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Post by megan leigha dutton on Oct 3, 2009 15:01:56 GMT -5
Beep….Beeep…BEEP! Meg groaned and pulled the covers over her head.BEEP..BEEP..BEEP! She reached her hand from out of the covers and fumbled to find the alarm.The noise was giving her a headache.BEEP…BEEP….BE-. She finally found the bottom.She curled up in a little ball with the blankets wrapped around her.She closed her eyes and took a few deep breathes so that she didn’t get a head rush when she got up.She slowly removed the covers off her.Damn she hated waking up in the morning and once when the covers were off,it was so damn cold.She shivered and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.She rubbed her eyes and let out a soft yawn.She stood up and stretched,she heard the sound of her joints crack as she got up.She looked lazily around her room,until she squinted when a bright light started creeping in her room.She looked and saw the window infront of her,wow it was actually a nice day.
She went over to her ipod,and scanned through the songs.She smiled as she saw one of her favorite songs.She walked over to her speakers,and plugged in her ipod.She pressed the on button,and turned the music up loudly.And now the song Sugar We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy filled the room.
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
She fell to her knees and started opening her drawers,figuring out what to wear.She was kinda in the mood just for a simple look today.She finally pulled out a pair of her jeans.And when she pulled them out a shirt fell out with it.She saw it was her favorite white,wife beater tank top..She quickly undressed throwing her clothes onto her bed.She put on her jean shorts and button them and put on the slightly wrinkled shirt.She made her way to the bathroom,and looked at herself in the mirror.She looked at her makeup bag that was on her sink and grabbed it.She unzipped it and took out her eyeliner, mascara and sparkles.She applied all of them on and didn’t over do it on the sparkles. She walked out of the bathroom,and grabbed her blue converse and sat on her bed,and put them on and tied them.
Today,Meg thought that she would absolutely nothing today.Well except go for a walk or something.She walked over to her stereo again and put it on paused and took out her ipod and grabbed her earphones and placed them in her pocket.She grabbed her cell phone and placed that in her other front pocket.
She walked down the stairs and out of the dorms.The sun filled her up as she walked outside.It felt so nice.She took out her phone and started going through her contacts and texting people.She could still have her head down and still know where she was going.She looked around and saw not a lot of people out,she waved to a few people that she knew but still kept her pace.
She couldn't belive how nice it was outside.The palm trees swayed back and forth as the warm breeze danced all around her.She smiled as she felt under neath her converse the feeling of sand.She looked up and saw that she could see the blue,crystal clear water.Meg kept the smile on her face as she saw a bench that was placed on the grass.She walked up so now that her feet were on the grass,so she wasn't on the beach anymore.She sat down,and leaned over and took off her converse and let her feet hit the cool grass.She smiled and leaned back against the bench as her eyes only looked at the ocean. |
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Post by ryan lovett cartier on Oct 3, 2009 16:01:43 GMT -5
"open hydrant rolled down windows
this car might make a good old boat
and float down grand street in daylight
and float down grand street in daylight
and with just half of a sunburn
new yellow lines that i earned
step back and here comes the night time
step back and here comes the night time
and in the daylight we can hitchhike to maine
i hope that someday i’ll see without these frames
and in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home..."
