Post by iheartyouu on Feb 22, 2009 12:12:40 GMT 10
can't you see i'm trying||
i don't even like it, i'm just lying
Brookelle brushed back her hair. What was she doing here? It wasn't like she had anything huge to study for. If she did, she would most likely have been curled up in her room right now, eating comfort food and cramming.
No, she was very much here and not quite sure of what to do. The library had been one of her favorite places as a child, besides any room with a piano and her dining room: it was large, open, had great acoustics, and it was only used at night. Maybe the library was bringing her closer to home somehow, reassuring her.
But why did she need reassurance? She had all--well, most--of the familiarities of home here, and her wonderful friends.
Maybe it was just her family. Maybe she was just getting nostalgic.
Was it the fact that Connor, her ex from over the summer, had had gone out the door and now it was 'bye, bye, bye' for the two of them? She had been so convinced that all they needed was love, but obviously she was wrong.
Maybe she was wishing for college to be over already. She actually laughed at that one: why would she want this fabulous dream of a college experience to be over?
She hadn't realized, but in doing this she had began to masticate her granola bar, and it was now lying in a crumbled heap of oats all over her sheet music.
"Oh, motherchucker," she groaned as she began to clean it up. There was no cleaning the sticky syrup that now covered a couple of bars of music, though, and she would just have to live with that.
Opening a random textbook that was lying sprawled on the table, she pretended to read it while really pondering these weird thoughts.
Her eyes flew across the page, not really taking in any useful information whatsoever. She hummed songs as she 'read', changing the tune whenever a new song came to mind. As she continued this odd process, a particular song came to mind. Free Fallin, by Tom Petty. What? She hadn't heard that song in awhile.
It didn't seem to go away, and she seemed to need to need to get it out. And there was only one way to get a song out of her head. She put down the textbook and started singing.
"And, I'm a bad boy, cuz I don't even miss her! And I'm a bad boy for breaking her heart..." She giggled. As long as she was doing this, she might as well do it the right way. She grabbed a pencil and started singing into it like a crazed teen with a hairbrush in front of a mirror.
"And I'm free, free falling, yeah I'm free, free falling!" She forgot that she was in the library and was really belting it out, despite herself. The sound of footsteps behind her made her cut the performance short. Was it the librarian? She blushed.
"Erm... sorry, I..." She turned around awkwardly to face whoever had caught the end of her little show.
i don't even like it, i'm just lying
Brookelle brushed back her hair. What was she doing here? It wasn't like she had anything huge to study for. If she did, she would most likely have been curled up in her room right now, eating comfort food and cramming.
No, she was very much here and not quite sure of what to do. The library had been one of her favorite places as a child, besides any room with a piano and her dining room: it was large, open, had great acoustics, and it was only used at night. Maybe the library was bringing her closer to home somehow, reassuring her.
But why did she need reassurance? She had all--well, most--of the familiarities of home here, and her wonderful friends.
Maybe it was just her family. Maybe she was just getting nostalgic.
Was it the fact that Connor, her ex from over the summer, had had gone out the door and now it was 'bye, bye, bye' for the two of them? She had been so convinced that all they needed was love, but obviously she was wrong.
Maybe she was wishing for college to be over already. She actually laughed at that one: why would she want this fabulous dream of a college experience to be over?
She hadn't realized, but in doing this she had began to masticate her granola bar, and it was now lying in a crumbled heap of oats all over her sheet music.
"Oh, motherchucker," she groaned as she began to clean it up. There was no cleaning the sticky syrup that now covered a couple of bars of music, though, and she would just have to live with that.
Opening a random textbook that was lying sprawled on the table, she pretended to read it while really pondering these weird thoughts.
Her eyes flew across the page, not really taking in any useful information whatsoever. She hummed songs as she 'read', changing the tune whenever a new song came to mind. As she continued this odd process, a particular song came to mind. Free Fallin, by Tom Petty. What? She hadn't heard that song in awhile.
It didn't seem to go away, and she seemed to need to need to get it out. And there was only one way to get a song out of her head. She put down the textbook and started singing.
"And, I'm a bad boy, cuz I don't even miss her! And I'm a bad boy for breaking her heart..." She giggled. As long as she was doing this, she might as well do it the right way. She grabbed a pencil and started singing into it like a crazed teen with a hairbrush in front of a mirror.
"And I'm free, free falling, yeah I'm free, free falling!" She forgot that she was in the library and was really belting it out, despite herself. The sound of footsteps behind her made her cut the performance short. Was it the librarian? She blushed.
"Erm... sorry, I..." She turned around awkwardly to face whoever had caught the end of her little show.