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Post by ellie on Mar 15, 2008 5:53:27 GMT
warninnggg... i think
tag: brodyy
ooc: yeesss, it's crap. I had to force myself to write it >.< the next one will be better
"Brody? You sound like you just woke up..... You did? Sorry!"
Surprisingly enough, the girl that loved to sleep until noon more than anyone else she knew, had woken up early. That was shocking because she didn't have a class to go to - one of the only reasons she wakes up early at all. Yet today, after waking up at the crack of dawn, for some reason, she couldn't fall back asleep. By the time it was eight, she already had breakfast, went out for an hour long run, had a shower and did some of her homework. It was only when boredom struck her, did she pick up her phone and dial in the number she had memorized a long time ago. She had to call about three times until she heard his familiar voice on the other end of the phone.
"Well you're awake now, aren't you? You don't have class until this afternoon right? Do you want to get together? Just somewhere.... Expect you in an hour!"
It was pure luck she met Brody Hathaway. Her life had never felt like it was worthwhile until she met him. She had boyfriends before, a string of them throughout her years in high school. There were the ones she actually brought home to meet her dad and the bad influences that she just kept on the sidelines. She floated her years through high school, basically wrecking what everyone told her was a promising future. The booze, the parties, she failed so many classes. It was her artwork that let her into University. If she didn't have that, she would probably become a 40 years old living in her dad's home. Meeting Brody was one of the best things that had ever happened to her. She absolutely relished the first day she met him. Smiled at the memory of how they got together. It had been... a sort of rocky journey there, seeing as he had a girlfriend at the time she realized she actually liked him.... but a journey worthwhile to take. Everyone noticed the change in her after she started dating Brody. Especially her family whenever she went to visit. Her father noted how much more she smiled and helped instead of picking fights with all her siblings and himself. Her brothers noticed that she wasn't the angry, tantrum pulling teen she was when they last saw her. She was truly, and utterly happy.
Now that, was something she had never said before in her entire life.
After she hung up the phone, she wondered what she could possibly do for an entire hour. She mentally slapped herself for not saying HALF an hour. There were a lot of things she could do in thirty minutes. But an entire hour? No way. She wasn't going to survive. That was one bad point about herself that Ellie hated. How restless she was. It was almost torture for her to sit and listen to a lecture for hours. She hated it. They were usually boring and not helpful at all. She needed to move, to do something. Her attention span was of a five year olds child. She lost interest in things quickly. The hour was spent doing random things around her room. She cleaned out her closet, but got bored and threw them all back in. She made her bed, and Alex's while she was at it. She did even more of her homework, tried to do a crossword, jumped on her made bed... and the list went on and on. There was a lot of things you could half do in an hour. It was almost a relief when she looked at her clock and realized that there was only ten minutes until Brody came.
She caught a reflection of herself in the mirror they had hanging in their room. She looked like a mess, that was for certain. An hour of running around didn't do anything good for her. Her blonde hair was a mess, falling out of its ponytail, and her tee-shirt was already wrinkled. She really didn't care what she looked like, but she had ten minutes to kill. What the heck. She opened the closest, letting the clothes she had carelessly thrown in, fall out. She picked up a pair of jeans and another tee-shirt and threw them on. Then put her hair up in a better ponytail. Make-up was just stupid. She didn't feel like spending the entire day making sure her eyelashes had enough mascara, that her lips were perfect. She only spent time doing that if she was heading to a party. Natural was the way to go, most definitely.
Glancing at the clock again, she noticed it was now ten minutes past nine. She rolled her eyes, it was expected of a guy to be late. Sitting down on her bed, she picked up a book. She would probably get bored of it in a couple of minutes, but it was good for now.
"Oh Brody, you better hurry up," she muttered as she tried to sink in the first couple of sentences. |
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Post by brody on Mar 18, 2008 0:26:43 GMT
It’s not crap. Shuddup. I keel you! Buahahah
Brody was used to being woken up at insane hours of the morning to shrieking, giggling, or whinging younger sisters. This morning though the house had been suspiciously quiet, and when his alarm went off at 7am he knocked it off and went back to sleep. The plan was to get up and go for a run like he usually did when the weather was fine, but the silence of the house was unexpectedly pleasant in the dead of the morning, so he had rolled over and pulled the blankets up over his head. He was just drifting off again when a loud buzz attempted to get his attention, followed by an echoing rendition of The Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult. Apparently someone had been messing with his ring tones while he wasn’t paying attention. Ignoring it he pulled a pillow over his head too. When it rang for a second time he rolled to the other end of the bed and buried his face in the pillows there too. And then it rang a third time. He growled, frustrated, into his pillow, and without lifting his head he felt for his phone on the side table, flipped it open and brought it to his ear. In his groggy state it took him a minute to remember he had to say something first.