[/color] ryan was in a decidedly delicious mood. the sun was shining warm and friendly over their mysterious little island, he had gotten a full night's sleep, and besides, when was he not in a good mood? it was one of those days where everything seemed to turn out right. the shower water was just precisely the right temperature, and his hair was even straightening properly! bouncing about his room happily in only a towel and his own skin, the boy had the brief moment of wondering what to where. he was just about the most organized boy you'd ever meet when it came to cleaning: his room was brightly colored, well-lit, and tastefully decorated, and if one were to open his closet, they would see things very well laid out according to color and season. just about the only area of his life that disproved this appearance of meticulous order was his desk. the long walnut piece of furniture extended all the way down one wall of his room, and it was the center of everything disorganized, chaotic, and of course, creative. song lyrics, pages of tentative poems or stories, photographs, half-finished sketches and paintings, great smudged canvases spotted with paint...it all awaited him in a glorious maelstrom. but first he had to cover his manly bits. selecting a pair of black skinny jeans, a staple for one such as himself, a hat (it was extremely rare to see him without one), and a white shirt, ryan tugged on the clothes, plus one plaid overshirt, sunglasses, and of course, that nifty underwear that most people tend to wear (especially in tight jeans such as these, yeesh!). just for the hell of it, he decided to throw on a watch, several bracelets (proving, if nothing else, that he was secure enough in his masculinity), and some bright green hightop converse (another decidedly necessary factor in his closet--he had around twenty pairs, but hightops were definetely dominant to their shorter cousins the lowtops). sufficiently clothed, he felt he was ready to face the day. but what to do first? ah, the age old question of boredom. a quick peek out the window urged him further towards something social, rather than staying inside and being creative. either way would sounded pretty nice, he had to admit. sneakers making pleasantly familiar squeaky noises against the hardwood of the floor, ryan picked up singing again, switching to a different tune, as his iPod's shuffle mode commanded him. "we're the therapists pumping through your speakers
delivering just what you need..." the boy swifted abruptly to humming as he tugged open the door to the outside world, sunlight flooding him in like any friend's embrace would. oh yes, today would be a good day. he could just feel it. setting out across the sloping green lawn with a spring in his step that annoyed the fuck out of the guys who liked being all zen and aloof and badass, ryan couldn't help but grin like a silly little kid. when things were as good as they were, how could anyone ever be sad? even when it seemed like your world was falling down around you, there was still so much to be happy for. it could always, always, always be worse, ry thought to himself, though of course this lecture was not necessary for him, he wasn't telling himself anything he didn't already know--he was practically happiness incarnate most of the time. a familiar dark haired figure appeared down the hill ryan had just crested, and though he wouldn't have thought it possible, seeing her made his smile widen even more. it was a beautiful sight, one of his absolute best friends sitting on a verdantly bright green stretch with the sparkly ocean and the delicious sunlight streaming down between puffy cumulous clouds... oh man, that's good, maybe i should have stayed home to write, he mused with a smile, not the least bit upset about the muse going unmused--being around megan was a plausible excuse. turning off his iPod and stowing it in his jeans, he smirked, biting his lip mischeviously and moving forward. turning on sneaky ninja mode, ryan bent low (even though this was more to be silly and over-the-top than anything, her back was to him and the sound of the ocean blocked out the light pad of his feet on the grass) and slunk forward. about three feet behind her, ryan sprang forward with a "kee-yah!" yell of triumphant ambush, pounching her lovingly and gently, wrapping her in a hug and simultanously mussing her hair in a way he knew only he could get away with. "gotcha", he muttered in her ear, dissolving into laughs and relinquishing his hold on her just enough to shift to sit crosslegged next to her, elbows on knees, eyes turned towards the sea. comments; none :]
outfit; here
lyrics;daylight by matt and kim and sophmore slump or come back of the year by fall out boy [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by megan leigha dutton on Oct 3, 2009 19:57:47 GMT -5
Meg was so use to people not knowing who she was.She got it a lot from her friends..She loved being different from everyone else.It was just who she was,and they could kiss her ass if thety didn't like it.Meg has a completely different personality then anyone else.She was just very outgoing.She would just go up to a random person,introduce herself and hug them.She just loved people a lot,she always wanted to make friends with people because she never wanted to have just have one friend to fall back to.Just incase if that one friend,goes all bitch she would have tons of friends to be with.She never picked whos the better friend is,she kept her friends on balance.There wasn't the best friend,she hated those because then she becomes way to close to them and then they just back fire on her.They just made her feel werid because she had a lot of friends in her life,who pretty much controlled her life like she was a puppet.Her friends would blame there issues on her,would want attention from her,always wanted to be with her.Until Meg just can't take it,and she cracks.That was why she stayed away from having that one best friend and that was also why she was friends with more guys then girls.
