A Pick Me Up

[kyler]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

Tamsin had been wandering around town for about an hour now. The house she lived in while at school had started to get stuffy and she needed to get out before she went crazy. Confining walls usually did this to her and wasting a Saturday afternoon sitting alone inside didn't sound like fun. Tamsin was the sort that thrived in the open. The afternoon was bathed in a bright, late summer sun. Tams would miss it's warm rays when autumn and winter hit Kingswood. She liked the rain and cold but summer was her favorite time. In Greece, she would spend the days with her mother wasting away the time wandering around Athens or where ever they happend to be at the moment. Some of her best memories were during the summer time.

Out of the corner of her bright blue eye she spotted a Starbucks and couldn't help feeling the need for some caffeine. She paused on the sidewalk and then walked over to the door and went inside. It wasn't really busy and that was a surprise. Usually the line was backed up against the entrance. There were a few customers here and there but otherwise buisness was slow and she wasn't about to complain about it. Tams made her way up to the counter and read the menu. The barista waited patiently for her to make up her mind.

"Can I get a venti caramel frapp please?" the barista punched some buttons on the register and gave Tamsin her total. She pulled her wallet out of the bag that was slung over her shoulder. She payed and chose a seat at a table that faced the door, hoping someone she knew would walk in and join her, as she waited for her frapp to be prepared.

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status: COMPLETE
tagged: Whoever Kennedy chooses!
words: 300
outfit: HERE
notes: sorry it kinda sucks XD
lyrics: FIREFLIES, OWL CITY
credit: TEMPLATE BY SHAZI ?! AT CAUTION 2.0

[ronniezombie]

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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As if the timing was so very wrong, Ronnie entered the Starbucks, but only to hide away from his sister, who happened to be hunting him down for various reasons. What kind of day had he wasted? Most likely one he could have spent doing more worth while things, at least in his head. Ronnie pushed away his bangs, moving away from the door and windows. Perhaps if he was lucky Ronnie would be able to hide for more then 10 minutes. It was like Ronnie had a tracking device on him.

Ronnie sat in the corner, draping his jacket on the chair, and leaned back. His constant headache progressed to an almost dreadful feeling, not only in his head but now threading to his stomach. Caffeine would not be able to help him, but just make it worse. Ronnie assumed that he had been allergic, and that is why this place would be perfect for hiding. It was quiet, calm, and most of all lacking a certain some one. Ronnie wished to spend his days here, instead of the busy school, which brought him just more annoyance.

His lack of skill, or what others expected of him, made sure he didn't join a team. Ronnie wasn't for team sports anyways, but if he was determined enough he could have made it work. After all, he is a Finch and Finch's are best when they set their mind to do something. School was such a boring place, nobody had trickery much on their mind, but instead were good little children, unlike the rotten apple Ronnie was to be. Not that he wasn't smarter then half those kids, he was blessed with a brilliant mind. It was wasted on Ronnie, but hey, his grades are near perfection.

Perfection was the last thing Ronnie wanted though, and sub consciously went for the perfect mess. Whether it's family or friends he's dealing with Ronnie has an aura to keep others away. This environment was no exception. Many people gave him looks, caused by his rather different appearance. In this case, judging a book by its cover would be nearly right. The smell of coffee assaulted Ronnie's nose, and his mouth watered slightly. How bad could one sip be?


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WORDS! 376
STATUS! Complete
NOTES! Tada?
TAGS! Open!
INSPIRATION! The charrie himself?
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0

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