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Post by harley on Nov 14, 2009 21:51:48 GMT -5
 TRINKETS ONCE WERE TREASURE,
life changes like the weather,
you grow up grow old, or you hit the road 'round here.Harley breathed in deeply as she left her dorm room. Today was a busy day, first she need to go and get her car, making sure it was all fixed and good ready to take her weekend trip back to Highlands so she could see her six crazy brothers and her eccentric father. Then she had to finish her art coursework, and finally, she had to go to work. She was a hard worker and had to work at a number of places to keep herself going. She wasn't getting money sent to her by her father as he didn't have any money either, no, instead, she was working her ass off to just make ends meet. She didn't like to show people she was struggling with money, but it was going to show sometime soon, after all, she was driving a car that cost her next to nothing and wearing clothes she had since she was sixteen, luckily she hadn't grown much since then or she would have been pretty screwed.
She wasn't at the height of fashion and she certainly would never be as she didn't particularly care for fashion, but there was always something that made her question why she was the girl with no money. She didn't want to sound materialistic, because she was anything but, but why was it her family that had nothing after all the hard work and things they had been through. She was never a rich child, but when her mother was around there seemed to be a more stable income, when she left, there was hardly any money around and they were all too young to work. She kicked a can she saw lying on the floor, shaking her head slightly, she needed to stop thinking about her mother and just get over it. The can she had just kicked stopped short of the curb and she shook her head, littering was a terrible thing. She picked the can up and placed it into the closest recycle bin, smiling to herself proudly.
Coming to the end of the road, she turned left, taking in the fresh air. She liked to breath in the small things in life, making sure that every thing around her was taken into her mind and captured forever, after all, no one would ever see the world the way she saw it. Sure, she could just take photos of everything, but that would get a little tedious, and then she would miss so many great things in life, like the little kid currently walking the dog that was almost bigger than he was and the woman who couldn't decide between the apples or bananas so eventually bought both, the world was full of magic if you just opened your eyes! She stopped dead in her tracks, she just realised she had gone the wrong way. Picking up the pace, she turned around and jogged towards the right direction of the garage, she was always lost in this place.
Finally back on track, the little artist carried on walking down the street, figuring out whether or not she would need to go to a cash machine or not. She had around two hundred dollars in her wallet and she hoped to God that would be enough or she would have to go over drawn, knowing her luck. She pushed that aside, she needed to remain positive and just face facts, this was life and once she had her own art gallery, she would be able to afford a load of cars and buy some for her brothers as well. She just wanted to be in a comfortable place when it came to money, it wasn't too much to ask was it? Shaking her head, she removed her mind from the down thoughts and returned to the happiness of getting to see her car and taking it up to her family and seeing them for the weekend.
Arriving outside of the garage, the blonde smiled to herself, seeing her car and noting that there seemed to be no one around. "Hello?" she called out curiously to know if there was anyone there. There didn't appear to be a reply so she decided to take a little wonder. Now, she never was any good when it came to mechanics, or science in fact, she wasn't stupid, she just got a little confused sometimes, when it was explained to her clearly, she understood it. At home, her father tried to teach her how to fix a car, but he didn't explain it, he just did it and expected her to understand, she didn't. Slowly picking up one of the wrenches on the table she looked at her car and wondered if she could have fixed this herself, it would have saved her a lot of trouble. Looking at the wrench and the bonnet of the car, she was trying to decide what she should have done.
status••, finished.
tag••, alex!
word count••, eight hundred and twenty two.
outfit••, here
lyrics••, lost highway by bon jovi
image&layout••, by me.
music••, me with no you by bowling for soup.