As she sat on the grass,she let her arms fall behind her as her legs were spread infront of her.She actually couldn't care if she did get off the island.She just wanted to get away from her past and she hasn't really heard from her mom or sister in awhile.Well over texting a bit,she still didn't know how to explain where she was.So she explained that she was somewhere in NYC so her family wouldn't worry about her.Meg moved a piece of loose hair that escaped infront of her,behind her ear.Her blue eyes reflected back to the ocean.She was memorized by it.
Megan took out her ipod from her pocket.She put the studs in and started scrolling down her songs,seeing what song would brighten her mood even more.She smiled as she got to one of her favorite songs,One of THOSE nights by The Cab.She was in love with the song,it was such a great song to make her happy and just amazing voices.
I've been let loose and now I'm crawling up the walls
Word is I got away and now I must be caught
Don't leave, take it from me
I'll be more than a king
I can't take that, I can't take that
I'm going crazy and I've been awake for days
My mirrors are stained with painted portraits of your face
Don't leave, take it from me,
You're my dirty disease.
I can't take that, I can't take that
She slowly closed her eyes,as the music filled her mind.She pretty much was going to let the music take her into her own world.She smiled as she moved gracefully with the music.Her body swayed side to side,lightly.Megan didn't even think that no one was around because she didn't see anyone.But of course she was dead wrong.She was pushed forward,and she heard a familar voice.She let out a small scream.Until she felt familar arms wrap around her.She knew who this hug was from.No other than Ryan Cartier.He was one of her best friends,and of course like in every love story.Meg had a small crush on him.She couldn't help it.He was actually one of the only gentlemen on this island.Pretty much every other guy just wanted to get in her pants.Sure she didn't mind that fact,but never let the guy get what he wanted.Pretty much if she had to chose between going out with him or being friends.She would only stay friends with him because she didn't want to risk loosing him.
She scowled when he messed up her hair and she smirked when he whispered in her ear.She pulled out her studs.And could only shake her head at him.That was so Ryan to do that.She pretty much got tackled by him everyday. "Was that really nesassary?" She asked,with a laugh and then added. "What ever happened to a friendly hello?" She asked with a raised eyebrow as she straighten her hair out.
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Post by ryan lovett cartier on Oct 4, 2009 15:32:10 GMT -5
being around megan was like a natural pick-me-up for ryan, not that he ever really needed one. she just...got him. he didn't have to pretend to be anything around her (not that he ever did even if it was necessary), and she didn't pretend to be anything she wasn't. it took a lot of trust to do something like that, and ryan absolutely adored this girl for it. he cared about her so much, she was like that sister he'd never had. but, not a little sister so much as a twin, because she was just about his other half. ryan liked to think he was a good guy, and as such he never missed a chance to let people know how much he was grateful for them, so he liked to hope that megan didn't ever feel like he took their friendship for granted. that was just a non-cool thing to do, dontcha know!
megan was also just about flippin adorable, ryan thought with a grin, resisting the urge to pull her into another hug at her reaction. he hadn't expected her to be so wrapped up in her music, but her reaction had been worth a million bucks. no, it had been priceless. her brilliantly blue eyes flew open and her surprised scream echoed off the surrounding palm trees, scaring up a seagull or two (stupid birds, he thought). "oh meg," he said with a smirk and a cluck of the tongue, shaking his head like he was dissappointed. "first off, missy," he began, poking her nose in mock chastisement, "do i ever do anything that's necessarily necessary? and second off! i'm rather ashamed of you. you can't ever let your guard down with ninjas like me lurking at every turn," he said with a delicate sniff, tilting his nose upwards snootily. he held the pose for about three seconds, and then dissolved into giggles, because he couldn't even pretend to be anything other than ecstatic with megan dutton. so, instead, he made it a point to pose dramatically like a ninja, doing some shifty-eye thing and getting low in the grass, before laughing again. being around her, knowing she'd love him even when he was an idiot (and probably because he was an idiot) brought out even more ridiculous in ry than ever, which was saying something.
