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 Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 7:37 pm
"Oh, come on, man, now you're just embaressing me," sighed Jole, and gave Perry a playful push. He listened for a moment, his head cocked slightly to the side. "Oh, I love this song, it's my favourite!" he beamed happily. "I remember the night I wrote this, Charlie! Remember, back at mine after the barbie? Oh, good times, babe, good times!" He closed his eyes. "I used to love singing this late at night when there were only a few in here," he muttered. "All acoustics, no electric amps, it was amazing." He hummed the tune for a moment, and as the song reached its chorus he began to sing along to himself. His hands drummed the beat onto his thighs as he trilled:
"Oh this isn't how I planned it
All those people
Do you honestly think I care
They mean nothing to me
You mean the world to me..."
He turned to take his coffee from Charlie and paused, his hand outstretched.
"Oh." he peered down into the cup. "Sorry, bro, forgot to mention..." He turned to Perry, an uncomfortable look on his face. "I can't take cream no more, dairy's bad for the digestives and all that."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 7:42 pm
"You could've said that first." Perry sighed, taking the cup. "Rock stars." He shook his head.
Charlie smiled. "Yeah, all nice and rich now." She paused. "Guess what I'm going to be." She grinned at Jole.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 7:51 pm
Jole heard the excited tone in Charlie's voice. He jerked his head sharply and studied her face. Her eyes had the same old shine that meant whatever she was about to tell him was pretty big news.
He braced himself.
"Go on then, indulge me," he smiled, raising one eyebrow in expectant wonder.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 7:52 pm
"I'm going to write." She smiled warmly. "I already sent the manuscript in, I haven't gotten a response yet though."
Perry went over to put another few quarters in and cued up a few more songs.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 8:04 pm
Jole smiled proudly. He opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly he caught Perry's figure out of the corner of his eye and hastily shouted over his shoulder, "Hey! Stay away from my songs, y'hear? I hear enough of them on tour!"
Shaking his head testily, he turned back to Charlie and replaced his smile. "That's awesome news, kiddo!" he gushed, putting his arm around her and pulling her to his side. "That's going to be two of us in the loot now, babe! Shall we both chip in and buy a jetcar?" He laughed joyfully and squeezed her shoulder. "Really, that's amazing," he said, smiling at her admirably. "I bet that publisher's on his way right now in his shiny black bentley..."
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 4:06 pm
Perry snorted. "Let's see what else we have on this old thing."
She grinned at him.
The door opened, and a guy walked in and looked around. "Charlie!" He smiled warmly, then looked at Jole. "Who's this?"
"Oh!" She grinned. "Billy! This is Jole, my friend. Jole, Billy, Billy, Jole!" She moved her arms to indicate the people as she introduced them. "Jole, this is my boyfriend, Billy. Billy this is my friend, Jole!"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 4:21 pm
Jole looked up. His mouth formed a perfect O of surprise as he contemplated the stranger stood before him. A few feet away, a tall, well-built guy with jet black hair and a round, friendly face was smiling slightly and staring curiously at Jole's flashy clothes.
Jole tried to hide the wave of surprise that was crashing over him. Billy was the exact opposite of what he'd expected - in other words, the exact opposite of himself. He gave an uncomfortable cough, hastily shifted forward from the table and held out his hand.
"How you doing, bud?" he said warmly, a perfect "press-shot" smile that he reserved for his publicity stunts spreading foolishly across his face.
((You don't mind me adding that desc. of Billy, do you? If you want him to look different I'd be happy to change it ^^))
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 4:24 pm
((No I don't mind ^.^ I like the description))
Billy raised an eyebrow at Charlie as if to say, 'You're friends with this guy?'. He gave Jole a cold smile, then looked up at the speakers.
"You fixed the jukebox?" He asked Charlie, slightly ignoring Jole.
"Perry did." Charlie nodded.
"Ah." He nodded.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 5:44 pm
Jole's frowned as his offer of a handshake was ignored. He stood for a moment, his hand still stuck in open space and a bemused expression on his face, before nervously clearing his throat and adding, "Well anyway, I reckon it's about time I got going. Got better things to do than stand around chatting all day!" He laughed encouragingly, but no-one joined in and his empty laugh echoed miserably through the room. Jole's face fell as he looked down to the floor, then looked up again and turned to Charlie.
