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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 24, 2007 14:49:18 GMT -5
All the windows,
Swear to miss you,
And the doors are cell block tight.
[/i] going on. Well...not that many people even knew. Brodie wondered if 2nd*R even knew. They had probably guessed but nothing had ever really been said about it. One of those things that really didn't need to be spoken about, everyone understood the situation. Though she knew others wouldn't be so...understanding. She paused for a moment outside, a smile on her face when someone tapped on the window behind her, turning back she smiled, a slight - almost girlish - giggle...what on earth was the girl up to? She felt her messenger bag hang by her hip as she brushed a bang of hair behind her ear. To tell the truth she was looking a lot better than she had before, the cravings were starting to pass, less frequent and less intense. And for once she thought she might make it though this time. An almost dance as she walked off, a smile on her face and in her heart. It was strange, to see her like this. She looked younger as well, when she wasn't high, with that smile and with that laugh. She stopped, looking at what was left of a communal fire. She sat her bag down on the ground and threw the last of the wood by the side on before dusting her hands off. She looked down at the tattoos and smiled. A new start and a new life, those chances didn't round much. Sitting down on the grass she pulled her new song book out. New life, new start and new songs. A new sound track and this was how she would keep track of it. She was a musician not a rock star. this time round it would be right. She would make sure of it. Opening the book she sat there looking at half scribbled out lyrics before looking at the fire. Something had put her in a happy mood. [/color][/blockquote][/ul] Sweet sedation,
Sweep the issues,
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 24, 2007 16:23:51 GMT -5
see the strange boy talking to his shadow
he's got a secret to tell [/i] to look on the bright side, and he was going to make it sunny in his head even if it drove him insane. His iPod changed from 'Pretty Girls Make Graves' by The Smiths to 'Do You Still Hate Me?' by Jawbreaker. It was quite a jump, but people would be surprised to see half the songs Pete had on his iPod, they weren't very typical. There was quite a large variety, including several Kanye West songs, and Bright Eyes. Pete looked up when the tour bus door opened after he passed, and he watched Brodie exit. For a fleeting second he thought she might be on drugs, but another quick glance told him otherwise. Pete was feeling like he'd been burning far too many bridges lately, and perhaps it was time to rebuild them. The last time he'd seen Brodie he hadn't even muttered a word to her - it had been rude, but he had been in one of his moods. Pete walked over toward Brodie, still drinking the soda in an attempt to kill the taste in his mouth. He still felt queasy, but the cool wind was making everything feel a lot better right now. Pete sat down beside her silently, taking out his earphones. Pete had only recently re-discovered where his iPod was, so he was going to listen to it and use it as much as possible before he lost it again, which wouldn't be long, probably. "Hey Brodie," Pete said, pausing the song. "I wanted to apologize for being a totally utter asshole the other day at Crater," Pete said. He was surprised to find that Brodie had come out of her old tour bus, happy, and in a fairly good mood. Hadn't she argued with them? [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul] his imaginary friend knows everything
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 24, 2007 16:40:49 GMT -5
Did it call you down,
Are you back just yet,
[/i] everything. Though admittedly there were certain things she couldn't change, like how she felt about people but that would come with time, if she convinced herself that her feeling had changed, they would change wouldn't they? Though going by what had just happened she didn't know if that was possible. Mind you she thought that it wasn't possible to get off the drugs and she was managing that so far. So that meant it must be possible. Yeah - it couldn't be that hard. Half in a trance she watched the fire as she thought she didn't notice Pete sitting down, that was until he spoke. Jumping slightly she snapped round then laughed. "Fuck hell Pete! What are you a ninja! Don't sneak up on people like that." She said with a slight bounce as she smiled and waved her hand. "Ah no its ok." She insisted. In fact Brodie was starting to think that it had been a very bad idea to go to the club and snap at him. Well she had tried to apologise...but it had been a strange apology, she had been trying to show him, that he meant something to someone too, that he was the one there when she needed a slap and some sense talked in to her. Brodie hated to think what would have happened if he wasn't in the graveyard that night. "It's alright." She said with a smile, the book still open on her lap as she pulled the hoodie up on to her shoulders, god why had she chosen to wear this one, it was too big, and to tell the truth she had meant to throw it out but never got round to it. "You ok? You don't look so great..." She asked him with obvious concern and that smile being replaced by a slight frown. [/color][/ul][/blockquote] Waiting now please come set me free,
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 24, 2007 17:03:58 GMT -5
he says they won't believe you
you don't know what you're talking about [/b] Pete told her with a smile, and he took another drink of the soda, still attempting to drown the taste. Pete put the lid back onto the bottle and glanced over at Brodie again briefly, half wanting to ask her what she had been doing in 2nd*R's tour bus, but then deciding he wasn't going to. She didn't need him snooping in on her life as well as everyone else, Pete had seen her name highlighted in the media quite a bit recently, so he didn't really think she wanted anyone else knowing about her personal life unless she chose to divulge it to him. He did, however, glance at the tour bus in a subtle reference, so she could choose to ignore him if she wanted to, but could also get an idea that he was wondering what she had been up to. "I'll be alright," Pete said. "Been throwing up all day... it's the fucking food, I think," Pete said. Or the amount of medication he had taken all at once. Pete never really took his pills at the proper time, and often ended up taking them all at the same time, and then waking up and feeling like shit. However, right now he was convinced the problem was mainly food related. He opened the bottle again slowly and took a drink of the soda. He'd spent what little time he had experienced not throwing up watching Rushmore on DVD, a movie which he hadn't actually watched recently. It was almost nice to feel that sad, nostalgic feeling, but it was also painful. Blinking back tiredness Pete looked over at Brodie again, considering everything that had happened the day before with Patrick. There was Pete, saying one person could come in to your life and change it forever, and Pete had been waiting tirelessly for that person, not really realizing he already had that person. It was a nice realization though, because it was far better to acknowledge it than to continue to ignore it. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul] cause his eyes are always red, can't sleep at night
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Post by Brodie Dhonchaindh on Apr 24, 2007 17:24:19 GMT -5
This could be, this could be the last time
It's a chance to fix mistakes,
One more for the last time.
[/b] She told him with a smile. "We ended up crashing at some kids parents house and the kids dad made up breakfast. Only for us to get back on the bus and everyone got ill. Wasn't funny at the time, but you know, looking back it always is." This was what Brodie called trying to cheery people up. Even if it didn't always work. Brodie was always willing to make herself look stupid to cheer something up. "Ohio was hilarious, we ended up in the middle of a tornado warning, an hour before the doors opened all these sirens went off and shit and we ended up stuck in a basement." She explained her eyes trailing back to the fire again. Only this time she talked about her old band, there was no bitterness, no anger...just fond memories. She stopped and found herself looking back to the tour bus, a soft smile, a slight blush and she wondered what he was doing. That was until she remembered Pete was still beside her. Oh god now she would have to explain herself wouldn't she. "Eh..." She said slightly sheepishly, a hand though hair as she bit her lip again trying to work out some thing to say to throw him off. "We were like...sorting out the flat...and legal shit..." She said even though it was so obviously a lie and she knew that much. Hopefully he wouldn't see though it. Oh who the fuck was she kidding? "yeah so ..like..." She said trying to think on her feet but she had never been good at that - the main reason she had never been able to talk her way out a fight. "And like yeah." She said again this time sinking down in to her hoodie slightly, trying to hide that little blush on her cheeks. Maybe she could even ask him for advice, he was older, so she would have some experience in the field wouldn't he and Brodie wasn't exactly Miss Know It All. [/color][/blockquote][/ul] Don't you throw our dreams away,
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