Hey everyone. I feel the need to be writing at the moment, so, here is the outcome. This is just kind of the introduction, so bear with me. It'll get...good? Okay? Adequate?
Shout out to DACE. I miss you girls.
It was easily one of his worst days. Nick Lucas lay on the ground between his bed and the desk, his guitar on his stomach, strumming an E minor.
"Nick?" Joe asked, lurching over his brother while he fixed his tie.
"What." He replied tonelessly.
"Why are you on the floor?"
"Well, I'm worthless, so I figured I'd just lie here and die. Why are you so dressed up?"
"I'm going out with Stella tonight. Why are you so miserable?"
"I'm undateable. Kevin's out with Michelle again and even you have someone, and because you have someone to go out with, I can't even call Stella to hang out with. Because she'll be with you."
"How about you call Macy?" Joe said, smiling.
"Very funny."
"Just trying to help. How about you write a song?" Joe offered, grabbing his coat from his armchair and slipping it on.
"What? About how miserable my love life is?"
"Write about the girl you want to find, or something. Make a list." Nick turned up to look at Joe and raised his eyebrows.
"Huh. I could do that."
"Good. Now, get up, or someone will step on you." He said, smiling. Nick sighed and pushed his guitar to the side and sat up. The two turned when the doorbell rang from downstairs, only to have Kevin shout to Joe that it was Stella. "I gotta go. When I get back, you'd better be somewhere else."
"Yeah, whatever. Go make-out with our stylist." Nick deadpanned quietly.
"I plan to." Joe said, smirking, as he slid down a pole.
Nick stood up, dragging himself over to his desk, pulling a notebook out of his bag and sat down. He pressed the tip of the pen to the top of the page and sighed. He scribbled quietly. He bit his lip and thought.
the List
straight hair, blue eyes.
likes good music.
speaks french.
likes butterflies.
has seen 'peter pan' over 50 times.
australian.
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