notes••, sorry it took so long ><
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Post by alex on Nov 15, 2009 5:33:16 GMT -5
 just take what you will and leave, could you[/i][/size][/font][/color] KILL, COULD YOU KILL ME IF THE WORLD WAS ON FIRE?( TAG: HARLEY . LOCATION: GARAGE . OUTFIT: HERE )[/font][/b][/center] So today Alex had spent the entire day in his garage working on a few cars that some of his usual customers had brought in. Most of them were women and brought their cars in for the littlest problems like an oil change or something small like that so it wasn't like he was pressed for time because those things got done pretty quickly. Alex had been working on cars for as long as he could remember, his foster dad, Randy had taught him how to fix them and Alex just picked up on it quickly and then ended up buying a small shop in town and things were going good for him business wise. He had more than enough money to support himself and his daughter and instead of living in a small apartment Alex had himself a nice little house with a couple of bedrooms. It was nothing fancy but it was a place to live and that was all he was worried about. Brooke was happy, he was happy so that meant that life was treating them well, didn't it? There was always something that life threw at them, a curveball if you may but things were still good and that was something that Alex was glad about.
Another thing that the young man was glad about was the fact that his best friend / Brooke's mom was back in town. Malika had been his best friend for years now and when they were younger he used to have the biggest crush on her, they ended up sleeping together and then Brooke was born. Of course they had been scared senseless at the time but they worked through it and decided to keep her. Now it was almost five years later and they were still friends, Brooke was a happy little girl and sure life had had it's ups and downs but for the most part everything was going good for them. Now that Malika was back Alex had someone to help him with Brooke so he didn't have to constantly ask his parents but that wasn't the reason why he was happy she was back. He was happy to have his best friend back and even though she came back on pretty rough circumstances he was going to be here to take care of her. He promised her once that he would be there to help her no matter what and once Alex made a promise he never went back on it.
Business was pretty slow today and Alex was hungry so he dipped out to go into the house that was beside the garage to grab a bite to eat, figuring no one was going to stop by in five or so minutes that he had to throw something together. Mal was inside with Brooke and Alex got pulled into a conversation with the two of them so he ended up being inside for a little longer than he had anticipated but as soon as he finished his food he ducked out of the house and went back to the garage. "Just because you're a regular customer doesn't mean you can come in here whenever the hell you want and touch my fucking tools.
[/color]" Alex sneered as he made his way toward a girl who he knew too well. She was touching his tools and that was a big no-no. He hadn't even known that she was going to stop by today and even if he did he would still be acting the same way. " How many times do I have to tell you to keep your damn hands to yourself?[/color]" Alex asked as he sent a glare in her direction before snatching the wrench from her hand and putting it back where it belonged. [/justify][/blockquote] ( WORD COUNT: SIX TWENTY EIGHT . NOTES: shitty reply, sorry. ) [/size][/font][/center] |
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Post by harley on Nov 15, 2009 16:17:42 GMT -5
TRINKETS ONCE WERE TREASURE,
life changes like the weather,
you grow up grow old, or you hit the road 'round here. Harley was a curious soul, always had been and always will be. She couldn't help but to touch things and try and figure things out for herself, after all, how were you supposed to learn if you didn't adventure. She could be a little annoying with her constant badgering and curiosity, but then it was just the way she was. Always trying to find out new things and expand her knowledge of the world, hoping to one day explore and take as many photos and paint as many pictures as humanly possibly. She knew she grated on a few people and they were fed up of her happy demeanour, as if she actually cared. If people didn't like her because of the way she was, then she would deal with it, she didn't have time for people who disliked her, and it didn't bother her too much, but she sometimes thought that there was no point in everyone hating, so she always stayed polite. She was kind of too friendly for her own good really, her father always told her she needed to become a little bit tougher when it came to emotions, but that just wasn't her deal, she was a generally sweet and caring person, no matter who you were.
