Surf- Stand Alone Complex O.S.T.- Yoko Kanno et al.
Candace curled up in her bed and closed her eyes. It had been another long day, and she needed to unwind.
Breathe in.
In between trying to bust her brothers, worrying about which shade of green was Jeremy's favorite, trying to bust her brothers, trying to prove that she wasn't mentally unstable to her mom, and trying to bust her brothers, it had proven to be a tiring day.
Breathe out.
But now it was nearly bedtime. She just needed to relax and she would drift off to sleep. And she would if she could, but smaller things kept popping into her mind.
Breathe in.
Stacy had gotten angry at her. Again. Candace wasn't sure about what she did wrong, but she would apologize in the morning.
She had failed a history quiz. Really, it had been such a simple mistake, the wrong person at the wrong time. Jeremy said it was okay, that he had failed the same quiz.
Breathe out.
She flipped her phone open and debated sending a text message to Jeremy. She decided not to. They had gone to see a movie and he had complained about how the female character was two dimensional and clingy.
Breathe in.
She didn't want to be clingy. Candace pulled her hands up to her chest and sighed. She really hoped she wasn't two dimensional.
Breathe out.
Her last thought of the day was a lecture about how dimensions actually work and how a character with three dimensions wasn't the same thing. Delivered by Phineas.
Her dreams were unpleasant that night.
This is more of a way to break down my writer's block. And get myself some more readers.
Why, no. I don't just write for the sake of writing. Because I'm a horrible person, that's why.
As for any love song inspired drabbles, err, maybe? I don't have any pure love songs on my iPod. Lust songs? Oh, yeah. By the dozen.