|
Post by mary jane corona on Apr 24, 2010 12:14:39 GMT -5
PUT UP OR SHUT UP WE'RE NOT WASTING TIME AGAINthe credits are rolling and we're getting lost again
Waking up early was not Mary Jane’s forte. In fact, if there was any way that she could avoid getting up early and wasting the day buried under her sheets, she would take it, no questions asked. But really, that particular Friday, that apparently was not happening, as she had heard familiar yelling from the back of the bus of Charlie playing RockBand. She was dimly aware of the other voice; it could have been Garret, but she really had no idea since she was trying to drown it all out. But after about half an hour of fruitless tossing and turning and trying to ignore them, she conceded defeat and got out of bed. God damn, it was too bright outside. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was nearing eleven. Oh wow she had slept in pretty late. Yawning, she walked towards the back of the bus, blinking against the slight sunlight pouring in through a few of the open windows of the bus as she neared the back area. Seeing it was indeed Charlie and Garret playing RockBand (and yelling at each other a great amount), she rolled her eyes, telling them both to keep down their moaning as she walked back towards the front. Or not really, the bathroom. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she made a face at how pasty faced, red eyed, sleepy, and rather annoyed she looked. It wasn’t her morning, it just seemed. She decided that she could just brush her teeth and just freshen up before she decided on a plan for the day, though right now she was rather sure that she was going to bother Noah.
It had actually been quite a few days since they had legitimately hung out. Course, a bit of it was due to Noah’s aversion of going outside with the sunburn and pink hair, but it was also a bit of something else, but she couldn’t be too sure at all, though she had a strong hint it had something to do with his ex. No, she wasn’t assuming, she wasn’t going to be that jealous type of girlfriend by any means. But whenever the tone of voice changed whenever your ex walked by, plus with the stares glances that were shot at said ex, there was a lot to be thought of, you know? Mary Jane really, not to sound awful or anything, didn’t really care. Well, she did, but. In all honesty it might have been better off for the both of them. But breaking it off with the boy would be hard; she had to admit, for the simple fact that she did like him. they got along, he was hilarious, he was fun to spend time with, it wasn’t one of those strained or awkward relationships by any means. It was most of really just hanging out with a good friend. You know, if you made out with your good friends, then you could relate. She almost felt bad thinking about this as she ran a hand through her hair and left the bathroom, grabbing a pair of jeans and a tank top from her pile of clothes that were haphazardly folded in the corner of the bunk. Not really caring that Charlie and Garret were in the back playing RockBand, she quickly changed out of her pajamas and into the new clothes before she grabbed a random hoodie from somewhere in her bunk. Yeah, neatness with her clothes didn’t matter to Mary Jane at all. Shouting to Charlie that she was going out (though she knew it did not matter at this point, the only thing that mattered to him was that he beat Garret), she grabbed her phone and walked out the door.
Fuck. It was brighter outside. Closing her eyes for a second, she blinked against the light as she followed the straight path towards a few of the other buses. She had the path down to the Winter Pursuit bus hands down, she could walk there with her eyes closed, which is what she’d have to resort to now, as she didn’t dare open up her eyes to the bright sunlight yet. It was too early for this. Taking a few careful steps before she opened her eyes again, blinking against the bright light, she breathed out relief as she saw that she could walk without almost walking into a bus or something worse.. something that might have been moving. Pulling her phone out as she walked, she quickly texted Winter, asking her if Noah was awake. She hadn’t expected a reply a mere few seconds later, however. Seeing that Winter said he was still sleeping, she smiled as she texted her, warning her that she would be over soon. But apparently Winter was going out with Caleb, so she didn’t have to worry. Glancing up, the Winter Pursuit bus came into view, and she smiled as she saw Winter was just leaving. Waving obnoxiously for a second, she ran up to the door, catching it before it could close.
Walking up the bus steps towards the main part of the bus, she glanced around; Winnie had said Noah was probably still sleeping, so…. Walking towards the bunks, she glanced at the few bunks within her line of sight before picking out Noah’s. she’d been here enough times to figure out who’s bunk was who’s by now. And sure enough, she could hear his breathing from the open bunk. Smirking slightly, she stood on the bunk underneath his so she had enough leverage to rest her arms on the bunk and rest her head as well. Reaching one hand out, she brushed some of that colorful hair out of his face (though thankfully the color had faded out enough so that he might have been able to re-dye it soon enough). “Morning, Charlton.” She said with a smirk on her face, watching him stir slightly.