The voice echoed through the garage and it caused the poor thing to jump, she hadn't expected any company as the place seemed pretty unoccupied at the moment. She looked up at him, grinning sheepishly. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch the tools, but she was just that curious. She knew Alex would shout at her, she expected it because it had happened at least twice before. "Sorry," she started sheepishly with that cute little look on her face she had when she apologised to people. Usually that look just made people go 'aw' and poke her nose and carry on. She didn't mean to be cute, that was just the way she ended up because of her six brothers, being cute went a long way with them. "I was just beginning to wonder of I could even fix this poop-box car myself,"
[/b] she said, not swearing as usual. She did want to start fixing her own car, after all, she would save a hell of a lot of money and she was pretty sure that the guys that worked there were beginning to find her annoying, but she would have to just wait and see. The wrench was snatched out of her hand and sighed lightly. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely without the cute face and looking down at her battered Converse like a child being told off. "I just have a curious nature,"she said looking up at him, well, she was only five foot four. "I'll keep my hands in my pockets," she said with a little nod as she stuffed her hands in her pockets. Her father always told her to do that when they went into posh shops that sold breakables, her and her brother's would walk around with their hands in their pockets, but they sometimes ended up still breaking stuff, after all, they were Trinkes and they were messy and destructive crazy kids. They didn't means to be and they didn't destroy thinks on purpose, they just tended to pull pranks on each other and be a little bit crazy. The car she had was a crap car, no doubt, it was a 1974 Dodge Monaco and ex-police car so it had all the fittings with the radios and the lights. It cost her $300 in a police sales yard because it had been in the garage for way too long, it was rusty and just about started. It ran on regular gas, so it was cheaper to run, she didn't have to deal with that side of things. It ran pretty well, when it actually ran and she knew how to change oil and all the little things, but it just seemed to constantly break down on her when she needed it the most. She glanced around the shop and looked at her car for another moment, the car lovingly named Elwood after Elwood Blues from the Blues Brothers. "So, how's Elwood doing?" she said, tapping the bonnet of her worn out police car from thirty years ago.[/justify] [/blockquote]
status••, finished. tag••, alex! word count••, seven hundred and sixteen. outfit••, herelyrics••, lost highway by bon jovi image&layout••, by me. music••, i'm so sick by flyleaf. notes••, ah, tis fine (:[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by alex on Nov 15, 2009 18:29:27 GMT -5
just take what you will and leave, could you [/i][/size][/font][/color] KILL, COULD YOU KILL ME IF THE WORLD WAS ON FIRE?( TAG: HARLEY . LOCATION: GARAGE . OUTFIT: HERE )[/font][/b][/center] Alex knew what it was like to have his things touched and messed up, he lived with his best friend and his daughter for crying out loud. Brooke was still in that curious stage which was a given seeing how she was only four. One thing Alex hated was when people who weren't her or Malika went around touching all his shit though. Most adults who came into his shop knew not to mess around with things and most of them were mature about it but Harley wasn't one of those people. She got under his skin like none other and was always touching his tools. He couldn't even begin to count the number of times that he had told her to keep her hands to herself but did she ever listen? Of course not. What was it with women and never wanting to listen to anything that he had to say to them? It pissed him off and right now Harley was pissing him off by not listening to the same thing he told her every time she came in the shop. Normally he wouldn't be so rude to customers but she was the exception. She came in here all the time and he didn't charge her much so obviously she wasn't going to go elsewhere.
As she grinned at him and spoke up Alex rolled his eyes as he pulled off his jacket and tossed it over his chair. This girl was trying to pull the sweet and innocent thing on him, well, it wasn't going to work, he was sure of it. He turned his back on her when she spoke and chuckled silently to himself. "I highly doubt that. This car is a piece of work I don't even know how it's still running." He stated shaking his head and turning his body back to face her. Alex honestly never saw someone come and visit his shop as much as he did. At first he thought it was because she had a thing for him but that wasn't it because he then saw how screwed up her car really was. He should probably feel bad for her because of it but he really didn't. In fact he found it kind of amusing how often she came in because her car hated her and refused to work properly. As much as it probably sucked for her he had gotten used to seeing her face and even though he wouldn't voice it having her around was kind of cool at times.
After snatching the wrench from her and placing it back down where it belonged Alex moved over to her car and pulled up the hood of her car. "If it keeps breaking down you're going to need a new engine but honestly it'll probably be better to just get a new car." Alex stated as he pointed to the part of the car in fault and let out a small sigh. "Honestly you got lucky this time it was only a few spark plugs that needed changing and the oil, you really have to start watching that light in there, it comes on for a reason."
