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[oliver james kinsley]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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being new in school was definitely not something melodee enjoyed. not knowing anyone was difficult enough. carson high school had it's own set of problems that melodee never wanted to have to deal with. whereas her mom had been excited to move here and such, melodee had heard about the messed up people, and was not ready to meet any of them, much less make friends. for that reason alone, melodee mainly kept to herself. in her classes she sat alone and payed attention. thankfully she didn't have a lunch, so she didn't have to worry about sitting alone at lunch. she was quite content with how things were going, no matter how lonely she got.

it was quiet days when after school the lure of going home to deal with a pregnant mother did not appeal to melodee, that she found herself going to the lounge. the lounge was open after school for people to just relax and study. melodee found herself frequenting the lounge quite often, as it was a good escape from her mother's irritated mood, or random food cravings.

entering the lounge was similar to entering a paradise for melodee. she situated herself on an arm chair towards the far right corner, near a window. she preferred to be as far away from other people as possible. who knows what they might do?! melodee plopped herself down onto the comfy chair and placed her bag on the ground next to her. she pulled out her most recent love, a new romance novel, and got comfortable. she opened the book and began to read, hoping no one else around her would feel an inclination to talk.

status • complete [open]
word count • 279
lyrics • the show by lenka
notes •melodee needs somebody
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution

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[elijosephbennett]

all because of you, I believe in angels
not the kind with wings, no not the kind with halos

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Eli always loathed this awkward time of day. Right after classes, you were posed with the choice of heading home or participating in afterschool programs. Or going out with friends, but considering the fact it was only a Wednesday, there really wasn’t much going on at all. Even still, Eli wouldn’t have a clue who he would have gone out with. It’s not like people were fighting over him or anything. He wasn’t exactly the sort to get too deep into social relations. A few, close friends would be nice. And a girl. Girls would be excellent. It’s just Eli really hadn’t been exposed to that many who were what he was interested. Not the easy girls, though they were pretty. He wanted someone with intellect. Someone he could talk to for hours. Someone who would accept the fact that he was considerably unstable at times. Damn alcohol way back when. Never really set him up for emotional success.

Green eyes flickering over the lounge area, where he had decided to set up fort for a few hours, he noticed that no one was in there really. Off on the couch was some girl who was obviously just there to nap on the couch and by the window was a pretty blonde Eli had seen around school. She seemed rather nice. Melodee, was it? He guessed correctly. Running a hand through his messy brown hair, he walked over to the small bookshelf on the other side of the room. He was pretty sure that by the noises of him entering, she would be capable of noticing there was another being in the room. Other than couch girl, that is. His lazily skimmed his pointer finger over the spines of the books, taking in their names. Most, he had read. That was what he was good with: words. They were his calling. Eli loved being able to string words together, break them apart, creating art with prose. Though he didn’t plan on writing for a living, that is. Psychology. Far more stable, even more interesting. Though he wasn’t the best with people himself, he knew how to help others with their problems. It was peculiar, by Eli being quiet and observant, he was able to note about social interactions between people. It was like throughout all his seventeen years of life he was preparing to become a psychologist. Speaking of social interactions, he turned to the girl. Melodee.

Walking over slowly, hands in pockets, he took a seat across from her. She seemed deeply enthralled with her book. Not wanting to be a complete sketch by sitting there, gently watching her, he greeted the blonde. "Hey, I’m Eli." A smile played over his lips. He was really in the mood for someone to talk to. She seemed like someone who wouldn’t be an ass, or judge him. It was out of character for him to just walk up to people like this. Especially girls. He wasn’t Romeo or anything, his gift with words was limited to paper. Awaiting her response, he glanced quickly out the window.

