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Post by NATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAW on Oct 9, 2011 0:41:17 GMT -6
your social guides give you swollen eyes but what i've got can't bought so you can just call it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHAT YOU WANT - - !
Through his sunglasses he watched people browse his selection of band tees. He let out a loud, big sigh of impatience. It was really hot and the tent seemed to act like a greenhouse and trap all the God damned heat! Jesus, when will the day ever end? Actually he still had a few hours until lunch break, the day wasn't going to end any time soon.
"Excuse me, how much?" a man had said, holding up a florescent green shirt. He seemed a little older than most of the crowd here. Probably a dad of a local artist. After replying $20 dollars, please, they exchanged money and he stuffed the bill in his little safe and breathlessly went back to his job. It wasn't his fault that he was here. In fact, Nathan blamed the fact that he had a lame job to his parents. Well, his mother most specifically. She was just ... so ... selfish.
In the distance, he could hear a local band playing on the main stage. He tried his hardest to figure out who it was... probably Kehl and the Creeps. Nathan had always liked that Darcy girl. He couldn't help but feel jealous of her and all the other bands that were living his dream. And here he was, torturing himself in the stands.
With a clear sign that no one else was going to come for a little bit, he pulled up a stool and sat on it. Slowly, he closed his eyes and rested, making sure his posture was still straight so he could appear awake. Nathan pulled his often. It would take people a few tries before he could respond, and his boss was never around. Other than that, it was a great way to pass the time in the heat.
300 WORDS , OPEN , NO NOTES! |
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Post by emily on Oct 9, 2011 17:54:18 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] i descended a dusty gravel ridge beneath the bixby canyon bridge
until i eventually arrived at the place where your heart had died - - - - - - - - - - - - - - fuck. fuckety fucker mother fucking fuck. delilah was running so late, it was almost comical. usually, the perky blonde woke up around five, oversaw the opening and preparations of the bakery, and then sat at a table and peeled through her tumblr dashboard on her ipad. by the time that the bakery opened at nine for the breakfast muffin and coffee rush, she was energized and blogged out enough to function for the rest of the day.
most of the time.
last night, delilah had stayed up till past one in the morning. she had been gabbing to presley and watching a "cosby show" marathon on tv land. she had been so captivated by the oldest son, theo, that she decided to research where he was today. from there, she got on a tangent about colored toe socks and looked those up. then, she searched to see if there was a way to own a pet lamb...needless to say, the internet had completely consumed her night and deprived her of any hope of having some sleep. by the time that del woke up, it was already past eleven.
after a long stream of curse words, she showered and dressed quickly and headed off. one of her amazingly helpful employees had managed to oversee the opening, she saw, as she appeared at the front door of the hundred acre bakery to find things going rather smoothly. "i'm so sorry," she gushed to the assistant manager, madeline. the girl waved her off, noticing delilah's sleepy expression. del glanced at the clock on the wall, deciding to help out in the kitchen for a bit. after several batches of cupcakes, she meandered back to the store front.
still adorned in her cherry-print apron, the pixie-size blonde waltzed over to the display case. on average, the bakery had about five types of cupcakes every day. today, there was the gluten free chocolate hermione granger, the strawberry cheesecake atticus finch, the lemon tart juliet capulet, the pumpkin spice peeta mellark, and a strawberry cream peter pan. she selected a juliet capulet, wrapped it up in a signature polka dotted box with pink ribbon, and ventured out.
every day, delilah brought her friend nathan a cupcake in hopes of cheering him up. she knew that it was possibly a hopeless task to undertake, but she couldn't help but hope that he actually enjoyed her treats and didn't just chuck them out or something. she skipped over to his usual spot, a small smile outlined her pink lips. "hi there," she set the box down in his lap. "i brought you my favorite today...the juliet capulet."
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Post by NATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAW on Oct 10, 2011 1:20:10 GMT -6
your social guides give you swollen eyes but what i've got can't bought so you can just call it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHAT YOU WANT - - !
Nathan had rocked to one side and woken himself up just in time for Delilah to plunk a box of cupcakes in his lap. "Huh?" he grunted, as he woke up. A lot of time must have passed if he really dozed off enough to be falling off the stool. Nathan rubbed his sleepy eyes as she explained how she had brought her favourite this time. Delilah's bakery was really close to Nathan's tent. Overtime, the two had gotten to know each other well and each day, Delilah would bring him cupcakes. Truly, it was an attempt to try to make Nathan's life a little better. But he knew it was a band aid fix, and nothing can really solve it, unless his mother took some action. Nathan did appreciate the gesture though. It was one of the few things he looked forward to in his regular day to day schedule. That and his solitary drink once his parents have fallen asleep.
He opened the colourful box to find even more colourful cupcakes. A huge grin appeared on Nathan's face. They were so Delilah. "Daww, thanks Dee." Nathan half shut the box, stood up and put the box on the stool where he just had a nap. "You're the best." he gave her a huge bear hug. Nathan let go, sat back down on the stool and took a large, glorious bite out of a cupcake.
It was moist in his mouth, and flavours in the icing seemed to pop. He closed his eyes in exaggeration, "Mmmm... no wonder this is your favourite." Nathan said with a full mouth. He then flashed a full smile with his cheeks budging and his mouth full of cupcakes. After some intense flavour munching, and another large bite, he allowed himself to speak, "How's the bakery?"
Delilah's bakery was just as you unique as Delilah herself. Every single cupcake was named after a character. Nathan recalled Darcy giving the suggestion, "Pooh" for one of her yellow coloured cupcake. It really was creative, and Nathan admired her for her spunk. Nathan also somewhat envied her, for the fact that she's so successful. The bakery had an awesome rep around the square... if only he could be as famous as her, but in the music world.
Nathan is a sad person, filled with anger and grief for his own future. But yet, he still takes care of his parents and is able to hold a job. If only his mother could see how hard he is struggling and how unhappy he is... maybe then will Nathan have a true life of his own.
434 WORDS , DELILAH , DEE IS SO SWEET! |
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