones being plunged into her ipod which was shoved into a small pocket on her dress. Though he would hear her singing, as she did often, her melodious voice filling the apartment.
---------------
The mirror's image
Tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished
'Cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving
Carrying your shoes
Decided that once again I was just dreaming
Of bumping into you
---------------
She sang the lyrics to one of her new favorite songs. She had always loved old music, so hen she found herself liking a newer song, she had to replay it till it was old
---------------
Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls until my message you reply
Why'd you only call me when you're high?
High, why'd you only call me when you're high?
Somewhere darker
Talking the same shite
I need a partner
Well, are you out tonight?
It's harder and harder to get you to listen
More I get through the gears
Incapable of making alright decisions
And having bad ideas