rolling his eyes at her decidedly girly motion of fixing her hair (though he had to admit, it triggered a desire to check his own hair, which he very narrowly resisted), "oh come on you big baby your hair looks fine. decidedly sexy," he added with a playful attempt at being a typical, sex-crazed man, wiggling his tongue around and snagging one of the ear buds, planting it in his right ear (the side closest to her). stretching his arms out behind him to hold him up, ry lay back, legs stretched out langoriously in front of him, giving her a look as if daring her to tell him not to get comfortable. because, duh, who could resist a face (and personality) like ryan's? certainly meg couldn't.
as well as a headphone, the boy made it a point to snag her actual iPod, ignoring whatever protests she might have and scrolling down through the selections. meg's iTunes selection was damn near identical to his own, one more reason why he adored this girl--she had impeccable taste in music. "ah, here we are," he said in a drawl complete with english accent (it was just one of those things he worked on in front of the mirror before bed, go figure), selecting a song and wiggling the other headphone into his friend's ear. he knew she'd approve of the selection because, duh, who wouldn't?
"it was 100 degrees as we sat beneath a willow tree
whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air
and refused to fall, to fall
and i knew I'd made a horrible call
and now the state line felt like the berlin wall
and there was no doubt about which side I was on, mhm..."
ryan tilted his head sideways to survey his friend, grinning. he was never ashamed to sing in public, and in fact he adored attention (megan had jokingly called him an attention wh*re more than once), so it was all the better if people looked at him. he had been told a lot of times he had a good voice, and he also was proud of his abilities with the guitar, which had led him to consider finding some other people and starting a band, but ryan was a bit lazy at times, so it really hadn't worked out yet.
comments; haha brendon and patrick sing in that song! i just listened to it :]
outfit; here
lyrics; crooked teeth by death cab for cutie
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Post by megan leigha dutton on Oct 5, 2009 20:45:05 GMT -5
Meg really did love hanging around Ry.She didn’t how to put it.Half of her wanted to be more than just friends and the other half felt like that would be like dating her own brother.It was a horrible descion to make.She didn’t want to risk losing him as a friend and she didn’t want to risk getting her heart broken.So she really had no clue what to do.All the girl really wanted in her life was to actually to find a guy that cared for her so much,would wipe away her tears and make her laugh.And she hated the fact that Ry filled in all of those.The expression all good men are taken or gay.They should add all the good men are taken,gay or your best friend.She just wished that she can reach out to Ry,tell her how she felt.But she couldn’t.The first time in forever,she actually couldn’t speak her mind to him.She would always go to him when she had a problem.But she couldn’t just tell him that she had feelings for him.Wouldn’t that just make a lovely subject?She thought and shook those thoughts out of her head.Godwhy him?Why the hell him?She hated the fact that he made her feel whole,that he was her other half.She never really felt whole her whole life.The only person that made her feel whole was when she was around her sister.But Meg hasn’t talked to her sister in awhile since she was off to collegue and Meg was stuck at this stupid boarding school and plus she didn’t even know where the hell this boarding school was.She just guessed some stupid island,maybe even away from the USA?
Usually Meg was well aware when people were around her.But she guessed that she was getting way into the music and well she just lost track of her surroundings.And also it was a very good song that she liked a lot.So it wasn’t her fault,she blamed the band The Cab because why do they have to make suck amazing music?She couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.He pretty much was right about that.Whatever Ry did wasn’t necessary,she should know that by all the times they hang out and he would get them in trouble of some sort.She rolled her eyes playfully at the ninja comment.Of course,Ryan the ninja.She always had to be aware of that because he just pops out of no where. “Why would I even ask that question?Half the shit you do isn’t necessary.And stupid little me,I forgot about the little ninja that is on this island praying on helpless girls.” She said with a laugh as she watched him act out as a ninja.Ry pretty much did brighten her day,he always had something funny up his sleeve and that would always put a smile on her lips.