[/color] Alex mumbled as he slammed the hood of the car down and then moved over and picked up a rag to clean his hands off with. "Now care to tell me why every time you come in here you feel the need to touch everything like a two year old?"[/color] Alex felt like being an asshole right now so that was exactly what he was doing even if it wasn't the best idea that he ever had. Plus, he was only joking around with Harley, too bad she wouldn't realize that.[/justify][/blockquote] ( WORD COUNT: SIX EIGHTEEN . NOTES: RAAWR. ) [/size][/font][/center] |
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Post by harley on Nov 17, 2009 19:06:00 GMT -5
TRINKETS ONCE WERE TREASURE,
life changes like the weather,
you grow up grow old, or you hit the road 'round here. Harley wasn't from a privileged background and she could just about afford the car. She needed something to get her from A to B with no troubles, but that car seemed to cause her a lot of trouble. She didn't know if she could afford a car that actually ran, she was never too sure about that because she didn't have time to look into these things considering she had two jobs and a pile of coursework to do. Yes, it was only November, but you still had coursework, all the time because that was university and you just had to deal with it. She had to make weekly timetables so she knew when she was supposed to be working and when she actually had free time. Most of her free time was crammed with coursework or trying to see her friends. She might have worked a lot but she still needed socialise, especially with her dearest Frederick. She was a social person, she needed to have her friends otherwise she would probably just crumple up and die. There were days were she had to resist from logging on to her instant messenger or just sneaking out of her job and phone one of her friends, but she was a hard worker so she always resisted because she didn't want to be fired and she wanted to pass this year of university.
She knew that Alex didn't particularly like her, hell, there was was a lot of things she did that pissed him off and although he didn't voice his true emotions, she had her feelings that he had an ounce of liking for her. Surely you couldn't hate someone with such a passion that you didn't even have the time to smile. There was something that told her you could never hate a person that much. She always knew that you couldn't hate everyone because that just wasn't possible, after all, there was only so much hate in the world. She was a person that pretty much liked everyone, she couldn't hate people because she didn't see the reason to. There were people she disliked, but she just dealt with it, she just ignored them instead of showing how much they angered her, or how much she hated them, she didn't have time for it. "Maybe its on a mission from God," she said, making her little movie reference, she couldn't help it, after all, it was the same car as the Bluesmobile, it just didn't run as well, but it was still alive so it was all good.
As the hood opened, she looked inside of it herself, smiling lightly as she saw all the gadgets and gizmos that made it tick. She did adore mechanics sometimes and was always looking at how it worked, the clicking and the ticking, the ins and outs of it all. She listened to his words and she knew what he was saying, and she did know how to change oil, she wasn't stupid, she just sometimes didn't have the money for the oil and it really did suck for her. "How much would a new engine cost?" she asked curiously. If it wasn't that expensive, it would be cheaper for her to buy a new engine than to buy a new car, surely, she just didn't have that kind of money at the moment. "I kinda don't have the money," she said a little sullenly. It wasn't a ploy to get cheaper parts or anything, it was genuine, the poor girl had next to no money. "My father always put it down to me being curious and that I'm still in the learning process, even though I'm nineteen, I still want to learn," she said, dead serious with a little nod. It suddenly dawned on her that he could have been possibly joking with her, like her six brothers did quite a lot. "Although my brothers just think its because I'm annoying," she said with a bright grin a little giggle.
status••, finished.
tag••, alex!
word count••, six hundred and eighty eight.
outfit••, here
lyrics••, lost highway by bon jovi
image&layout••, by me.
music••, me with no you by bowling for soup.
