Cath POV
I strongly believe that writing is an art lost on "the many." I think I would be willing to lose the ability to write in order to keep the gift from some people. I should really be writing my paper right now, but I'm extremely sick of philosophers at the moment and would like to ignore them, they make me think too much. Mine is a world of two idiots in love who hardly know it, and philosophy does terrible things to innocents such as them, like question not only their love, but also the existence of the true love that is so readily imagined by every good romance author and worked to be achieved. "The classics we realize are not written by those our society values..." The echo of a poem rings in my ear, and still all I want to do is sleep- for a really long time. I'm proud however, because I know that no matter how much sleep I get I could never create a perfect paper with just my imagination, the way I did with Baz and Simon. So I write, and think of Levi with every defense of true love I muster up.
Reagan POV
I left the boy asleep. It was a one night stand, and I don't want a commitment with him. Not with him- but I think I might actually be considering accepting a trustworthy guy into my life. If I ever find one. Cath should be at the dorm, and Levi hopefully left already. He's been late to work enough due to her. They're like magnets.
Levi POV
I can't look at c's anymore without thinking of Cath. Every freaking cappuccino reminds me if her.
Wren POV
The fridge is full of food, and the fruit isn't moldy. The bread is whole wheat, and the freezer has tilapia as well as in it. Something's up. Either my dad has taken a turn for the better, or he has found a pull to live like healthy human being. He's been running more, too.
"How've you been, Wren- is Cath well?" Dad asked, his face flushed as he untied his shoes.
"Yeah, she's been good. I think she might be a little lost after wrapping up Carry On, Simon- but she and Levi are as in love as ever." I said sighing, looking up and meeting the eyes that had smaller dark circles then usual.
"What about you and Jandro?"
"Are you asking me that because you feel guilty for sending me to AAA circles, or because you want to know if he means something to me really?"
"Oh, I don't feel guilty. They should encourage you to never put yourself into one of them again. Which you did, it's you that got yourself in there," he answered, taking a gulp of water.
"I know."
His eyes widened, as though waiting for me to shout "Just kidding!"
"Jandro and I are good, Dad." I continue, grabbing a water bottle and heading up the stairs.
Jandro's uncle died of alcohol abuse three years ago he said.
Cath POV
There is no sound more beautiful than a keyboard at work, it's like a song. Keys jingle outside the door. I know who it is when the door swings wide open and slams shut loudly.
A/N: I will try to update weekly, and I'm planning for Proceeding to end at about twenty five to fifty chapters. I would appreciate reviews. If people would like to read the poem Cath remembers a line of, I can't tell you the name because it's an original work. Tell me if you'd like to read it, and I can publish it. It's by me. Also, THANKS Jcathwren!
