Hi Peeps! So. First real big story on the hand here. Ruth likes reviews! Just don't call me a fucktard or anything along those lines.
Notice: I don't own any of the songs, but other than that, this is 100% me. GIVE HELPFUL REVIEWS!
I walked across an empty land. I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
~Somewhere only we know, Keane
"If you spill my mocha, I will kill you." I was balancing my coffee, books and backpack and still was successful at not dropping anything.
"I never said I was going to." Nate pouted his lips at the ridiculous assumption. The two friends were right outside their school, The California University of Arts.
Nate had only one ear bud in on his ipod, which was pretty typical of him. Nate had always left one ear bud out for me.
"Whatcha listening to?" I nodded my chin over to the ear bud dangling in the middle of his chest.
Nate moved his coffee to his other hand, balancing everything so he could take a look at the play list.
"One Republic. You want to listen?" I nodded, and indicated that I couldn't do anything, so he would have to put it in. "Come over here then. God, sometimes I think you need a bigger backpack." That was my brother coming out like a mother hen. I rolled my eyes, almost spilling my mocha and walked over to him with my miniscule backpack. But it was cute, and to me, that's all that counts.
"What are you doing this month?" A smile folding out of Nate's mouth. It was one of our ongoing jokes. I took something new every month to see what I liked the most. Right now I am doing jazz. No. Not modern jazz. Just plain old jazz. I like the class drawing and sketching that I am taking as a minor. I liked it the best.
"I'm doing jazz, what about you? Still doing music as your major?"
"Yeah. What else would I be doing?"
"How would I know? You could change your major as fast as I could change my hair."
"Change your hair again?"
"Yeah. Wouldn't it look great as a pixie cut that was dyed bright blue and the tips black? I'm bored with the bright orange."
"Yeah." Nate snorted. "I didn't see that coming."
"Shut up. I just wanted a change."
"Yet again. Might I remind you."
"So what. Just because you never change anything in your life doesn't mean that I don't change things in mine."
"Whatever. I don't want to argue right now."
"See you, then." We were right outside my classroom. "You do know that you don't have to walk me to class every morning, right?" Nate shook his head.
"Nope. Sorry to disappoint you, but I do have to." And again lapses into overly brother-like mode.
"See you." I don't want to feel like a baby right now.
"Bye." Nate doesn't say more than he has to. One of the things that I like about him. He is so mysterious. I change from my street clothes to my dancing clothes.
REMINDER TO SELF!
Take MODERN jazz next time. Because jazz sucks! Sorry to offend anyone out there who likes jazz, but I hate it.