notes••, meep ^^
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Post by alex on Nov 18, 2009 12:47:00 GMT -5
just take what you will and leave, could you [/i][/size][/font][/color] KILL, COULD YOU KILL ME IF THE WORLD WAS ON FIRE?( TAG: HARLEY . LOCATION: GARAGE . OUTFIT: HERE )[/font][/b][/center] Alex knew what it was like to come from nothing. He had been a foster kid, he had been in foster care and hell, he had lived on the streets for awhile before the Franklin's had taken him into their home and later adopted him. Even then they didn't have a bunch of money laying around but it was enough to support him and his siblings and they had even helped Alex pay for the garage and his house. He really owed them the world for everything they had done and he couldn't think of two better people to have has parents. As far as he was concerned they were his parents. They had been there for him since he was eleven years old, they hadn't given up on him and they had helped him through the hardest parts of his life. They meant the world to Alex, as did his younger sister and older brother. He got lucky when it came down to it and it was because of Randy and Jessica Franklin that he wasn't in jail, on drugs or even dead somewhere in an alley. It was surprising how much two people could dramatically change the course of one's life, not that Alex minded it was just something that he found completely mind blowing.
Alex didn't hate Harley. He found her annoying though, just like his younger sister Jackie could be. Always jumping around asking questions, always touching things, always trying to figure out how something worked and how this or that functioned. It was something that Alex had always found annoying to no end but he had gotten used to it, even if he did want to slap her upside the head at times. Jackie was family though, he had to be used to it and not freak out on her every time she did something like that. When it came to Harley though he didn't have to be that way. Yes she was a customer but she practically lived here with the amount of times her car was drug into the shop. It was annoying, funny and oddly amusing all at the same time and it was something that he would never quite understand. At her next set of words he scoffed lightly and shook his head. Leave it to Harley to make a reference to that movie. "You have way too much time on your hands.
[/color]" As Alex kept his gaze on her car and examined the different parts under the hood he tried to figure out if there was anything else he could do to help her so taht she wouldn't be back in here again but in all honesty he had done everything that he could do at this point in time without completely tearing out the engine and putting in a new one. " For a brand new one a thousand minimum. I know places you can get used cars for a lot less though and they're in good working condition.[/color]" Alex stated before closing the hood of the car and letting out a small sigh. " In the long run it's going to be cheaper to just get a new car. With this one you'll just keep coming back here to fix problems that keep arising with this one and it's going to die on you soon. You're pushing it pretty hard right now.[/color]" Alex said as he leaned back against one of the workbenches that were behind him. " No offense but I'd probably have to agree with your brothers.[/color]" Alex was about to say more but he heard the door that led to the house open and in less than a few moments an adorable little girl with bright blue eyes and light brown hair bounced in holding a piece of paper to her chest. " Daddy! I made this for you!" Came her words and Alex chuckled as he walked over to her and bent down to her level, taking the picture from her hands.[/justify][/blockquote] ( WORD COUNT: SIX SIXTY-TWO . NOTES: RAAWR. ) [/size][/font][/center] |
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Post by harley on Nov 18, 2009 17:56:51 GMT -5
TRINKETS ONCE WERE TREASURE,
life changes like the weather,
you grow up grow old, or you hit the road 'round here. It sounded weird, wait, this was Harley we're talking about, she was weird in general. But anyway, back to what I was saying, she was thankful that she didn't have a lot of money because in a way, it made her who she was today. If she had money and could just go to a store and buy the latest cell phone, she wouldn't have to save up for it, therefore, she wouldn't work hard for her money and wouldn't earn the right to have it. Think about it, if she had money, she would be surrounded by the best things and not have time to look at the little things that intrigued her so much. Instead of looking around at life and savouring the little moments, she would be one of those people who could just bury her head in her cell phone and be very strange. She liked the way she was and she wouldn't change a thing, she just wished she could earn money a little quicker because she needed more time to spend with her friends, and to use that time staring at her car and occasionally kicking it because it sucked. Saying that, it had been there for her through thick and thin, it was like her best friend in a weird kind of way. As I stated before, yes, Harley was a bit weird.
