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Post by Alex Samuels on Mar 20, 2009 22:00:20 GMT -5
As Alex strummed her guitar on one of the benches in Central Park, she was also writing lyrics in her black notebook.
She started humming the tune while playing, then eventually started singing the words in her book.
"I don't think that passenger seat, has ever looked this good to me. He tells me about his night, I count the colors in his eyes. He'll never fall in love, He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong And I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke, I fake a smile, But I know all his favorite songs. . . ." Alex sang, thinking about Tristan.
She had coded the words and changed a few facts, but Alex knew that this song was about Tristan.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 22:04:26 GMT -5
Rosalie was walking through the park when she heard music. She quickly headed to the source. She listened to the words, and smiled as she applied them to her own life. She smelt the singer to be Alex. She laughed and walked over to her.
"Hi. Need any help?" She asked walking closer.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Mar 20, 2009 22:08:56 GMT -5
Alex jumped when Rosalie spoke, then sighed when she saw who it was.
"H-How much did you hear?" She asked, blushing.
She was totally embarrassed from someone hearing her sing and play her guitar, because no one had ever caught her before.
Her hair fell over her eyes, and Alex silently said a prayer of thanks, because her eyes were filled with tears.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 22:12:53 GMT -5
She laughed at Alex's shyness. She sat down next to her.
"I heard...." She looked at the ground.
"I don't think passenger seat, has ever looked this good to me. He tells me about his night, I count the colors in his eyes. He'll never fall in love, he swears, as her runs his fingers through his hair. I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong. And I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke, I fake a smile. But I know all his favorite songs." She sang, beautifully. If vampires could cry, Rosalie would be. She looked at Alex, waiting.
"So, need any help?"
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Post by Alex Samuels on Mar 20, 2009 22:16:35 GMT -5
Alex smiled. Rosalie's voice was beautiful, which, just made Alex's tears come even more.
"Yeah. I can't figure out what words should come next. I mean, i've got the whole tune done, it's just the words I can't find." She said, strumming her guitar blankly, and playing the melody of the song.
She looked at Rosalie while she played, waiting for her guidance.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 22:19:42 GMT -5
Rosalie closed her eyes, envisioning Edward.
"And I could tell you, his favorite color's green. He loves to argue. Born on the seventeenth. His sister's beautiful. He has his father's eyes. And If you asked me if I love him. I'd lie." She stopped singing and looked at Alex.
"Horrible right?"
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Post by Alex Samuels on Mar 20, 2009 22:25:20 GMT -5
Alex's eyes were wide with shock.
"No, no! That was awesome! Just let me write that down really quick." Alex said, jotting down the lyrics.
"Ok, here's what we've got so far: I don't think passenger seat, has ever looked this good to me. He tells me about his night, I count the colors in his eyes. He'll never fall in love, he swears, as her runs his fingers through his hair. I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong. And I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke, I fake a smile. But I know all his favorite songs.
And I could tell you, his favorite color's green. He loves to argue. Born on the seventeenth. His sister's beautiful. He has his father's eyes. And If you asked me if I love him. I'd lie." Alex sang, while strumming each note of the song perfectly on her guitar.
"I like it!" She said, grinning.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 22:30:59 GMT -5
Rosalie smiled, and wondered if Alex too felt like all her emotions were getting out. She tore her gaze from her feet to Alex's face. She could faintly see tears in the other girl's eyes.
"Are you crying?" She asked, quietly. She dismissed it. It was an emotional song, and humans would most likely cry at it.
"Can I ask you something?" She asked, still looking at Alex.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Mar 20, 2009 22:37:50 GMT -5
"Sure." Alex said, glad Rosalie didn't talk anymore about Alex's tears.
She wondered what Rosalie wanted to ask her, and got lost in her thoughts.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 22:41:01 GMT -5
Rosalie drew in her breath.
"Do you think its wrong that, when I sang those lyrics, I thought about my brother. Not my twin, Edward." She said, her gaze on the ground once again.
"And the fact that he has a girlfriend, and I have a boyfriend adds in. Do you think its wrong?"
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Post by Alex Samuels on Mar 20, 2009 22:49:03 GMT -5
Alex took a deep breath. She really didn't know how to reply to that.
"Well, are you two blood related? If you're not, then it's not wrong. Your heart's just telling you what it feels. Don't go against it, go with it." Alex advised, strumming her guitar.
That always seemed to help her consentrate and think straight. She liked the feeling it gave her to play the guitar, and let out her emotions and feelings.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 22:53:41 GMT -5
"No, we're not blood related, but I always get the feeling he hates me. And a lot of others do too. I don't know why. So, I can't really follow my heart." She looked around.
"I thought about him when I was singing. I've never told anyone that I love him. Not even my sister." She said.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Mar 20, 2009 23:01:40 GMT -5
Alex just sat there, stunned.
Rosalie had just told her one of her biggest secrets, a secret that she hadn't even told her sister!
Great, don't I feel guilty right now. Alex thought, and sighed.
"Rosalie, I have something to tell you. But, you have to promise not to tell anyone." She said, setting down her guitar and facing Rosalie.
Am I really going to tell her my biggest secret?!? A secret I haven't even told my best friends?!? Alex asked herself, then took a deep breath.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 23:03:05 GMT -5
Rosalie looked at her.
"You don't have to tell me anything, if you don't want to." She said.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Mar 20, 2009 23:10:33 GMT -5
"No. I-I have to. You just told me a pretty big secret, that even your sister doesn't know about, and I have to tell you a secret that not even my best friends know about." Alex said, taking one last deep breath.
"Rosalie, Elizebeth, isn't my real mom, exactly." Alex paused,
"She's my foster mom. She has been ever since I was eight years old." She finished, then just sat there, waiting for Rosalie's reponse.
Alex didn't know how she would react, but she hoped it was pleasant.
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