She saw Ry roll his eyes at her when she fixed her hair.What she couldn’t help it.She took great pride in her hair,just kidding.She pretty much left her hair how it was or whatever way she decided to style it.But it seems like when she was around Ry she always had to make sure she looked good for him.She hated that because she knew that he accepted her the way she was.But she couldn’t help but roll her eyes back at him. “Oh this looks sexy?” She asked,with a teasing smile she ruffled her hair so that it covered her eyes and her stuck up in many places.She laughed and moved the pieces of her hair away from her eyes.
She looked at him and narrowed her eyes playfully when he took her other earbud.But she raised her eyebrows when he gave her a look. “What was that look for?” She asked him with a laugh as he stretched his arms out behind him.Before she could even wait for his answer her ipod was plucked out of her hands. “Hey!” She exclaimed,but rolled her eyes at him.She heard the ipod stop playing but then she slowly started hearing different music.But she wasn’t paying attention to the song that was playing on the ipod,she looked at Ry when she heard his amazing voice.She smiled back at him,and her blue eyes sparkled at him. “You know you should sing more.” She stated as her blue eyes looked at him then back at the ocean. |
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Post by ryan lovett cartier on Oct 6, 2009 19:27:21 GMT -5
ryan clucked his tongue, shaking his head. "oh meggy, don't lie, its not preying if you enjoy it," he pulled a funny face, tongue lolling and eyes crossed. his mother had never been the kind to tell him his face would stick like that; in fact, they'd sometimes have funny face wars where it would be a contest who could last longest without laughing. ryan never won--he was just too giggly of a kid. relaxing his facial muscles, he seemed to consider her statement, and after a moment he shrugged in admittance. "pssh, what's the fun in doing things that are necessary? food, water, taxes--that stuff is necessary, and hardly ever fun," his tone suggested that this was something that was terribly obvious. most of what he tended to say carried that tone. it wasn't necessarily condescending or rudely know-it-all; ryan had never known knowledge to be something to hold above others, so much as a tool to teach others. no, ryan was blissfully happy, his tone so matter-of-fact because to him, logistics, statistics, and worries of other people were so silly--when it came down to it, there were so many things to be happy about, how could you worry about ridiculous things like if people thought you were weird or not? it really was their loss, because ryan couldn't imagine not befriending someone because of how they dressed or something like that. what a silly waste of a friend!
"absolutely ravishing. being a preying little ninja like i am, i'm having a rather hard time not pouncing right now," he grinned, leaning over and gently taking a stray piece of her hair, moving it to where it went with a loving touch before reclining with his arms behind his head as a pillow, completely unaware that his best friend may just be having extreme heart palpitations from that action. ryan was absolutely, undeniably, unaware of so many things in this world, and how meg felt about him was one of them. he also didn't seem to realize that a lot of what he did could be considered very sweet and flirty. to him, it was just being a good friend, a good guy. there really was no other path he could see to take, this was simply the way to be. he simply didn't realize when he did things a boyfriend should do, like touching her hair so tenderly or just sitting and watching the sea with her. they were simple, everyday moments in his life, nothing out of the norm whatsoever. and had somebody pointed his actions out to him, he would probably have shrugged. after all, wasn't that what every girl wanted? he couldn't see it being a bad thing, especially for someone like meg who was so sweet and who deserved someone to love her and for her to love back. if every girl got love like that (and every guy gave his girl love like that), ryan could see how the world would be a better place, no problem. so how, then, could he not do that?
"what look? oooh, this look?" he fixed her in a "bedroom eyes" gaze, turning on the charm for a few seconds before laughing and waving a hand about absentmindedly. "just happy you're my friend," he smiled sweetly at her, because ryan was never one to miss an oppurtunity to let people know what they meant to him.