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TAGGED:

[/color] brenna with melodee
STATUS: done
LYRIC CREDIT: rise against
THREAD CREDIT: adamsgirl of CAUTION 2.0
WORD COUNT: 515
COMMENTS: nada[/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[oliver james kinsley]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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about five minutes after she started reading melodee heard quite a commotion coming into the room. she was quite surprised to see it was just one more person adding themselves to the lounge. melodee was getting quite bored of reading so she began to watch the boy as he made his way into the lounge and over to the bookshelves. she was pretty positive she had seen him around school before. his name, she couldn't remember, but she was never good with names.

as she watched him skim the books with his hand, she wondered if he would come and sit by her. she was feeling really lonely lately and would love to have someone to talk to. plus, if he was into books and stuff, like he seemed, she would be very thankful. most of the guys at carson were either stuck up or complete assholes. melodee had yet to meet one that did not meet those requirerments. she noticed this myseritous boy turn around and start to walk towards her. she quickly put the book back up to her face and pretending to be deeply engrossed in it.

melodee couldn't help but smile as the boy sat across from her. she tried to keep her face from showing any emottion until he spoke to her. "hey i'm eli," she heard him say. "melodee," she said smiling at him as she closed the book on her finger to keep place. "i believe i've seen you around before," she said not really knowing what else to say. she realized that statement was pretty sketchy, but she had no way to make it sound any different. melodee just smiled slighty and hoped she wouldn't sound like a total dork.

status • complete [rosie! with eli (: ]
word count • 293
lyrics • the show by lenka
notes •haylo friend!
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution

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[elijosephbennett]

it’s why I am
still here dancing with the grugrux king

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”Not really sure. I mean, I kinda just know you as the new girl.” He chuckled, mildly embarrassed. Eli was sure she got that a lot, being the “new girl”. He was the “new guy” three years ago, when he moved from Seattle. Seattle. His favorite place on earth. Where businessmen and hippies walk side to side. Where one day you could take a ride off into the wilderness of Washington state, and then have dinner in the hot new restaurant downtown. Eli was sure he was going to move back here someday, whenever he went about establishing his life. It would take some work, but it would be worth it. Happiness in the end was what it was all about, little sacrifices made along the way would be forgotten. But some things really couldn’t be forgotten, like why he moved here in the first place. Shaking his head lightly at his own thoughts, he mustered up a smile.

”Let’s see what you are reading here, Miss Melodee.” Eli playfully said as he adjusted the cover so he could see it clearly. ”Ah, a romance. Not quite my pace.” He chuckled, idly scratching at his arm. It was true, he didn’t really like romances. But he found a female who was reading! It was a miracle! Most teens flinch at the thought of words, and plot development. Any reading is accepted by Eli. Swinging his backpack onto the floor over the arm rest, he made himself comfortable. This lounge was nice, it was a good place to be. The couches were actually comfortable. He instantly understood why that girl on the couch would feel compelled to sleep there. Running a hand through his brown hair, he drew his green eyes towards Melodee’s own. She was a nice girl, it seemed. Others could have just given him weird glances. But she didn’t. Eli wanted to get to know her.

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TAGGED:

[/color] brenna with melodee =D
STATUS: done
LYRIC CREDIT: dave Matthews band<333
THREAD CREDIT: adamsgirl of CAUTION 2.0
WORD COUNT: 318, sorry it’s a tad short.
COMMENTS: alohaaaa![/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[oliver james kinsley]

our song, is the slammin' screen door
sneaking out late tappin' on your window
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melodee was not surprised to hear her name associated with the words "new girl." being the newest addition to carson high school, she often heard that word as she traveled from class to class. "well that makes perfect sense," she said laughing, "i'm used to it." she figured he had been in her position before as being the new kid, and she appreciated his sincerity and kindness. melodee knew the difficulties of moving around from place to place and being afraid and lonely. she thought she had gotten over the moves after about the fourth time, but deep down she really hadn't. having someone come and talk to her, that was just a normal guy, made her feel a little less helpless.

"well what kind of reading do you do kind sir?" she asked in a horrible british accent as he mocked her reading choices. she was surprised that he commented on her reading. most guys barely even noticed a book, even if it smacked them square in the face. melodee was thankful that this eli guy was someone intelligent, or at least he should be considering he had an interest in books. that type of interest was something most teenage boys were not programmed for.


melodee fixed the book to the page she was on, folded the corner, and placed the book on the small table next to the chair she was sitting on. she figured it would be rude to keep the book open considering it seemed they were going to continue talking rather then go off into their own worlds.

she allowed herself to fall back into the chair and get comfortable with one of the pillows on the chair. mel was extremely thankful for the lounge's homeliness. hell, it felt more like home than her house did. having eli sit with her reminded her deeply of a friend back in new york. they would sit together and just talk for hours upon hours. it devastated the both of them to leave, but now melodee reminisced as she saw the same qualities in eli. she hoped this would be the start of a new friendship, a real friendship.


status • complete [rosie! with eli (: ]
word count • 364
lyrics • our song by taylor swift!
notes •it suckish
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution

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[elijosephbennett]

oh mr.pitiful
who let you down?