When you looked at Harley's life was spent in a certain place; university, her dorm room, the park, at work and the garage. Giggling slightly, she didn't say any more on his comment, truth be told, she had no free time. It was a bit sad really that she spent all that time in one place, but they were all necessary for her life. Well, maybe the park wasn't a place she HAD to go, but she liked to go there, it inspired her for her art projects and it was a place she liked to go when she was hanging out with Freddy, as they weren't really bothered there and they could just have such a good time, although they did spend a lot of time wherever they could. She loved him, she couldn't change that and she never would, but she sometimes wished she wouldn't think about him so much. She would space out in class and miss like an hour of her lecture all because she would start thinking of him, or she would look at her phone and see the picture of those two just looking like goofballs, or she would hear someone mention Frederick, probably not even talking about him, but you know, that name was his to her. She sometimes felt like she shouldn't like him, or perhaps she should re-think trying to have something more than a friendship with him, but then again, when something as small as a pin reminded her of him. Again, above statement stands, she's weird.
"Ah, eff it," she muttered quietly. No matter how pissed off she was, she refused to swear. Money for a new engine was something she didn't have and money for a new car, well, she could save up for it, but she didn't know if she had the heart to get rid of this bad boy. "Is there anything I could do to like, prolong its life?" she asked him, her usual happy smile diminishing and her thoughts with the car, it would be a sad day if she had to get rid of it. "I mean, I just can't afford anything at the moment, I can just about afford to eat for the rest of this week," she said a little sullenly, she didn't really want him to hear that and she really didn't want anyone else to know, there was only one person who knew that, Frederick, the person that knew way too much about her really. "Everyone does," she said, smiling and giggling slightly as he agreed with her brothers, it was typical! She suddenly heard the adorable voice of the small girl bounding up to her father. She had always thought children were so cute and her father had turned to her to have the child now, but she wasn't too sure if she was even ready yet. "Aw, how old is she now?" she asked, scrunching her nose with adoration for the little girl.
status••, finished.
tag••, alex!
word count••, seven hundred and twenty five.
outfit••, here
lyrics••, lost highway by bon jovi
image&layout••, by me.
music••, je cours by kyo.
notes••, meep ^^
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Post by alex on Nov 21, 2009 19:44:12 GMT -5
just take what you will and leave, could you [/i][/size][/font][/color] KILL, COULD YOU KILL ME IF THE WORLD WAS ON FIRE?( TAG: HARLEY . LOCATION: GARAGE . OUTFIT: HERE )[/font][/b][/center] Working on cars was never something that Alex wanted to do with his life, in fact he had had a pretty promising career when it came to being a hip-hop dancer but one too many run-in's with the cops had destroyed his chances and now he was here. Not that he minded it, in fact he liked his life the way it was right now but sometimes it was still kind of crushing that he wasn't where he had hoped to be. At least he was happy and had a job though, right? Two jobs at that and the second one, the job in the Army Reserves he had gotten lucky getting into. It wasn't that he wasn't qualified because he was, it was just his juvenile record that had almost hindered him. Lucky enough Randy was able to pull some strings and he had gotten in. It felt good knowing that he was able to make something of himself after years of being told he would never amount to anything. It was hard all those years ago, to sit in a classroom where students and teachers alike would tell him that he wouldn't get anywhere in life and now at nineteen he was doing so much better than most of them.
There was so much that Alex had overcome to get to where he was now and never once did he take that for granted. There were still a lot of areas that he needed to grow up in but for the most part he was fairly mature. He was able to run his own business, he was able to provide a decent sized house of his, Malika's and Brooke's head, he was able to put food on the table and he was able to be a good father and a good friend to his girls. His life was good and Alex knew it. There wasn't anything he would change except for that maybe, just maybe he figured he should eventually tell Malika how he felt toward her. That was something he knew would take a lot of time to work up to though, especially considering that he was scared to death of getting into a relationship with anyone. Alex had seen his friends screwed over left and right, he had seen love come and go in other's lives and he didn't want that. Alex wanted something real, he wanted to fall in love and he wanted to commit himself to one girl but the thought of doing that was scary, hence the reason he opted to stay single. It was so much easier that way.
At her question Alex let out a sigh as he wiped his hands on the front of his jeans. "Make sure you keep up with the care. Any of those lights come on you bring it back here immediately. Anything seems out of whack you make sure to check it out. There's really nothing else you can do and you have to really try to get a new car or to get a new engine. It's dangerous driving the way it is right now.
