Robbie Mcgrath lay on his bed, trustworthy radio at his side, music filling the room, easing him to sleep, but the problem was, he couldnt sleep, to many things have been happening. First of, Kim decided to not call him back that night after he left at least five messages on her ever-ringing cell phone, and he couldnt release any of these feelings to his friends, each claiming to be to busy.
Robbie chocolate brown eyes wondered up to the alarm clock, squeased into the small space next to him radio on his night stand, reading in red that it was nearly midnight. He groaned, mentaly withering in his confusion. Lately hes been feeling diffrenet, he had decided, with no other was to decribe it.
" But what does that mean!" Robbie muttered sleepishly, face now burried in the grey pillow case. He was listening to an up-beat song, which suited him fine as he murmered along to a Justin Timberlake song.
The song ended, leaving Robbie feeling again confused with no happy-go-lucky song to distract him. 'Harder To Breathe' came on the radio, he flopped over on his bed, kicking the blankets to a useless puddle at the end of the bed, he reached out a hand to the floor and pulled up a beaten note book and a ball point pen, he heavily leaned on the back board of his bed, flipping threw the used pages filled with idea's for the groups radio show, he came to a clean page and skipped down a few lines before writing.
" Dear diary" He wrote, than hastily crossed it out, finding it no way to start a 'manly' journal. He began again, this time with no opening.
" I'm confused still! Ray is trying to get Lilly to like him so he's not listening to my problem. I dont want to bother Travis, I mean, he's got this new thing with Audrey, but man can he be oblivious! He might be smart but he's just not getting it, its like him and Ray have switched brains or something! I think that I like him, he's my bro.. and I shouldnt but..."
Robbie tore out the page, crinkling up in a ball before throwing it to the rug, he slammed shut the weary note book before letting it slide of his lap and fall to the floor along with the pen, unpluged the radio and turned of his light and let himself ease his way under the blankets.
" I do not like Travis!" He groaned, letting the lyrics of the song invade his mind, erasing thoughts of Travis.
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe......
Hey! I hope you liked it so far, 'nother chapter should be up soon. review! Flaming is allowed. ^___^ thanks for reading,
Grace---
Robbie chocolate brown eyes wondered up to the alarm clock, squeased into the small space next to him radio on his night stand, reading in red that it was nearly midnight. He groaned, mentaly withering in his confusion. Lately hes been feeling diffrenet, he had decided, with no other was to decribe it.
" But what does that mean!" Robbie muttered sleepishly, face now burried in the grey pillow case. He was listening to an up-beat song, which suited him fine as he murmered along to a Justin Timberlake song.
The song ended, leaving Robbie feeling again confused with no happy-go-lucky song to distract him. 'Harder To Breathe' came on the radio, he flopped over on his bed, kicking the blankets to a useless puddle at the end of the bed, he reached out a hand to the floor and pulled up a beaten note book and a ball point pen, he heavily leaned on the back board of his bed, flipping threw the used pages filled with idea's for the groups radio show, he came to a clean page and skipped down a few lines before writing.
" Dear diary" He wrote, than hastily crossed it out, finding it no way to start a 'manly' journal. He began again, this time with no opening.
" I'm confused still! Ray is trying to get Lilly to like him so he's not listening to my problem. I dont want to bother Travis, I mean, he's got this new thing with Audrey, but man can he be oblivious! He might be smart but he's just not getting it, its like him and Ray have switched brains or something! I think that I like him, he's my bro.. and I shouldnt but..."
Robbie tore out the page, crinkling up in a ball before throwing it to the rug, he slammed shut the weary note book before letting it slide of his lap and fall to the floor along with the pen, unpluged the radio and turned of his light and let himself ease his way under the blankets.
" I do not like Travis!" He groaned, letting the lyrics of the song invade his mind, erasing thoughts of Travis.
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe......
Hey! I hope you liked it so far, 'nother chapter should be up soon. review! Flaming is allowed. ^___^ thanks for reading,
Grace---