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Eli chuckled. The new kid always reacted best to those who came to them, reaching out, showing a sign that not everyone was the same. Not everyone was clique-y and cold. He knew that feeling so well, being lost in a crowd of people who already established who they liked and who they didn’t. Prejudice is a bitch. Whether it be way back when he Eli took a little “vacation”, or when he moved to this school, being the new kid always posed a challenge. To succeed in this situation, the poor kid has to become an exciting and bubbly person. Two things that were not usually associated with Eli Bennett. He was mellow, quiet, smart. Not loud and dramatic. Even still, Eli felt misplaced at this school. Oddly, he could tell Melodee felt the same way.

He could also tell that she was somewhat taken aback that he was a boy who enjoyed literature. Nothing held against her, of course. Eli would have been surprised himself if he found a guy at Carson High that liked reading, or could tell the difference between a prefix and a suffix. Silly, silly people. Without reading, you can’t really go anywhere. ”Historical fiction, I would have to say. I find it rather enthralling, and I guess it also is productive being that it helps you learn about a certain event." Eli blushed slightly. He wasn’t really use to talking so much. Eli was the kid who listened, always the one to comment when needed, but nothing more. Being around Melodee was comforting, she had this thing about her that gave Eli the ability to show his true persona. I mean, he walked over to her in the first place. Very rarely did that happen.

Rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully, he looked outside. It was such a nice day out, it would be good to go outside. Maybe swim. Eli had a love for the water, ocean, river, whatever. It was like everything went away when he was submerged and fighting the gravity that would drag him to a watery death. Not that he thought of it like that, drowning and all. Honestly he just felt at home while floating around. The only time that Eli felt that liquid was bad was when he had a love affair with the kind that came in a bottle. Those were dark days for him, times that he never wants to revisit. To this day Eli avoids any kind of alcohol, even going out of his way to get out of situations where he would be exposed to it. You just never know.

”Melodee, what year are you?" The boy asked suddenly. It would be horrible if he had classes with her, and he hadn’t noticed her.

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TAGGED:

[/color] brenna with melodee =D
STATUS: done
LYRIC CREDIT: matt costa
THREAD CREDIT: adamsgirl of CAUTION 2.0
WORD COUNT: 463
COMMENTS: noo it didnt![/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[oliver james kinsley]

i wanna find something i wanted all along
somewhere i belong
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melodee smiled as he responded to her question. "honestly, history bores me,"

[/b] she laughed. history had never been her favorite subject in school. it always was her least favorite class of the day. melodee prefers to know about the here and now, what happened in the past, was in the past. "but hey, each person is unique in their interests right?" [/b]


sitting in the chair in the lounge talking with some guy was something melodee never expected she'd be doing, but it oddly felt extremely comforting. she loved it. she wished she could feel this kind of happiness in her everyday life, in home and in school. mel hoped this would maybe give her a new outlook on life. she just wanted somewhere to belong.


melodee was taken slightly aback by his question. it was off topic, not that she mattered. she figured he wasn't in her year, considering she was pretty sure they did not have any classes together. "i'm in year eleven, what about you?"[/b] she replied keeping a cute innocent smile on her face. she was pretty sure he was a senior, but it couldn't hurt to ask.


glancing around the room, she noticed they were suddenly alone in the lounge. the girl she had seen sleeping on one of the couches had left. it was extremely odd for there to be noone in the lounge, considering after school it was usually packed with people hanging out, but then again it was a beautiful day outside. the rich girls were probably driving around in their convertibles with the tops down, enjoying life. oddly enough, melodee did not want to be anywhere else in this moment. she was finally feeling happy. she wanted this time to last forever.


status • complete [rosie! with eli (: ]
word count • 269
lyrics • somewhere i belong linkin park
notes •eh. its not great today. feeling museless ):
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[elijosephbennett]

in the morning wake me up
and tell me everything

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Turning back to Melodee as she replied, he grinned. Eli got that response a lot about history, people seemed to find it dull. But oddly, Eli didn’t. He loved learning about what happened in the past. No, not dates or sites of famous battles. But people’s thoughts and reactions to random events, like the Great Molasses Flood of Boston. Yeah, most people didn’t know that there was ever a molasses spill that caused a sticky death to many. It was quirky things like this that Eli enjoyed. Along with psychology, what people thought. I guess that just went along with why he liked history. Eli was college bound, heading out to NYU next year. It was an accomplished goal of his, he had dreamed of attending university in the city. And he did it, somehow. Full boat. Thank god for that, he wouldn’t have been able to go otherwise. ”That is definitely true. To each their own, I suppose.”

