Jimmy Boudreaux (c6h12o6) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-04 05:57:00 |
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Jimmy was stretched out on his bed, listening to Whisky Lullaby on repeat. He was on a break and supposed to be 'resting' and not thinking about…anything really. Not the Walmart parking lot, not the people on that train, not Erik and Aloysha, not what the others might be going through, and especially not… I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale… He furrowed his brow. Must be imagining things. I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell… He sat up. Who in the hell was playing that? He turned up his own music a bit, trying to drown out the other music, and stretched out again. The song, which was faint but still recognizable, faded out. And then it started again. He shut his eyes. The third time it started up, Jimmy jumped up from the bed and stormed over to his iPod. He quickly scrolled through his songs. I was riding shotgun with my hair undone, In the front seat of his car… Still able to hear the other song through the thin walls, he turned up his music even louder. If someone was gonna play Taylor Swift, it was gonna be him. And it was gonna be happy. |