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Post by savannah fae murray-knight on Jan 15, 2010 15:08:28 GMT -5
“Ugh. Go away sun.”
[/color] Savannah mumbled at the stream of light that was pouring through the crack of the curtain, directly in her face. Normally, that would make Savannah smile. She would know that today was going to be a good day, and that all would be right with the world. Well forget that crap. Nothing had been right with the world for a week and a half. Not since that cursed day when she was suppose to go to Los Vegas with her boyfriend, make that ex-boyfriend, Mason. God how the thought of Mason pissed her off and broke her heart all at the same time. Shaking him from her mind, she ignored the side of the bed that he normally occupied, and made her way out of the room. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she almost missed the note that Caleb had left on the counter for her. He was simply reminding her that they had practice at noon. Damn it, she had completely forgotten about it. Checking the clock she sighed. It was ten thirty. How had she let herself sleep in so late? She sat her coffee down and made her way into the bathroom to take her shower. She didn’t want Mason to know just how much he was hurting her, so she was going to be sure to look the best she ever could, even if she didn’t feel her best. In fact, she’d really become a bore since they broke up. She didn’t go out anymore, didn’t really leave the comfort of her apartment. When friends would try to get her to go out and have fun, she would find some reason to object to going out. They would have to come to the apartment to see her. It was childish, but whatever. Its just how Savannah was being. Coming out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around her thin frame and faced the mirror. Damn, she looked bad. She headed to her and Masons room…well, she supposed now it was just her room. Mason had got his stuff and moved into Garret Dublins spare room a few days earlier. Of course she figured that Caleb would be pissed at her, but so far he acted like he wasn’t. She couldn’t honestly see how he couldn’t be. Caleb may have been one of her best friends, but she knew that Mason was his number one. They’d been friends long before she’s known Caleb. Possibly even longer than the first time that Savannah had met Mason. Going into the room, she dug through her closet, trying to find the perfect thing to wear. She needed to go shopping, do laundry or something. Settling on a simple orange tank top, she threw on her favorite pair of tight jeans and her silver converse. Oh well, maybe her outfit wouldn’t be the best. Grabbing her bag, she took out her mascara, eyeliner and shadow and applied just a little bit, just to make her eyes look like they hadn’t been swollen for days. Once that was done, she threw everything back in her bag, grabbed her keys and took off out the door and down to her old beat up car. The Label was a bit a way, and she was certain she would probably wind up being a few minutes late. Damn it. Just what she needed, right? How she dreaded walking into this building. She dreaded any room where she was going to have to be with Mason. She knew what would happen. She’d lay eyes on him, her heart would break, she’d tear up slightly and want to curl up and die. She’d have to suck it up though. She wasn’t going to let this affect the band, she wasn’t going to let their fans down, and she wasn’t going to put Caleb through hell anymore. She’s suck it up, walk in there. Practice what they needed to practice, be friendly as she could to the both of them. Then go home and cry it out. That sounded good to her. As long as she didn’t let Mason know how much he was killing her. With a sigh, she pulled open the big glass door and walked into the air conditioned building. With every foot step she took, she felt her heart beating faster, and had to ignore the voice in her head that kept saying it wasn’t too late to turn around and go back home. Sure, they’d be pissed, but what was one more pissed person at you? Nothing really. Walking up the stairs, she made her way down the hallway, and paused when she reached the door. This was it. Taking a deep breath, she opened the wooden door and walked in the room. Yep. She was the last person here. Great. Give Mason a reason to give her more shit than she was sure she was already going to receive. She walked over to the piano and sat her bag down by the bench before sitting on it. Looking between Caleb and Mason, she gave a forced smile. “Hello Caleb, Mason. Sorry I’m late. What will we start practice with?”[/color] She said turning her attention to Caleb, even though Mason was kind of the leader of the band. She just tried to avoid looking at Mason all together. Though she knew that it wasn’t going to be possible. After all. They had three songs that they dueted in, and one of them she didn’t even play the piano. So it was going to be awkward standing there by him, singing about love when it was clear that he didn’t feel that way about her. “Might I suggest we just skip ‘Oh So Sweet’, ‘Its Only You’ and ‘Still Here’. I have a feeling that no one here really feels like going down that path.”[/color] She sure didn’t feel like singing love songs with Mason, and she was positive that he didn’t either.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] Tagg;;
