Nicole Wilson
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 1, 2009 23:32:54 GMT -3
she wasnt the type of girl to get into any kkind of relationship. she didnt trust very manmy people especialy guys they always seemed to screw her over. sure her friends were guys but that just made her see how they realy were, except something was different about chris. he was actualy realy nice was he fakeing it or was it real? She coudl never tell.
when he asked her if she had herd about him she shook her head No I havnt sorry she said. even though she liked music alot she didnt realy listen to it becuase she never realy had time. she played music alot but besides her own songs she never realy hada chance just to listen to music.
ooc: ok so just a idea you dont have to do it if you want but it could be a start to alot of drama. ok so after they become friend, then they date, well soon after theyd eside to get married theyve only knew each other for about a year. So basicly there two teenagers who get married without parentle permission just think about all the dramatic opurtunities.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 2, 2009 0:37:22 GMT -3
{ take photographs take all your never fears } I heard that she hadn't heard of me before, which relieved me some. Most girls pretended they didnt until I asked that question. Then theyd go insane. I relaxed some a bit, resting my back on the stall. "Well.. do you want to hear a song?" My voice was soft. I spotted a guitar in the corner of the stable and cocked an eyebrow.
My gaze turned to her. Id sing My Friend Jane, it suited her, and it was so much fun to play on my guitar. Though without all the effects, its not quite as cool, but all in all, you'd get the point.
[sorry tis short]
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 2, 2009 0:46:05 GMT -3
she nodded her head Id love to she said with a smile. she liked listening to other peoples music especialy when it wasnt at a concert or anything. she waited for him to start she was a bit excited, so he was actualy famous. she hadnt met very many famous people before. maybe she could play a sonbg of hers after him, although for the song she had in mind it would sound better on a electric guitar but what ever it worked. so how long have you been playing she asked out of curiosity.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 2, 2009 1:01:48 GMT -3
{ i've never felt so good writing a song about you } I stood up and grabbed the guitar. I came back over to her and sat next to her. I checked to see if the guitar was in tune, and to my surprise, it was. Strumming a small thing to get my fingers warmed up, I looked up at her. "Years. Like... 6 years or something..." My voice was soft and I smiled.
"Okay, I call it My Friend Jane." I cleared my throat. "You see this girl? Shes got a problem telling time, if you knew her... Youd ask me so many questions, shes confused about her image, although we all agree she's so beautiful... I promise that you've never looked so good, without that face on... I know you know, you knew you never could.. I beg to differ, if I had one..." I just sung that much, I didnt want to waste time. I looked at her, waiting for her comment.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 2, 2009 1:09:33 GMT -3
as she sat there listening to his song she found her self mesmorized by his voice. it was different and unique but still very good, the song was realy good as well. I Love your voice she said with a grin and the song is realy good to she said. She then puased wondering if she should ask him if he wanted to hear one of her songs. want to hear one of mine she asked. she usualy didnt like to play infront of people becuase she had stage fear and would freeze however she was starting to relax with chris and felt comfidant.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 2, 2009 1:21:18 GMT -3
I smiled at her comment, it made my cheeks slightly redden. "Thanks! And sure, I'd love to." I handed her the guitar and watched her gently, I flicked the bangs from my eyes and waited patiently. It could take all night for her to get ready, and yet, I wouldn't care. I sat back and watched her, my hazel eyes glimmering. I looked outside real quick, it was getting dark.
"Say, after you get done showing me your song, I'll walk you home.. Its getting dark." My voice was calm. I was nice, I wasn't faking it. No, I wasn't that type of guy, and I was hoping I could show her that.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 2, 2009 1:31:55 GMT -3
She thought he was a great guy atleast from what she knew about him. however she would like to get to know him even more. so far chris seemed to be the kind of guy she wanted as a friend chris was like the people she wanted to suround herself by. She just had a problem being nice to people and couldnt help it. she didnt know why she was being so nice to him. takeing teh guitar from him she smiled This is called The Best Damn Thing she said. she puased to strum the guiatr a few times. Where are the hopes, where are the dreams My Cinderella story scene When do you think they'll finally see
That you're not not not gonna get any better You won't won't won't you won't get rid of me never Like it or not, even though she's a lot like me We're not the same And yeah yeah yeah I'm a lot to handle You don't know trouble, I'm a hell of a scandal Me, I'm a scene, I'm a drama queen I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen as she took a breath and stoped playing the guitar she luaghed slightly obviously its not finished she said.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 2, 2009 1:50:31 GMT -3
I looked at her and listened. It was amazing. It made me seem country. I smiled. "Its amazing!" I repeated my thoughts. I smirked at her. "I sound totally country." I laughed. "And here I am, in a barn. Ironic... No?" I smiled at her. I gently grasped the guitar back, placing it back, perfectly. I turned and Willow neighed at me. I looked over at her. "Jee.. Calm down sweetheart." I went over to the cubboard and pulled out some hay. I gave it to the horse, and went back to Nicky. "So shall we?" I asked quietly, making a crook in my arm, where she could link hers through, if she wanted to.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 2, 2009 1:53:39 GMT -3
Handing the guitar toi him she smiled Thanks she said. honestly i dont know why i came here im not a big fan of horses she said. they were just to big for her likeing. she love mini horses however she had tried to convince her parents to buy one as a house pets. standing up she linked her arm with his. her ankle was getting better however it still hurt when she put prerssure on it however it wasnt nothing she could handle.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 2, 2009 2:46:24 GMT -3
Things were going along great. I hung out with her all the time, and I had something on my chest I wanted to tell her. She talked with her old friends and sometimes hung out with them, but when she came back, she was always wasted or something happened. I needed to tell her, I cared. I needed to tell her, that I didnt want her to be with them. I wanted her to be with me. I wanted to date her, for i liked her oh so much.
