[james!]love/or.flirting?/

[&&.georgia daskon.]

georgia chloe daskon.

in a time of need
only few can see what’s wrong
millions tend to crawl
but only those who choose
can make it through this all[/i][/center]

There was absolutely nothing to do.
Georgia Daskon, a year ten elite, realised this after about half an hour of wandering aimlessly through Sonnisle Academy’s corridors and classrooms. She’d stumbled on a music group practising, but other than that, the school at the time 4:30PM on the Thursday evening was quiet, everybody either out in town or in their dorms.

Now she was in the school grounds. The area was nice enough, but a bit boring. She glanced around the grounds. A few groups hung around, but nobody she really knew. She resumed walking, looking for somewhere to sit down.

Her long blonde hair was curled expertly, framing her beautiful face and bouncing with every step she took. Mascara was heavily applied to her already long eyelashes; eyeliner made her hazel-brown eyes stand out, shining and pretty. The top of little designer boots was covered by dark blue, almost black skinny jeans. A light blue sleeveless top completed her outfit, and she looked stunning.

Georgia was tiring from her strolling, now. She just needed something to happen. Nothing too drastic, but just something to brighten up a slow-moving Thursday evening...
She dropped down onto a bench lightly, hoping that something would happen soon.

WORD COUNT;; { two hundred and three }
OPEN TO;; { james levi only }
MUSE;; { good }
LISTENING TO;; { mr brightside (acoustic version) by the killers }
COMMENTS;; { ... }[/size][/i]

[james levi]

James had just come back from rehearsal. He had been skipping meals; he had been cutting short on sleep. He didn’t want anything to happen, he wanted to get away from the drugs. He wanted to get away from the craziness his life had taken on in his life after his mother and sister died. It was just a cover, the drugs were. His song Yesterday, which he loved to sing, loved to play, it was pretty, no, it was beautiful, but sad, if you listened to it. If you listened to the lyrics, if you saw the pain on James’ angelic face, you would no it’s not a love song. It was a song about death, dying. A true, ‘why did you leave me?’ song. He just wanted it to go away. The drugs were the cover, but the song represented how he really felt. ”I’m not half the man I used to be, There’s a shadow hanging over me…” It was a sad song. James felt very unsafe on the inside, scared, and he felt like he could have done something.

Just this morning…
James glared at the wardrobe. Where he kept his drugs, where he kept his condoms and other things like that. Taking a garbage bag, he walked over to the wardrobe. Taking everything out, he put his clothes on his bed and went through the pockets of his jackets, taking the LSD out, taking the heroin out. He put it all in the back, and then cleaning out the bottem. He left one needle filled with heroin, and one bag of LSD scraps. He wanted to get rid of it. This was a start, but he left it there in case he absolutely needed it.

James was dressed in dark jeans; his shoes were his usual black converse, with navy blue laces. He was wearing a sweater vest, not in particular fashion, but it was that or a stained white tee-shirt. His parrot was resting on his head, chirping. His Hofneir was in its usual place, on his shoulder, resting on his hip. He plucked along to his song, Yesterday. He saw a girl on a bench, and he felt the need to talk to someone all of a sudden. ”Hello.” He said, looking at the girl.

[&&.georgia daskon.]

only few can sing like lions
‘cause we sing until we’re gone
and we’ve got each other’s backs
‘til we’re back where we belong

Georgia looked up, hearing somebody approach her. From the bird on his head, and the instrument on his side, she could tell who he was instantly; James Levi, a year eleven, known throughout the school as a player, a slut, a whore. Still, there was no strange look in his eyes; he wasn’t high, or anything.
‘Hello.’
A dazzling smile lit up the blonde elite’s pretty face, showing pearly perfect teeth. “Hiya,” she said, voice friendly and welcoming. She shifted ever so slightly, so he could sit down beside her.
Just to make sure she hadn’t mistaken who he was, she said quickly, “You’re James, aren’t you?” Georgia didn’t mean to sound rude, but her voice was slightly incredulous, though she hoped he didn’t notice.

WORD COUNT;; { one hundred and twenty six }
MUSE;; { good }
LISTENING TO;; { nothing }
COMMENTS;; { ... }
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[james levi]

The smile was welcoming, and so was her voice. It was the first day in a week James wasn’t high, drunk, or just gotten laid. It was hard, quitting drugs; quitting being such a whore was hard. He did have one thing he didn’t intend to quit, however. He wanted to quit drugs, but he couldn’t imagine quitting smoking. His cigarettes, they made him feel safe. He looked at the girl, not wanting to be a smart-ass and say hello back, again. He wanted to start a conversation. He could feel her gaze, probably judging whether he was high or drunk or love-drunk or not. He wasn’t. He didn’t really like the feeling of her judgmental gaze.

’You’re James, aren’t you?’ Her question came even more judgmental and somewhat rude. ”Yes. Yes I am. But the rumors… they’re not true… Or, not all of them, anymore…” He said, his voice slightly hurt. He wanted people to trust him again. He wanted this girl to trust him, it would be a start. ”So, you know who I am, who are you?” He asked innocently, not a flirtish sound in his voice at all.

[&&.georgia daskon.]

A pang of guilt instantly ran through her at his hurt voice. She hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, or stare like that... it was just that when everybody was saying this guy tried to hit on anything that moved, it was natural to be slightly wary of him. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.”
‘So, you know who I am, who are you?’
“Georgia Daskon.” The smile was back on her face, full and warm and genuine. “Nice to meet you, James.”
While she waited for some sort of response, she wondered where the conversation was heading. His voice was completely innocent and friendly right now; but would he end up flirting with her? Though Georgia was a sensible girl, she loved to flirt, and knew herself that she melted at every good-looking, nice, flirting boy... and James appeared to fit all three of those things.

WORD COUNT;; { one hundred and fifty seven }
MUSE;; { good }
LISTENING TO;; { undead, by Hollywood undead }
COMMENTS;; { i sense interesting mini plots! xD }
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[james levi]

”It’s fine. I’m used to it.” He said, stubborn. He couldn’t help thinking how pretty she was. He didn’t want to flirt, but he felt lonely, not seeing his band for a couple hours. It took out of your heart when all you had to talk to was a parrot that didn’t really mean what it said. He wanted someone to trust him, someone to care of his opinion, someone to listen to and care for. ”Georgia, I know what people say about me, but I’m willing to change.” James sighed. This was harder than it seemed. ”Would you like to go somewhere? Tonight? The movies? Or just someplace to… talk?” James was truly trying to be sincere, to be innocent. He looked at her with innocent eyes, his doelike eyes weren’t high, or even love-drunk. He was focused on her, waiting for a response. He blinked a couple times, his head tilted.

[&&.georgia daskon.]

‘It’s fine. I’m used to it.’
Georgia flinched slightly at his stubborn tone. “That’s not a good thing,” she murmured quietly. She looked up at him, brown eyes not wary anymore, just normal. Staring at her hands that rested in her lap while she waited for him to talk again, she wondered idly where her brother was. She had a feeling that their connection was slowly breaking; it was sad, but she’d have to deal with it.
‘Georgia, I know what people say about me, but I’m willing to change. Would you like to go somewhere? Tonight? The movies? Or just someplace to... talk?’
Georgia looked up again as he spoke. It was quite clear he wasn’t mindlessly flirting, and was sincere.
Well, what would the harm be in just going to the movies? With a friendly smile, she said, “The movies sounds good.”

WORD COUNT;;[/b] { one hundred and forty five }
MUSE;; { good }
LISTENING TO;; { undead, by hollywood undead }
COMMENTS;; { ... }[/size][/i]