[/color]Mason//Charzie <3 Word Count ;;[/color]1,001 Notes ;;[/color]SUCKY, but =] [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by mason xander knight on Jan 19, 2010 15:59:33 GMT -5
AND I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO YOU ARE , [/b][/color][/font] WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING IN SOMEONE ELSE'S [/b][/color][/color][/font] BED THREE WHOLE WORDS 8 LETTERS LATE .[/b][/color][/font][/center]
the last week and a half had been the worst of mason's life. maybe other people had had worse than him, sure. maybe other people had better - or worse? - things to mope about, maybe other people would think he was stupid and silly and whiney for even skulking around feeling like his entire reason for existing and waking up each day had just been pulled away form him. maybe he was just being stupid, who knew? all he did really know was that looking at savannah made his heart hurt and he couldn't stand it, and that was why he wasn't living in their apartment anymore. it was quite pathetic really. he had never imagined he'd been this torn up over a girl. sure, his relationships hadn't worked out too well in the past, but they'd never ended horribly. not like this. not anything like this. he'd never felt like this about a single person before and it was kind of scary, the way savannah seemed to have him wrapped around her finger, so she could tug at his heart and make him feel this miserable. he didn't like feeling like this... well, okay, nobody did, but he didn't like feeling like one person could do this to him. other relationships... well, sure, they hadn't ended perfectly, as he'd said before, but there was something different about those girls to savannah. the truth was? he loved savannah. and he hadn't told her enough and now she was practically gone, and it was all over.
he hadn't been to sleep all night. he'd just laid on the bed in garret's spare room, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about shit. he wasn't sure why. it wasn't like thinking things over once more would show him how he could make things better. and even if he did try, why would savannah care? she wouldn't give a flying fuck, he was sure of that, because she hadn't when she'd kicked him out of their room... well, now more like savannah's room. and seeing her had just made him feel even more horrible, so he'd ended up moving out completely, and she didn't care. and now he had to go to practice in three hours and spend time with her in the same room, singing songs about her and how he loved her and how life was awesome. fun fun fun, right? funnily enough, he wasn't quite looking forward to it, but he couldn't just stay in garret's spare room for the rest of his life hiding under the covers. he had things to do, if not for himself, for every single one of violet sunday's fans, and for caleb. besides, he hadn't seen caleb in a few days and it made him feel weird, as if a part of his daily schedule had just stopped happening. he wasn't used to not talking to his best friend daily. they'd always shared rooms. even when they were both still living with their parents, caleb's room, and caleb's family were almost like mason's. he could very well just walk in uninvited, sit down and ask what was for dinner and nobody would bat an eyelash. of course, he wasn't that impolite, but the thing still stood that not speaking to caleb as weird. he'd have to make sure he got there early so he could talk to caleb before savannah got there.
finally though, he decided he had better get up if he wanted some alone time with caleb before the awkwardness started. sighing to himself, he rolled out of bed. garret wasn't around, he was probably out, you know, living his life and all that fun stuff. so he walked into the bathroom quickly. he was going to look awesome. he was going to show savannah that, hey, he wasn't a complete mess without her. actually, he was doing just fine. he didn't need her. he was perfectly fine without her, perfectly fucking fine. actually, he had never been all that good at lying so it as doubtful he'd be able to carry on the charade for long, but it was definitely worth a try. he stifled a yawn with the back of his hand as he turned the shower on and tested the warmth of the water before getting in. [ by the way, garret dublin actually had a shower? wow.] once he was finished, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, rubbing his hair dry quickly with the other so it stuck up all over the place, still slightly damp, as he grabbed his suitcase from the spare room and rifled through it. he hadn't had the energy to unpack. it would seem too final anyway, and though he was really, really glad he was living with garret, it just wasn't the same. besides, he had to cook his own food. and he wasn't very good at cooking. caleb was. caleb and savannah were both amazing cooks and they'd both been happy enough to make him food if he asked for it nicely. now he had to cook for himself, and trust me, that really wasn't working out all that great. he just tended to eat microwavable dinners. he definitely wasn't becoming gordan ramsey.
