Yes, Sarah, Ben, Phil, Richard, Becky and John are all real people.
They all live in england.
And yes, i am sarah :)
So I was sat listening to a song and re-reading over one of the stories
when it hit me.
It was time.
Time to introduce one of my songs.
So here it is.
Here is Photo Album©
And dont steal it, I do have it copywritten :)
we should look for the signs of the coming day
a loosened tongue's what people say
should I look to the future, im happy with today
come what may
Jack sighed as he looked out the window of the bar. It was small and quiet and dimly lit. exactly what he needed. Light and noise were just recipies for disaster with his current mood. How some people could just be happy was a mystery. And because of people talking he was alone. Again. Sipping at his Disaronno and red bull, Jack's blue eyes roamed the pub. The regulars were there. Becka behind the bar with her smile and long brown hair, John with his short hair and endless amount of humour. The group in the corner always served to amuse him. The short man, known as Richard or Ricardo by his friends was trying to figure something out that had his friends amused. One had short brown hair, Ben, his slim frame shook as he laughed silently at his friend's idiocy, the fake blonde next to him, Sarah, was openly laughing, painted purple nails glinted in the soft light as she picked up her drink, the same as his (he knew as he'd bought her it, she'd thanked him and nearly down right refused until he'd smiled and said that it was his pleasure to see familiarity.) and drank through the straw before their curly haired friend, Phil, said something that made her choke almost.
"Guys, for people in uni, im surprised at how thick you all can be!" her voice drifted over to him and he smiled as she fixed her purple checkered shirt over her red tank top. The man who had his head on the table looked up at her and poked her in the rib that caused her to squeek and glare at him, her cheeks turning red.
"Says you! Sarah a few weeks ago your hair went from blonde, to grey to white! All in four days!" The girl grinned and poked her tongue out at him.
"And it will be red tomorrow Ben so shush!" the boy smiled and shook his head before picking up his pint. Jack smiled and shook his head at her antics as she sighed and took another sip as a auburn haired man walked in. A tanned hand reached up and pulled off a ball cap before stuffing it into his satchel at his side.
Come on in what you make of that
relax my friend take off your hat
we'll sit right here and drink some tea
while we have a chat
what you make of that?
Jack watched the man with interest as he sat down at the bar, his back to the group he had been watching and sipped at a glass of whisky. (he was observant when it came to drinks.) Sitting there watching him, he noticed Sarah stand up and grin at the boys.
"Yeah well! Duty calls! Open mic night people!" She turned from the boys, missing the fond smile that crossed Ben's face and the grin the other two shared. She walked toward the white haired male before smiling and spoke to John, the bar man smiling and nodding to the girl and she turned toward the guitar and mic stood beside where Jack was sat. Black jeans framed her legs and a pair of black converse framed her feet, silver studs on the side that made Jack smirk. The Auburn haired man was watching her with interest almost, Green eyes watching her pick up the guitar and a stool from beside him. Jack and the man locked eyes and a blush appeared across the other's cheeks, Freckles standing out against the redness. Jack grinned at the man before turning to Sarah again as she spoke into the now hooked up mic.
"This is for my friend who bought me my favorite drink earlier. Cheers snowflake." Jack's cheeks heated up as she grinned at him and his head hit the table, her laugh ringing out into the chatter of the pub.
My brother he's 5 foot 9 he's
not related but a dear friend of mine
theres a shadow out to get him
but that's fine
its not a crime
Jack looked up as she sang, smiling at the words and at how true they were. His shadow was more than out to get him but hey, cant have everything. Freckles was watching him he noticed and he shot a grin in his direction, causing the other to blush again and raise his glass. Jack stood up and took his empty glass (when had it been emptied?) to the bar as freckle's phone rang. Sarah's guitar was playing still in the background, the chords she used seemed to lift his spirits alone.
come on friend we'll have you over and
reminice of white cliffs of dover
the fair green fields made of clover
just remember, leave the rover
"No Astrid.. No.. you... Listen to me! Im not coming Astrid. I'm done. No more. Just... Just leave me alone." Jack glanced to the side, noticing that freckles had hung up and downed the rest of his whisky. Jack smiled and nodded at the glass.
"Drinking that stuff surely cant be good for you." Freckles looked up at the sound of his voice and smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah well with the day i've had, can you blame me?" Jack smiled and nodded.
"Yeah I know the feeling mate." Freckles (as that was what Jack had named him. They suited him anyway.) sighed and looked at Becky. Jack caught her as she walked past though. "I'm paying for his becks. And same again for me please." Becky smiled and nodded, freckles ordering a bells whisky and Jack smiled at his choice.
father son and holy ghost
we've never really been that close
but i'll pray for you
he'll make sure I do
just for you
The drinks arrive and Freckles looked confused as becky walked off, green eyes darting to Jack's blue.
"Hey can't blame a guy for trying to make you feel better." freckles smiled and raised the glass, to which Jack mimicked. Taking a drink, Jack watched Sarah for a second as she played, a smile never leaving her face. This was what she loved. You could tell.
"So what's your name?" Jack jumped at the sound of Freckle's voice, white hair bouncing as his head shot toward the sound of the other's voice.
"Huh? Oh, Jack. I'm Jack. And yours?" Green eyes scrunched up in a smile and a tanned hand was held out.
"Harold, but everyone calls me Hiccup." Jack blinked as Sarah grinned at him before Blue eyes went to Hiccup. Pale skin met tanned and lips parted in a crooked smile that was rather (not) cute on Hiccup's face.
"Now why would they say that?"
now time will start to bend and break but
we'll have to give what we can take
my friend cant you see
you were made for me
Jack smiled as Hiccup spoke, taking a bar stool next to him as they chatted, comfortable in each other's presence. Hiccup spoke of how he loved to draw but anything else he was pretty much useless at (aside from blacksmithing, something that was rather unusual nowadays) and Jack spoke of how he was a primary school teacher, how being with kids was his idea of a great day but he always manages to mess things up if it didnt involve fun.
you were made for me
you were made for me
oooooooooooooo
The two men smiled at each other and Hiccup bought the next round for the two.
you were made for me
made for me
made for me
Phones were ignored, worries were forgotten and they spent the night smiling and laughing, telling jokes and past adventures. Sarah finished her song and walked past the two, Jack grabbed her hand and smiled at her, handing her a drink. "Thanks." She smiled and nodded at the two, taking the drink from Jack's pale hand and walking back to her friends where they sat and laughed, telling jokes.
Jack couldnt really tell anymore.
But the noise and the lights was perfect for him as he talked with Hiccup.
"Well Hic! It seems this is the start to a beautiful friendship." Hiccup smiled at the new nickname and nodded, auburn hair bouncing slightly as green eyes sparkled in the light of the bar.
"I do believe so Snowflake."
you were made for me
NAW
Tell me what you think :)
As soon as i have a working version of the song up, i'll link it on here so you can hear it
get a better idea for it :)
but yeah.. i enjoyed this.
Beer courtesy of Becka and John!
and of course, the cookies curtesy of me and the boys :)