Nodding, Eli assured himself that she was a junior. It would have been terrible if he hadn’t seen her all year. He was usually keen on observing, always noticing what was going on around him. Eli figured he had a photographic memory or something, he was excellent with names and such. But anyways, he usually spent his time just watching. Not in a creeper-y way, but in a way that would help him in life. Just observing how people interact was find with Eli, feeding his hunger for knowledge. He didn’t care for causing his own social circles and networks, as most were at Carson High. But I guess that was just how it is.

”Well that certainly makes sense, considering I am a senior. I’ll be outta here next year.” Eli said, laughing a little at the end. He felt complete joy at the idea of starting college. All of the immature high school drama would be left behind on the West Coast as he headed to New York. New York City. Eli’s dream city. A place where anyone can be whoever the hell they want and no one would give them any grief. Ideal, in Eli’s eyes.

”You certainly don’t seem like most junior girls here at Carson.” Eli observed, looking to her. It was true, Melodee seemed to have much more complexity and depth. She was cute, but at Carson that was usually synonymous with popularity. Somehow, Eli felt that she didn’t run with that crowd. Well neither did Eli, really. He was the quiet kid who some girls find “mysterious”. For the most part, these were the girls he avoided.

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TAGGED:

[/color] brenna with melodee
STATUS: done
LYRIC CREDIT: O.A.R.
THREAD CREDIT: adamsgirl of CAUTION 2.0
WORD COUNT: 433
COMMENTS: awhh im sorry. my muse is...sleeping haha[/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[oliver james kinsley]

i wanna find something i wanted all along
somewhere i belong
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Melodee sensed that Eli was used to hearing people say they thought history was boring. Most people obviously thought that way. For Melodee, history was just another subject. The only thing that really had much interest to her was anything musically related, or English class. English was more about expressing your creativity while History was about memorization and learning. Blek, how boring. "Well if everyone liked the same things, life would be extremely uninteresting and boring,"

[/b] she said with a smile.

Oh how Melodee wished she was a senior. She wished greatly to be out of high school and into university. High school was a place for teenage angst and cliques, somewhere she never belonged. "Lucky you,"[/b] she said with a small laugh. "Have you decided on where you're headed for the future"[/b] she asked wondering if he planned to get as far away from this institution as possible, as she wished she could.
"You certainly don't seem like most junior girls here at Carson,"[/i] The words echoed in her mind. She knew that she was different, but she doubted anyone really noticed anything of it. "I know, I guess I just have a different perspective on life,"[/b] she said with a shrug of her shoulder. She never really knew why she never was all girly and stuff. She figured it was from moving a lot, and just how her mother was really down to earth and stuff. She was never really exposed to different styles of life.

She liked being different from other people, in more ways than just her interests. Melodee never saw a need for being popular, or trying to run around and sleep with boys. She always had just a simple view on life, which was inconsistent with most teenage girls. That was probably the reason she remained along a lot. Being without a lot of friends, or people to make her feel "wanted" was unnecessary and pointless in her eyes. She just needed a guitar, a pen, and some quiet place to be alone, and she was just content. On the other side, friends were not a bad thing. She greatly appreciated having someone to talk to once in a while, other than her mother. She had her teenage girl-ness as well as her own uniqueness.

"Well you shouldn't really be saying anything, you're not quite like other boys here either,"[/b] she said smiling. She didm't know what it was about Eli that made him different from others guys she knew. Most guys wouldn't even give her the time of day. Not because she wasn't pretty, but just because she was quiet and reserved and didn't go out partying ever weekend. Personally, she didn't really care.


status • complete [rosie! with eli (: ]
word count • 456
lyrics • somewhere i belong linkin park
notes •(: sleep is good for you
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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