But the point is,could I get the courage? I sighed and picked up my cell calling her number. It reached voicemail, and so I spoke. "Hey, its Chris. I was wondering if you could come over here to my house for a bit, I need to talk to you... You dont have to call, just come.. kay, bye." I closed my phone and fell back on my bed. "That was so stupid" I sighed.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 2, 2009 2:53:17 GMT -3
Of course she didnt answer her phone becuase she was out waisted and partying with her friends. But once she did realised he had called her, she had one of her friends drive her to his house. she was totalt waisted and in a good mood though. as teh car pulled up to chris's house. she got out and knocked on the door.
She was wearing a black and red zebra striped jacked and skinny jeans. Knocking on the door she waited for him to answer. She wanted to stop drinking abdly however she didnt think any one cared about her, becuase well obviously no one had ever helped her stay sober bafore.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 2, 2009 3:10:16 GMT -3
A knock came to the door, and I flew down the stairs ot answer the door. The smell of alcohol reaked through the door and I sighed, i could only hope she'd understand. I opened the door and let her in, and brought her upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed and patted the spot next to me for her. "Its really important... what I need to tell you..." I said calmly, looking into her eyes. I bit my lip, and looked away. I stood up and turned around a second trying to catch my breath, I placed my hands behind my head for a few seconds until I found my guitar. I grabbed it and turned back to her.
"What i need to tell you, i cant say it. I dont know why... But.. I wrote this song for you. Its how I feel. And I really really needed to tell you... Anyway, it goes like this..." I strummed the guitar.
"If its not those cowboy boots in the summer Oh my God I pray for another Chance to drive down back highways Til I stumble upon your beautiful face Your presence isn't what kills me It's that artistic gleam That's taking over my scenery Dream by dream
You might think I'm incapable Of loving a soul like yours You might think I'm a fool For you
Girl you got style That what I love about you The way that you still back and watch this grow You got dreams And therefore I believe in you All the small town people with their big remarks They aint got jack to say about my movie star she's got style she's got style...
If its not the fact that I'm a wee bit younger Or the truth that I'm so naive My heart keeps leaping back to you Like a dog tied to a tree I know it sounds crazy Its ridiculous to me But without by my side girl...
You might think I'm incapable Of loving a soul like yours You might think I'm a fool For you
Girl you got style That what I love about you The way that you sit back and watch this grow You got dreams And therefore I believe in you All the small town people with their big remarks They aint got jack to say about my movie star
What are the odds of finding someone just like you Tell me why I never wanted to go back home I'm still falling for you today..."
God let me tell you, those were the hardest three minutes in my life. My cheeks were bright red and my gaze fell to the ground and then back to her, I hoped she felt the same. Id never really asked a girl to date me. They would always ask, but i really felt there was a connection...
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 2, 2009 3:18:31 GMT -3
As she followed him up the stairs to his room she wondered what was so important. A girl being dragged up to a guys room might bring the rong impression thank god she knew him enough that she knew nothing would happen. as she sat on the bed curiosity over took her when he said he was goingto sing a song. what was it about? or even who? what couldnt he tell her? she was just so confused.
She sat there listening to the song and it took her a wile but it finaly struck her that he liked her. she wasnt expecting that one but she was still surprised. Even though she was drunk just listening to him sing that song callmed her down and made her think clearly. You Like Me? she asked.s he was realy surprised becuase well they might have been friends but she never thought she was good enough or even his type.
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Post by Christofer Drew }} on Jan 2, 2009 3:31:17 GMT -3
I bit my lip and heard her question. I nodded gently and adverted my gaze to the ground. "Yea.. And I wanted to tell you, I hate it when you hang out with those... those guys... Theyre bad influences, not like youre a child, because your not. but I care about you.. And honestly, it hurts when you come back waisted and hurting..." He kept his gaze down.
What was I thinking? She didnt like me. I wasnt her type. I was just another boy to her. Only the kind that didnt get her drunk. I felt so stupid. I showed her how I feel, everything I cared about was out in the open. My heart began beating like mad. It pounded against my rib cage, like a prisoner that wanted out. Well, Id let my heart out, as long as someone would take it in. So far, I had the hunch she wouldnt, but I wanted her to. The prisoner in my body yearned for her.
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Post by Nicole Wilson on Jan 2, 2009 3:37:59 GMT -3
She wasnt sure what to do or say. He actualy cared about her, not even her parents cared about her. She was pretty much alone in the world. she didnt even live with her parentys and she was only 16, she lived with her aunt. sure her aunt cared about her but her aunt wasnt around very much becuase shewas always with John her boyfriend. she started to shake. I dint think i can stop she said meaning she didnt think she could stop drinking, she was addicted, plus she didnt think she was strong enough to stop.
she waited a few minutes and then found she couldnt control her body. she started to lean forward kissing him on the lips, forgetting her breath smelt like alcohol. Probably not the most romantic first kiss ever.
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