` be there when you fall -- open

[lachlan thomas core .]

` lachlan core !

you need someone to show
you how to live again

Lachlan liked the homely feel of Holloway. He had the freedom of not living at home with his own parents, but the option of coming home every night to a home cooked meal. It was ideal for the young man. He’d spent freshman year in a dorm, and it had been fun living on campus but that was the problem. It had been a little too much fun. Lachlan had found himself spending more time then she should hanging out with his suit-mates and enjoying campus life then he should have been. So, before Sophomore year the young man had found a new place to call home.

The young man had thought about an apartment, but his parents were already paying for college and his wage as a waiter at the Riverside Club just really didn’t cover rent of an apartment and living expenses. Of course, Lachlan’s mother had always been the perfect fan of her son’s dancing ambitions and probably would have helped him out with more money had he asked, but he didn’t want to do that to his parents. They’d already spent too much on him. Besides, Holloway was a good place to live. The owner was rather friendly, it was a short walk to campus.

Besides that, his room was nice. From his loft bedroom window he had an amazing view of the city, and being in the attic he had a little more privacy. He could also hang out with friends or other house-mates in the lounge-room set up in the other half of the attic. It was really the perfect set up for Lachlan. In fact, that was where he was. Sitting on the edge of the couch. TV on and turned down low. Bass on his lap. Lachlan absently strumming, with his attention focussed on the book he was holding in his other hand. Lachlan Core was ever the multi tasker.

His mind wasn’t clearly focussed on any of the three activities he was trying to undertake. The book was deathly boring. Try as he may, Lachlan couldn’t get himself interested in dance theory. He loved to dance and that was all that mattered to the boy. Who cared how the styles evolved and what principles of movement governed the art of dance? He probably should have turned the TV off and put away his guitar, forcing his mind to stay focussed on the book. That didn’t seem like a very enticing idea though. In fact, giving up on the book seemed like a better way to go.

` w o r d c o u n t ! 425
` l y r i c s ! I wanna be there, blessed union of souls
` t a g ! open
` n o t e s ! not great, but eh.

[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[delilah audrey manning]

don't you worry about the distance
i'm right here when you get lonely

Delilah loved the idea of visiting Lachlan. I mean, she had just gotten there this year, and had never really been to his dorm room before, but she was sure she could find her way. If not... well, that would be pretty mortifying for her. She made her way to Holloway and climbed up, up, up the stairs. Lachlan stayed in the attic--she hoped. Maybe. Honestly, she was not quite sure, but she prayed that she had the right room and did not end up bursting into a complete stranger's room while he was... well, Delilah hoped Lachlan would be opening the door and not anyone else.

The familiar hum of his bass greeted Delilah even before she had gotten there. It was comforting, soothing to her ears, and a slow grin spread upon her face. It had been awhile since she had really had alone time with Lachlan. She missed him. And... it would be good for them to be alone without Bailey somewhere, crouched in the distance, eavesdropping on their every word. Sometimes Delilah did not know what was with that girl. Did she like Lachlan? No, she would not. She COULD not. Delilah was her friend, and she cared about her, right?

So she finally reached Lachlan's room in the attic and, tentatively and quietly, pushed open the door, hoping to catch him mid-act. She walked on her tiptoes, pretending she was on pointe, being as silent as she possibly could. Ballet had been her life since she was a young child; she had pretty much mastered the art of grace and silence. She 'pointe'd till another room, which appeared to be some sort of a lounge, and looked, and there he was. Balancing a book in one hand. His bass was on his lap and he was strumming, totally not paying attention to what he was doing.

Her little multitasker.

She giggled, then tried to cover it up, putting her hand over her mouth and knowing she had been given away. She had been surprised she had not made much noise before that, her tote was swung over her shoulder. She had a class in a couple of hours, so her water bottle and her pointe shoes were in her tote, as well as her lambs' wool for her shoes and a book to read while she waited. She had not planned on coming here, she had acted on a whim and a desire to see Lachlan.

Knowing that she was outed, she sort of revealed herself, stepping down onto her heels off of her toes. Her hair was a mess, she knew, and she would tie it into a bun when she got to the changing room, but she hoped Lachlan did not mind. If he was busy, well, she would just leave, but she was glad that she at least got to see him.

- - - - -

tag !

[/b] lachlan <3
lyrics ![/b] hey there delilah, plain white t's (haha it was the only thing that came to mind
word count ![/b] 485
comments ![/b] eh. not the greatest. but i love them tooo! ilovelachlanhe'ssocute<3
[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[lachlan thomas core .]

` lachlan core !

you need someone to show
you how to live again

With his mind on several things at once, and his girlfriend’s natural aptitude for being graceful, it wasn’t a surprise that the young man didn’t hear her as she snuck across the room towards him. It was the last thing he had been expecting. A visit from Delilah. Not that it wasn’t welcomed. Oh no, a visit from her was always welcomed as far as Lachlan was concerned. It wouldn’t matter what he was doing. He’d stop it if it meant seeing Delilah. He had the last two years to do those things. Now that Delilah was actually at college with him, there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to make the most of it. It was far too awesome having her so close not too.

The giggle had indeed given the young woman away. However, Lachlan was going to play along with her little game, almost. He knew from the moment he heard the giggle who it was. He’d know that giggle anywhere. However, he did his best not to react to it. Not even a flinch. Instead, he shut his book. Tossing it haphazardly to the floor. An action he probably would have done with or without Delilah there. It was dense, and hugely annoying. Not exactly the boy’s choice in reading material. Still though, it was a little bit better then his nursing text books. At least they had a point though. Dance theory was just… stupid.

He then set aside his guitar. As though he’d had enough of that too. Surely that would have made it fairly obvious that his actions were all a façade. The boy would never grow tired of his bass. He had very little musical ambition, and he knew he wasn’t amazingly brilliant. Still though, he could sit for hours teaching himself cords from a song or just strumming away. A lot of people found it annoying actually. The way he would just sit and strum quietly while watching tv. Okay, so maybe that would be really distracting. Still though. He liked to strum. Or be doing something with his fingers at least. He was a fiddler that boy. Unable to sit completely still.

Reaching his arms back, the boy made a deep, yawning noise in the back of his throat. Thank god he had at least some acting skills, or his little game would not have worked, even just a little bit. Reaching backwards, he stretched to the fullest extent he could, until he could feel Delilah against his fingers. With the upper-body strength of someone he had been lifting girls above his head for years, the boy plucked Delilah off the ground and brought her over the couch, and down into his lap. Smirk on his features. He loved it when he could turn things around on her like that. “Hullo you..” he murmured, nuzzling his face into her neck.

` w o r d c o u n t ! 482
` l y r i c s ! I wanna be there, blessed union of souls
` t a g ! open
` n o t e s ! I foresee great cuteness in their future..

[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]