finally he flung on some clothes that seemed decent enough together. sure, he wasn't going to get chicks opening their legs for him all the way down the street, but he didn't look terrible... well, as terrible as he could seeing as all he wanted to do was curl up under the covers and sleep for about another year. he ran a hand though his hair in the mirror, trying to sort it out as he patted it with a towel at the same time and tried to get it to dry. oh well, he thought finally with another sigh. it'd dry soon. it wasn't like anyone cared, anyway. no matter how amazing he looked, savannah wouldn't care... and, well, it wasn't like he was trying to get caleb in bed now was it? he huffed in frustration before pulling a pair of hi-top sneakers on and grabbing his hoodie, pulling it on over his head and messing up his hair that he'd painstakingly tried to look nice for about five minutes. now it probably looked like he'd just crawled out of bed... and through a couple of hedges too, maybe. he snatched his keys from off the table before heading outside, blinking at the sunlight that he was met with. it was way too bright. usually, in movies, it rained when people were sad right? or at least, it was appropriately cloudy? it wasn't supposed to be fucking sunny. someone should get that memo up to god before he started making rainbows appear across the sky or something. he walked over to his car, sliding in and turning the radio up as he reversed out of the driveway, and onto the main road, fiddling with it as it blasted stupid happy music at him for about a minute before he gave up and switched it off, driving slowly towards the label. it was now around half eleven, which was okay, right? it wasn't like he had anything better to do, and coming early couldn't help, surely.
finally, he got there, parking his car in a spare spot and walking slowly into the building, praying and hoping that savannah wasn't there already. she probably had much better things to be doing though. probably off partying it up somewhere, enjoying life or whatever. well, good for her. she deserved it, or whatever. deserved to have someone better than him. he peeked into the studio before he entered, his shoulders visibly slumping in relief when he realzied it was only caleb in there. he used to laugh at caleb for turning up so early, but instead he just smiled awkwardly at his best friend, picking up one of the guitars leant against the wall and tuning it absentmindedly as he talked to caleb quietly. pretty soon, it was twelve and savannah still wasn't there. god, what was it, she was too good to turn up now or something? couldn't she be bothered? was it really that much of a problem for her to actually have to see him now she finally got rid of him? jesus christ. maybe he was overreacting. she probably just overslept and got stuck in traffic or something. it wasn't like she was purposely ignoring him, it couldn't be.
finally though, after a few more agonizing minutes of just sitting there uncomfortably waiting for her, savannah turned up, giving them an uncomfortable smile, before setting herself down on the piano. he shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, his fingers digging into the polished wood of the guitar as he focused on his shoes as savannah kept speaking. 'good idea,' he said finally, looking down as if the floorboards were the most interesting thing in the world. he wasn't going to look up at her, because he knew if he did then his whole resolve would crumble an he'd make a fool of himself. 'they don't quite fit the mood. what would you suggest we play first then?' he finally forced himself to look up at her, taking her entire, achingly beautiful image in front of him before giving her a smile that felt completely wrong on his face and turning to look at caleb, because it was easier.
--------------------------------------------------- [/size] this lovely post was created by charzie? :] for sammie<3/ savannah!. it's finished at a total of one thousand five hundred seventy five! words. is that blowing your mind? this beauty is wearing clothes. thank you to you me at six for their song fireworks, which has provided all the muse necessary for perfection. all i have to add is uhm i kind of like it? :]. by the way, all the credit goes to MICHELLECORE !? at CAUTION.
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