"It's been nice seeing you, kiddo," he smiled wryly, watching Billy out of the corner of his eye, who was still refusing to acknowledge him.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 5:48 pm
She shot a glare at Billy, who was now perusing the music choices without a care.
Perry leaned over the counter. "And dear Charlie has a ten page essay to write~!" He grinned mercilessly at Charlie, who was glaring at Perry.
She then turned back to Jole, smiling. "Well, see you around?"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 6:00 pm
"You bet," he answered, and held out his arms for a hug. As they embraced, he spoke quietly in her ear, "Listen, don't be a stranger, kay? You know where to find me if you need anything while I'm here."
They let go. Jole made his way towards the door. "Good luck with the essay, braniac," he laughed. He waved cheerfully at Perry, shot a thoughtful look at Billy, and walked calmly through the door without another word.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 6:02 pm
A book was shoved in Charlie's face. "Don't you just love Plato?"
Charlie took the book with a dejected sigh and went to sit down at a table.
Billy shot a glare through the window at Jole, then sighed.
"Remember, Saturday!" Billy said cheerfully to Charlie.
"Yeah..." Charlie replied distantly.
The edges of Billy's mouth twitched and he sighed. "See you." He murmured, then left.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 6:23 pm
Jole didn't let out any sign about what had just happened until he was well out of view of the Waffle House. As soon as he turned the corner of the road he gave an angry sigh, and leaned dejectedly against the brick wall. The street he had turned into was in shadow. The sun had begun to set for the day, and as Jole stared at the darkening sky, a cold wind rushed down the deserted lane and disturbed a tattered newspaper at his feet. He sighed again.
Who the hell does he think he is?
Doesn't he know who I am?
He stared into the distance for a few more moments, his mind angrily shouting all sorts of obscenities at a phantom Billy, who was apologising profusely and offering to buy him a beer.
The breeze in the street grew suddenly stronger, and the dishevelled newspaper seperated into dirty, faded pages that clung to Jole's leg. He ripped them off testily, his hair blowing harshly into his eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn blared. He sighed once more, and let go of the pages. They slipped away and walzed gracefully down the street.
I hope she sees something good in him. I sure can't see any evidence of anything remotely good.
His fists clenched, then fell limp to his sides. He turned and began to march back down the lane to his home.
I miss Abby...
He reached his house, sprinted up the stone steps and strode through the door, the old blue paint flaking off as he slammed it behind him.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 6:38 pm
Charlie looked up when she heard the door slam, but went back to her homework. This didn't make any sense... argh! She began to doodle in her notebook, looking out the window.
Billy whistled as he passed Jole's house. Damn rock star. He tossed a rock at the door, then ran off, feeling foolish for acting so childishly. He hoped that Charlie didn't see him acting so immaturely.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 7:11 pm
Just ring her.
Jole was pacing in his bedroom, his head down, his eyes searching his spotless floor.
Just pick up the phone and ring her.
His parents weren't in, but Jole knew they wouldn't have gone far. Very few people left the town, mainly because very few people had any desire to do so.
JUST PICK UP THE PHONE, GODDAMN IT!
Jole marched to the phone on his aged oak desk and reached out his hand, but something stopped him. He paused, his hands refusing to touch the surface of the reciever, then gave a frustrated cry and threw himself on his bed.
Coward.
Without warning, a loud bang boomed through the floor. Jole's heart thumped inside his chest. Sitting abruptly upright, he opened the curtains just a fraction and peered out. Nothing moved.
To hell with this. How did they find me?
Disgruntled, he opened his bedroom door and trudged down the stairs, ready to face whichever reporter had tracked him down. This time, however, when he had pulled open the door and replaced his showbiz smile, he found nothing but a deep crack reaching down his front door, and a sizeable rock sat morosely on one of the stone steps. Feeling a hot rage rising up inside him, Jole ventured out into the garden and picked up the grey rock, clutching it tightly. He was quiet for a few moments, his tense knuckles bleaching white as he grasped the rock harder and harder, until finally he couldn't contain his anger anymore.
"I HATE THIS TOWN!" he screamed manically, throwing the rock as far as he could down the lane. It skittered clumsily across the uneven road and finally shuddered to a stop outside the Waffle House. His fists clenched, he ran back inside his house, violently kicking the door shut and lengething the already substantial crack. He locked his door with shaking hands, and then sat on his staircase, his head in his hands, and a heavy weight tearing at his chest.
How did this happen to me?...
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