"she's a backseat driver
a drama provider
an instant update of the world
she's a first-class liar
a constant forgetter
she's attractive but bitter..."
[/center] laying back against the grass and listening to the ocean combined with the music in his one ear, it was so easy to relax and forget the world. rolling his head to the side and fixing the brunette to his side in a gaze complete with a smile, he made a shrugging motion. "hm? oh. haha, i do. you find me a band i'll sing for you whenever you want, hun," he said, turning back to face the sky. he got the feeling her eyes lingered on him, but by the time he glanced back she was already looking back at the ocean, so he did too, lifting his chin to see the waves. comments; ugh this was seriously sucky, sorry! >.<
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lyrics; she's a lady - forever the sickest kids [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by megan leigha dutton on Oct 11, 2009 20:13:24 GMT -5
“Pretty much the stuff that is necessary to do in life,is no fun.That’s why you have to do stuff that’s not necessary and just live your life.” She stated with a small smile.Megan wished she could actually live up to what she said.Sure,she loves her life.But she could never escape her past.She wished she could erase all the bad memories that she had in her mind.The memories where her father came into her room,he shook her until she finally walk up,but she always got a little bit watery eyed when she thought about when the first time her dad hit her across the face.She just remembered she couldn’t belive it because her dad never hit her before.She remembered after her dad screamed at her and left her room.She curled up in a little ball and just cried.She just kept thinking,did that really happen?If that did it won’t happen again right?But she was dead wrong.She kept thinking every time she did anything wrong,her dad would hit her.That was when she started taking pictures of her face.She took them the day after her dad hit her,and how worse the bruises got.She couldn’t belive how long she went without telling her sister and her mom what really has been going on.She just kept saying,she got hurt in gym or she got into a fight.But then she had to start thinking of better excuses because she kept saying the same thing over and over again.Even when she was talking to her mom,when she tried saying something her dad would pop behind Meg and place a hand on her shoulder and be like ‘Sweetie,what you tell your mom.I have the right to know also.’ Meg would always freeze up when he did that and would just walk away.That was one of those days when Meg was running up to her room in tears and she ran into her sister and her sister saw that Meg had a bloody nose.Sydeny knew Meg was lying and Syd wanted an answer.Meg pulled Syd into her room and explained everything to her.That was one of the days,Meg felt amazing.She finally told her everything.She showed her the pictures.
Meg pretty much didn’t even hear the words that came out of Ryan’s mouth.When Meg thought about her past she pretty much blanked out.She even notice the tears that were forming in her eyes.She finally snapped out of it when reality set in.She looked at Ryan and her heart gave a jump when he leaned in and moved a piece of stray hair that was in her eyes.Meg couldn’t help that her cheeks became bright red.She kept feeling her eyes watering again.She hated the fact that a guy never treated her like Ryan did.Ryan treated her like she was the only girl in the world.She hated that he was a best friend to her.She knew there was no way she deserved him.He was way to good for her.She just wanted to never let go of him.She wanted him to always be there for her when she needed him but even as only a friend he was there.Meg told everything to him,except her past.She never brought it up.She knew he had the right to know about everything.Meg just wanted to let her heart and mind go and tell him.
Meg put on a fake smile when he gave her his ‘bedroom eyes.’She rolled her eyes.She felt that her eyes were stinging because she was holding back tears.She hated how she could be so happy a second ago but then once when her damn dad came into her head.She completely lost it.She smiled at him again when he said that he was happy to have her as a friend. “You don’t know how much our friendship means to me.” She said very softly.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
She completely forgot that she had her ear phone in.She didn’t even know what she had this song on her ipod.She started letting the tears come down her cheeks.She through the ear bud that was in her ear out of it.She looked straight ahead of her,she kept wiping the tears away from her eyes.Meg didn’t want to look at Ryan because she thought he was going to think she was some kind of freak because she just randomly started crying.
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