[/color]" He stated with a sigh and a furrowed brow. After Brooke had coming in and Alex lifted her up he placed her on his chair behind the nearby desk and pulled out some coloring books and crayons for her before taking the picture she had colored for him. " Very cute, Princess. I love you.[/color]" He said with a wide smile as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head before moving over to the wall where a corkboard covered with other colored coloring pages were hanging. " Three and a half. She'll be four in April.[/color]"[/justify][/blockquote] ( WORD COUNT: SIX SIXTEEN . NOTES: I FAIL CAUSE I DIDN'T SEE YOU REPLIED UNTIL JUST NOW. I'M SORRY D: ) [/size][/font][/center] |
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Post by harley on Nov 27, 2009 17:11:20 GMT -5
TRINKETS ONCE WERE TREASURE,
life changes like the weather,
you grow up grow old, or you hit the road 'round here. Harley had big dreams for a small town girl. She wanted to be the owner of her own art gallery some day, or just a photographer, or something, she didn't care, as long as it was something creative, artist and what she enjoyed. She was getting there, making her dream come true through this university, it was supposed to give her the keys the doors she needed to unlock to get where she wanted to be. Of course, being an artist wasn't the only dream she had. There was something else she always wanted and that was to have a family, she didn't care how old she was, she just wanted to feel the love of someone who she could love right back, probably someone like, oh, say, Frederick. There appeared to also be a need for her to have something she would love unconditionally and look after it, her father said get pregnant, her brothers said get a cat. She could see where her father was coming from, two of her six brothers have girlfriends, both of those girlfriends aren't ready for children. The other four didn't have girlfriends yet, but were getting there, apart from the youngest. In her father's eyes, she was the last hope as it were, so it was weekly conversations to know if she had a boyfriend yet and whether there was any guys actually in her life. A lot of her friends were guys which didn't help conversations with her father.
Nothing and a piece of string was what she had, but she was totally fine with it. It made her work harder and working harder was something she didn't see a lot of people doing. She stayed up for nights on end completing coursework so she could become something super amazing and have a comfortable living so she could look after the one she loved, if she ever got the guts to tell him how she felt. She was truly rubbish. She had always had really good friends, of course the odd not so good friend as well, but she had never actually had a boyfriend. It wasn't the secret of the universe but most people didn't know and when it came out in conversation, they didn't believe her, that and the fact she was a virgin, but you know, it just happened. It wasn't that she had never been in love because she had, she had fallen for the guy who lived a few doors down, but she had never told him, something she regretted, as he moved on and got himself a girlfriend. They were thirteen at the time, but it was an experience she had hoped she could learn from and now she could tell everyone how she felt about them, one day she could tell Frederick, she would be sure of it. Well, that was if someone else didn't beat her to it, everyone seemed to know they should date but them.
Biting her lip a little embarrassed she nodded, a little seal on her promise to bring it in at all signs. "I promise, and I'll look after it best I can," she said with a little smile and nod. She knew the car was dangerous, but she didn't like to throw away things that still worked, barely. She would most likely get a new engine for it as in all honesty, she didn't want to get rid of it, it was one of the few luxuries she loved in life. Watching the child brought a smile to her lips even though she was afraid of getting rid of Elwood. She looked at the cork-board filled with pictures, remembering when the fridge back home was filled with her pictures and her brother's report cards and anything else her father was proud of, parenthood always seemed like such an amazing feeling. "Ah, you got plenty of time before she becomes the beautiful teenager swatting away the boys," she said with a little grin. "But they do seem to grow up fast," she said, thinking back to when her brother grew up on her, even though she's only a few years older than him, but her father said it way too many times, so it stuck to her.
status••, finished.
tag••, alex!
word count••, seven hundred and seven
outfit••, here
lyrics••, lost highway by bon jovi
image&layout••, by me.
music••, beautiful bride by flyleaf.
notes••, pfft, i fail more, i had to do like a million essays >< i suck, and sorry for the delay.
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