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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:35 pm
Autumn sighed, what if she really did suck? That would suck.
She thought about objecting, but instead she started to play. Standing up, she closed her eyes and started playing random bits and pieces of songs she had written and wove in some Metallica. She didn't play any one song, just took random parts from a whole bunch and mixed them together. Oddly enough, they fit.
She played for about ten minutes before she opened her eyes and saw Frank gawking at her.
"Sorry..." Autumn mumbled and took the guitar off. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did I even play?
"Listen, I'll see you later..." she said and took off.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:37 pm
Godblessemohair ((lol. I adore this post. Unfortunately, I have to go to choir practice so I can't post. However, I shall when I return. heart ))
Okay. ^^
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 3:57 pm
Autumn sat at home on her bed, utterly confused.
First, she had tried to make a friend. Unsuccessful.
Then, she followed someone around. Successful, but with bad consequences.
After that she actually made some friends, one in particular. Which, she finished off by killing his ear drums.
Fun. Fun. Fun.
Fun.
She covered her eyes with her hands. She wasn't crying, just... nothing-ing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:12 pm
Frank gawked at Autumn in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to be so good at playing the guitar. The song she played was awesome and he caught bits and pieces of metallica weaved in. By the time his awe at her skills had subsided, she was mumbling a goodbye and out the door. He sat there shocked for a second, before he got up and followed behind her. He didn’t make a noise or a sound to let her know he was there, he just followed. He guessed this was his one allowed stalking of his lifetime. He watched her go inside her house as he stood behind her. The he walked up to the door and knocked, tentatively at first, gaining strength as it continued.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:24 pm
Autumn heard a rapping at her door.
Her mom must have forgotten the keys. She walked to the front, plastering a smile on her face and opened the door.
"Hey mom, how'd--" she began before noticing it was Frank.
Now she was even more confused. She stood there for a while not knowing what to say. All she could think of was, "Hi," then she walked back inside, but left the door open.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:40 pm
Nic giggled endlessly while she answered in as straight a voice as she could. “I guess so, considering I’ve never been in this situation before.” She pressed her lips to his, returning his kiss. “So what do couples do? I’m assuming that they kiss, but we’ve already got that down pat. But, um, what else?”
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:45 pm
Frank watched her walk back inside. She left the door open, so he assumed that he was allowed to come in. He was kind of hesitant to do so. He remembered the old saying: remember, assuming makes an a** out of you and me. ((lol, I just wanted to add that)) He followed behind her, and put on his timeless “Happy Frank” face. “So, what are you, and how did you get those skills?” He attempted to make a joke out of her madd skillz, but it didn’t quite sound right so he dropped it. “Seriously, you play really great. Did you make up that song on the spot? ‘Cause I heard bits of Metallica…”
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:49 pm
"Well, I'd assume they, er--- hold hands, and finish each others sentences, write love poems to one another, fight off all the bad guys together, eat very expencive sushi?"
He had never been in this situation before either, so he just put in some movie things and comic book things.
"Yes-no?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:58 pm
“Uh… yes to holding hands, but I don’t think we know each other well enough to finish each other’s sentences. We can do the poems, but mine would probably more sad and morbid than mushy. And that’s a dead no to sushi. Blah, raw fish.” She pulled a faced before she sunk into thought for a little while. “Um… Maybe we should go on a date. Couples do the date thing right?” She asked before laughing at their clueless-ness in the situation. One could tell they weren’t normal teenagers.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:59 pm
"Oh."
She sat down on the top part of her couch.
Was he being sarcastic, trying to piss her off?
No.
He's not like that.
But his face?
Oh Autumn, you fool.
"Oh." She rested her head on her knees as a cheesy grin spread across her face and then she started laughing, and then, fell backwards off the couch.
"Ow."
She pulled herself up off the ground and came face to face with Frank, who looked a little worried.
"Sorry. Sorry about leaving your place so fast, just. I thought..." she trailed off then decided not to explain, just to answer his questions.
"Yeah. I just played whatever. I have the inability to write complete songs, so... That was my first time playing in front of someone. I thought you thought that... yeah."
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 12:43 pm
"Yeah. People do that... But what kind of a date? Apparently going out for sushi is a no-no. Sushi's not only raw fish you know. It can be super yummy."
He smiled at her. They both knew that they had no idea what they were doing.
"How about we just do whatever, when we feel like it? Spur of the moment is more fun anyways."
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 3:20 pm
Frank nodded. He understood completely what Autumn meant, and he figured it would be best if they just forgot about that completely. “Well, you’re playing was awesome. I loved it. You should do it some more.” He gave a genuine Frank Iero smile, punctuating the truth of his statement.
Nic returned Gerard’s smile, wrapping an arm around his waist tentatively. “I like spur of the moment. I’m a spur of the moment kind of gal.” Her grin widened as she remembered what the next day was. “And tomorrow happens to be my off day, so we can be sporatic all day if you want. “
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 4:51 pm
"Sounds like a not-plan," Gerard said tucking his hair behind his ear.
"So, what are we gonna do now? Mikey took off, and it's getting late, so I'll have to go find him soon. He's probably over at Ray's or Frank's or something. But I've got about an hour before I have to be a responsible big brother."
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Autumn smiled. She had made a fool out of herself about a million times in the past couple days, but he never minded. In fact, the only time she could remember him actually getting ticked off today was the coffee incident, and it seemed as if that had slipped his memory.
She held her arms up, showing of the room.
"My house. You want something to drink? Or I could show you my guitar if you want. I've only got an accoustic. I pawned my electric because it was a piece of crap."
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 5:01 pm
Frank glanced around the room he was in with Autumn. It was a nice place; much cleaner than his house. He knew he probably didn’t need anymore caffeine that day, so he declined the drink offer and asked to see her acoustic. “Acoustics are nice. But I prefer electric. It’s a lot louder, perfect for my hyper moods.” He smiled and followed her to her guitar.
“Ah, sibling-ship. Must be fun playing the big brother.” She stood in thought for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what they could do for an hour. She pulled a face of disappointment and conceded that she was indeed out of ideas. “Um, yeah. My creativity is shot. I have no idea what we can do.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 5:12 pm
"We could pig out on junk-food and kill barbie dolls. Although, I don't think I have either," he thought for a moment... "A-hah. I have it. We can do each other's hair in braids. Aren't I mucho creative-o?"
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She led Frank to her room and pulled her guitar out. Like Frank, her guitar was her baby. It was a light red-ish wood, and she had painted the outer edge in grey and green and purple, with skulls, vines and flowers. It was by far her best painting, and her favourite.
"This is Maggie O. Her full name is Major Ouch, because she was my first guitar, and my fingers nearly died for the first couple weeks learning how to play her."
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