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| rina (profile) wrote, on 2-1-2005 at 7:13pm | |
| Music: shh - frou frou Subject: finding new york |
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| i was at that theatre where all the highschoolers went to hang out and look cool at night. it was annoyingly boring, listening to the gossip of a group of girls scattered around in short skirts and tanks with flip flops. i looked down at my own feet, stared at my right converse shoe covered with writing and little drawings from my real friends back home. because i wasnt home. this theatre was foreign to me. i was out of place; i knew it, and they were obviously too dense to notice it. the girls around me, i mean. you could hit them with a brick and they probably wouldnt respond. there was nothing i could do about it though, mom had insisted i get a social life. i had a social life, it just wasnt here. i wanted to be back in seattle, not here in california. i don't even like the beach. its wet and hot and you get sand in all the wrong place. what a hassle. i glanced toward said beach, it was right by the theatre. it had wooden steps flooded with sand winding its way to the cement pathway that led to the parking lot. and thats when i saw him. he was standing apart from the little groups, leaning over a rail that lined the walkway and faced the parking lot. he had a black t-shirt on, a band name i didnt recognize scribbled across the front. he had faded-looking jeans on, and converses, i noticed. he had converses. not sandals or flip flops or wet shoes or rocket dogs or whatever. converses. it was simple relief, that not all of the people here had never heard of the sex pistols or ridden the subway. i mean jeez. this is the first person i had seen who looked remotely like me. clothes-wise. because appearance-wise, he had darkish brown hair, short, with little ringlets covering his ears. he turned his head slightly and i saw really really great cheekbones. i usually dont notice something as dumb as that, mind you. but i did. and i couldnt resist walking up to him. i tried to be casual, but the thought of actually having a conversation that did not include fashion made me excited, so i looked like i was extremely happy to see him. he didnt notice me coming over toward him though, and i nonchalantly leaned against the rail next to him. i glanced over at him. hey, i said. he looked surprised when he turned his head toward me. like he couldnt imagine anyone striking up a conversation with him. he looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "hey." and oh man, let me pause here. his eyes. they were the exact color of the sky. exact. except they seemed lost in thought, as if i disrupted his thinking. that didnt bother me though because man! his eyes! i didnt respond right away, so he stood up carefully and turned so he could see me face to face. sort of. he was a bit taller than me. i held out my hand. "i'm alice," i said after a moment. "brian," he replied, his hand meeting mine and shaking it. he noticed my favorite shirt, and said, "sex pistols fan?" totally, i said. you? "yeah." to be continued? |
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lovethehibiscus | 02-01-05 8:58pm :) how cute!!!
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rina | Re:, 02-01-05 9:00pm why thanka :D i believe i shall.
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| Anonymous | 02-02-05 5:32pm oh man... that was what people in cape coral call "the shit".
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