LEIGH/NOAH<33 ,, 991 WORDS ,, UTTER CRAP, KTHX.
|
|
|
Post by noah harry charlton on Apr 24, 2010 18:07:05 GMT -5
Or we could leave it alone, I'm sure there's someone who knows [/size] - - - - - - -[/center] Noah's mind was far far away. Sure, he was being worked like a dog on this tour, he thought so anyway. At this rate he was going to be ran into the ground. Every other minute seemed like he had an interview, a signing, a birthday or soundcheck. The shows as always were going in a blur, a good blur, as the crowds were really turning up. Truthfully that meant way more to Noah then he let on, the confidence his ego needed to stay maintained was based fundamentally on the love the fans gave the band and him. Sure, Noah knew the tour was going to be more difficult for him the moment Winter revealed she was pregnant, as they could hardly make Winter run away everywhere two thirds into her pregnancy, could they? It just so happened that Noah and Winter were generally the ones made to do the press and taking the drummer out of the equation left just one thing. Noah would have to do it on his own for a large part. The day before had included and consisted of six interviews with different magazines. Naturally, Noah was a very open human being, with his friends but also with the public. It was only his drug past that Noah kept completely to himself and not to the general fans and what not. It didn't matter that in one interview one lady had been brave enough to ask the twenty year old if he were a virgin and obviously, as Noah Charlton, admitted that yes he actually was. Trust, the articles that had come out about Noah being the innocent at the time bachelor in the girl magazines were nothing short of hilarious. hey, who would he be to correct them after all?
Of course, Noah considered for the most part him to have reached the top of life hill and was making a steady journey downhill now that he had turned twenty. No longer could he be the rebellious teenager, and judging by the interviews he did have, they often consisted of what he was doing to be more responsible now as an almost adult. Sure, he was still technically a minor but he wasn't going to bring that up to often. Nevertheless, he wasn't planning on slowing down, not that Noah's life had EVER been slow or boring. Drama seemed to gravitate around him which made it interesting to say the least but whatever, right? At least things never got boring around him. Shifting in his warm bunk, it was these times that Noah was glad for his shorter stature in compared to the other guys on tour, like Kelley or Garret. He fit into his bunk just great, and it had taken him until now to get enough confidence to get back into it even though Stella had removed all the tin foil that the same two douchebags had covered the bus in. Damn, he hated that stuff. Who knew why, he just did. It was a well known fact. Winter hated flying, just like Riley did, and Noah hated tin foil. That was just how the world worked. It had of course taken him about an hour in darkness to finally come to the conclusion that it wasn't the feel of tin foil on his feet, but rather just the edge of his bunk. Noah hadn't dared look. Spinning to get more comfortable on his back, Noah lifted one arm up behind his head, still pretty much unconcious in sleep and unrealising he had pushed the hat off in the process onto the floor or somewhere else hidden. The thing had been permanently attached to his head for the past week since his beloved, cared for, conditioned, styled, beautiful hair had been destroyed by pink hair dye. the sunburn he'd also received had turned into a very healthy looking tan which was pretty great... but his hair was not.
Noah sniffed in habit slightly and stirred a little as a warm touch ran across his forehead. He inevitably leaned into it a little unconciouslessly before a voice pierced through his happy sleep thoughts and Noah groaned. Fact; he was not a morning person. Moaning completely over the top, Noah blinked open his eyes slowly to try and see who had disturbed his lovely sleep, a couple of strands of pink breaking up his vision. Still, he could see Mary Jane in between and he blinked a few more times before his face moved into a lazy and very much sleep driven Noah tradmark smirk. "Hello, gorgeous." A few seconds of silence and Noah moved his arm still resting behind his head to notice how his head was very much hatless. And Mary Jane was staring at him. Noah's eyes widened suddenly. "My hat!" Darting up, he did the very cliche tour thing of smaking his head, hard, on the top of the bunk but Noah didn't really care. He hit his head almost every other minute on tour, bruises and scraps always appeared from nowhere. Pushing himself out of his bunk quickly, Noah couldn't help MJ seem him for that much longer without his hat on. Sure, the colour was coming out a bit but it was very much still very pink at that was embarrassing as hell, specifically in front of his girlfriend. Landing on the ground from quite a considerable distance up really, Noah stood in his boxer briefs, his eyes scanning the floor and his hands diving for the beanie cap, gathering his hair and hiding it inside. He really didn't care that he was more bothered about wearing a hat then he was wearing clothes. Stopping short, it was only then Noah really registered the pain of his head and he lifted a hand quickly to his forehead. "OW!"
Noah pouted a little and glanced at MJ, his fingers still rubbing his forehead slightly. "You ruined my sleep." He narrowed his eyes, but it was only jokingly especially as a few seconds later Noah's face blossomed into a handsome and genuine smile as he stepped forward to give Mary Jane a hug. "I don't want to share my morning breath... it's mine and Noah don't share." Noah said in way of explaining why he wouldn't kiss her just for the moment. Yeah, you wouldn't think he had just turned twenty, would you? Scratching his flat belly, Noah shrugged. "I'm hungry." Wow, that was shocking. grabbing a pair of jeans that he saw on the floor, Noah pulled them on and did up the belt quickly. Lifting his green eyes, Noah smiled lightly. "Have you had breakfast, MJ? Or do I get the honour of buying for you?"
- - - - - - - tag; Rini/MJ Words; 1123 Notes; Bleh. Sorry.
|
|