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Post by Michael Castel on Nov 22, 2007 15:23:36 GMT -5
Michael walked through the overcrowded main hall of the University, guitar and books in hand. He sighed heavily as he reached the fresh air of the main courtyard, looking around for a space he finally settled himself on the wall of the pond, setting his books and guitar case close to his feet he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smokes and cell phone.
Lighting his first, of what would most likely be many, cigarettes he flipped open his cell phone debating about whether to call Melanie or not. Either she was in class or she wasn't, but things had been slightly weird between the two of them lately, he knew this. Some how they both seemed to like one another, but something always interfeered... it was like they just weren't meant to be.
Shaking his head and pulling the smoke from his mouth he blew the smoke out and pressed the number 1 on his phone, instantly dialing his best friend.
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Post by Melanie Walters on Nov 22, 2007 16:57:53 GMT -5
Finally! Out of Music Education! Possibly the most boring class. Ever. But she had to take it, and she had to get through it.
She tried to make her way through the crowded main hall of NYU, but her fairly fragile, tiny body was being shoved practically across the. Eventually, she made it through the sea of students and out into the courtyard.
Find the right time, just to before you die...
"Break the Ice" by Fei Comodo sang from her over-sized black bag. She pulled it out as she continued to walk through the courtyard. "Hel--" She started to answer until she saw a very familiar someone. Looking at her phone with a funny expression, she just closed it and and walked towards her friend. "Hey you," she commented with a grin, sitting next to him.
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Post by Michael Castel on Nov 24, 2007 13:35:56 GMT -5
Michael waited patiently for Melanie to answer, it always seemed to take a few rings before she could find her cell in her purse. Smiling as he heard her familiar voice he had his mouth open to answer her back, but never got the chance as she hung up on him. He looked down at his phone with his brow furrowed in utter confusion. Why the hel'd she hang up on me? he had enough time to think before he heard the same voice greet him as the also familiar scent of her faveorite perfume wafted over him.
Turning to his best friend he smiled his crooked smile at her, "What's up chickita?"
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