“Hello? … Elle, do you have any idea what time it is?”
Was she on something?! Ellie was never, ever, awake before he was. regardless what they had been doing before they had gone to sleep. It was usual practise that he had to go and drag her ass (or at least, try to) out of bed for lectures she would miss otherwise. Whether she did it because she couldn’t help it or because she just wanted to see how long he’d do it for he wasn’t sure, and he didn’t care either way. So it was extremely rare that she was awake before he was, and even rarer that she phone him to prove the point.
“I was asleep. I thought not answering the first hundred times was enough of a hint…”
Despite his words his tone was teasing, even as he fought the sleep that clung to his throat and made him hoarse. It was good to hear her vice first thing in the morning. It was good to hear it any time, but without the foundation of sisters, his mother of in the worst case, Ten, nagging, whining or ordering him to get up, it was a welcome treat. He listened to her ramble for a minute before rolling onto his back and attempting to open his eyes. The morning sun was beaming through a gap between his curtains and speared the wall by the door.
“Do I want t-…. Do I have a choice? Alright… see you soon.”
An hour. That gave him enough time to have a shower before he left. He hung up the phone and put it back on the side table before falling flat into his pillows again. The cool material willed his eyes to close again, and he was close to letting it happen too. Then the shriek he had missed earlier in the morning filled the hallway outside and was punctuated with a loud thump on his door. His eyes were open in a flash and he glared at the ceiling as another shriek and thump murdered the silence he had been enjoying. With a quite curse he resigned and forced himself out of bed. He reached the door and unlocked it before pulling it open. A red faced Morgan practically fell through the door and collided with his pyjama covered legs before running around him and diving for his bed. She missed of course, no being able to reach that high, and ended up clinging to the edge of the blanket and shrieking again. Brody, still by the door, frowned quizzically at the tot for a moment before she looked at him and grinned a gap-filled smile.
“Out,” he ordered, pointing back into the hallway just to make sure she got the message.
“NO!” came the reply, and he knew he couldn’t win without a screaming match. So he left her there with the door open as he grabbed a change of clothes and went to the bathroom. Thirty minutes later he emerged, clad in ripped jeans, a black shirt and his Winter-darkened hair forged into effortless spikes. When he returned, his room was empty, but he had no cares as to where Morgan had taken off to. She was hard enough to keep track of when you were in the same room as her let alone the rest of the house. He grabbed his phone, wallet and car keys and shoved them into the pockets of his jeans. He considered going to wake Ten and tell her he was out early, but he doubted she’d appreciate being woken up because Ellie called. That, and for all she knew he had class early that day too. So he let her sleep and headed downstairs.
He could hear the thronging masses of his siblings getting boisterous in the kitchen over their before-school breakfasts, and Brody had a surprisingly good idea for that time of the morning. He went out the front door, rather than going through the kitchen to get to the back door, and left the house without talking to anyone. A few clouds scattered the sky, but behind them it glowed a brilliant blue and promised good weather for the rest of the morning at least. That brightened his spirits as he got into his car and took off down the winding lane that led to the huge house mostly hidden by forestry. He had made the drive hundreds of times before and by now he knew it so well he could probably drive it with his eyes closed. Even an exuberant yawn did nothing to slow his speed as the tiny red indicator climbed steadily on the speedometer.
A little over fifteen minutes later he was pulling into the car park of the university of Provence. This campus was one that he never visited as much as his own. That was, until he started dating one of its occupants. Since the beginning of term he had been to parties there, sure, and had even visited Ellie (with or without other friends present) on more than one occasion. But over the last few days he had been on this campus more often than he had been on his own, and Elannia was the sole reason for it. So he knew his way through the industrial sized building easily and found her corridor within minutes. As he approached the door that he knew to be hers there was to easing of the smile that had spread across his face, all thoughts of the early wake-up call forgotten. As he reached the door he slowed his gait to a lazy stroll and pulled out his phone again. He sent her a message with of only two words…
Knock knock. |
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