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Post by Jordin Ames on Jun 30, 2007 3:24:24 GMT -6
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Post by Adrian Mitchell on Jun 2, 2008 0:03:02 GMT -6
 ADRIAN MITCHELL"this years love it better last,
heaven knows it's high time,
i've been waiting on my own, too long."
[/font] 10TH FEBRUARY, 5.35PM[/font] -----------------[/center] Adrian paced up and down the pier, fumbling with the cell phone in his hands, no for once in his life he wasn't so off his face that he couldn't work out how to use the damned thing, but he was nervous like butterflies in his stomach he was about to go vomit over the edge in the water nervous. It was falling on dusk and all the shops that lined the pier where closing up, people where all heading home but Adrian remained now seated on the top railing his scruffy brown hair falling in his face as he watched the last vendor close his doors and leave for the day. Letting out a small sigh he flipped open his phone and dialed Jordins number, he hadn't spoken to her since the party, sicne Tito fucked everything up, he had tried to tell her what happened she just wouldn't listen to him, wouldn't let him explain that he had nothing to do with whatever the hell Tito had going on in his mind. He had been pissed off at first, that Jordin would even think that he would do something to deliberatly hurt her for his benefit, but it made sense. Adrian didn't exactly have the best track record, and with friends like Jude and Parker you would think that he wasn't all their in the head, which was true. Stupid stoner boy with no future.
W[/color]ith the phone pressed against his ear, he waited for her to answer she would most probably hang up on him like she had done last time, but then he would ring again and again until she finally agreed to meet him at the pier. It seemed to have all started at the pier, cotillion night which seemed like forever ago now. He had been down there to meet a dealer only to find her there on her own, after that asshole Joey Adams used her to get back at Amanda, they had talked and then she had confessed her feelings for Parker. That had been a bad blow, but that ship had sailed, then there was the masquerade a night that was still blurry to Adrian, he had woken up beside her. T[/color]he phone rung out and Adrian was met with Jordin's voice mail, his breath catching in his throat he coughed and attempted to splutter out a half decent message to her "Hey Jordin it's me....uh Adrian, just, just listen ok." his voice was pleading as he hopped of the railing and started to pace up and down the pier. "I just need you to meet me at the pier, I'm here already..." he drew in a sharp breath and run a hand through his hair before finishing "I need to explain everything to you, I fucked up and I'm, I just got to show you something ok...so can you meet me, please? I'll be waiting here near the little souvenir shop that the weird asian guy owns....I miss you" Hanging up the phone he placed it back in his pocket retrieving the harmonica he had spent the past few weeks learning to play, much to the amusment of his buddies. He just hoped she would come, he would understand if she didn't though he just needed to get everything of his chest. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by Jordin Ames on Jun 4, 2008 0:23:44 GMT -6
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