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Post by Alexandria Bryodix on May 17, 2009 12:52:22 GMT
 ( this is my interpretation and it don't make sense )
i have hardly any muse. i'm sorry that this post sucks so much. oh , and don't you love my mixture of faker and fae? haha.
tags : none , open , complete , 441 words w/ template , listening to 'are you magnetic?' by faker .
template by victorian cheese of caution , lyrics : my interpretation by mika , graphic by me in all of my awesomeness .
one of my favourite songs, 'are you magnetic?' by faeker, was playing on my ipod as i stared aimlessly at a book. i wasn't even sure what book it was, i'd forgotten that a long time ago.
it wasn't like me to forget something as simple as a book title, but something had been bugging me lately. what and why i had no idea, but it definitely wasn't like me.
i was beginning to feel more mature, like a senior. of course, i was a senior, but i'd never acted or wanted to act my age.
silently hoping it was only a phase, and that i would be the annoying, childish girl i had always been soon enough, i put the no named book into my bag, and sipped from my cup of casa.
i looked over the campus. there were hundreds of fae running around with their friends, having fun. i sighed. after the dance, i had met no one at all, and titania, willow and elaina were no where to be seen.
i was alone and confused - and this time, my imagination couldn't save me from the pain.
all i really wanted was what i had never thought i would want specifically. of course it had always been in the back of my mind - it would have been nice to have - but it had never been something i did have.
i wanted someone else.
i didn't want anyone in particular, and whether they were anything from my best friend to my boyfriend didn't matter in the slightest. just having someone i could rely on, just one person i could tell everything, would be perfect. not two people, not three people, just one, special person.
as i turned towards my bag, looking for a notepad to pull out and scribble on aimlessly, i suddenly felt a figure hovering over me. i turned my head slowly, trying to see who it was.
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Post by Foster Scilla on May 17, 2009 13:15:32 GMT
I saw a senior girl sitting down, staring at a book. I noticed she was reading the same page continuously, and she looked like something was really bothering her. I sighed, knowing that even trying to ignore her would be pointless, that I should go and say something, talk to her. I walked up behind her, beginning to worry I might surprise her. She turned around slowly, as if she already knew I was there, and I suddenly felt very young.
"Er... Hi...?" I stuttered.
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Post by Alexandria Bryodix on May 19, 2009 10:05:45 GMT
( i'm not scared at all of the crystal ball )
just so you know, lexie's remembering him from seeing him as a pop star and crap. in case you've forgotten about that.
tags : none , open , complete , 293 words w/ template , listening to 'london bridge' by fergie (oh sh!t!) .
template by victorian cheese of caution , lyrics : crystal ball by p!nk , graphic by me in all of my awesomeness .
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he looked slightly intimidated and unsure of what to say. i smirked at his expression. i probably looked even older now i was acting it.
"hi," i said to him, standing up and smoothing out my skirt. "i'm alexandria. you can call me alex. or lexie." i looked down at him and smiled warmly. "i'll even answer to 'hey you!' if you yell it loud enough." my mouth formed a grin when the childish comment came out of it. that was a bit more like me.
he looked like he was in about his junior year. he certainly wasn't in his senior year, but he wasn't young enough to be a sophomore. he had long, straight, light blond hair that hang annoyingly all around his head and down his back. he was lanky and had a goofy smile. his hands seemed to be permanently stuffed in his pockets.
somehow, he looked familiar. i squinted at him, trying to remember seeing him before. i was stuck, any encounter i'd already had with him was long forgotten.
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Post by Foster Scilla on May 19, 2009 15:49:29 GMT
"You looked like you needed help," I said slowly, frowning. She had looked so upset... I wondered if I could do anything to help her out. She squinted at me, and I couldn't help but think she was quite odd. Even though I was trying to stay polite, she wasn't making it easy.
"I'm Foster," I held out my hand to shake hers, but she didn't move.
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