cosmiclove?! renny

[dylan]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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Light glowed from the parking lot's lamp post as Dylan parked his hand-me-down volvo. He couldn't believe his luck with how he and Renny were hitting it off. She was just so upbeat. From the first day he met her at school, he found her company addictive. It made up for the not so great introduction to a few of the teachers he'd have to deal with for the rest of the year. But all that put aside, what he thought would be very hard to adapt back into student life in another snotty school turned out to be much easier. He met Toby who was fun but definitely lacked any back bone. Which is annoying to always feel as if your buddy is so fragile. Ren was the one who made him want to get up in the morning to go to school. To see her walk past in the hallway or pass random notes to her during class.

The fact that they had a friendship worried him. It was going too well between them. He was ready any day now for him to say something stupid and she'd get offended- that was usual his experience with girls. He's only had two girlfriends in the past, one in the fourth grade when everyone got together and broke up on the same day then one girl who broke up with him not too long before he blew it with his parents. But even if he was expected to hit a wall soon, he didn't want to slow down the momentum. He was going for it. Life's too short to sit around wondering what could have been.

Besides, something felt right about Ren. As nervous as he felt around her, he felt excited and ready to show off. It was pure impulse that he asked her out to 'educate' him on disney movies. He didn't really care about them but if they lured her to blockbuster to meet him, he had nothing against the childrens movies. The boy walked to the blockbuster situated right besides the Atlantic Mall. He waited outside for her, secretly frantic in thoughts. Did he look okay? His breath was fine, he didn't smell of dog... no boogers, no untied shoe laces to embarass him with a fall... Okay, just chill out.

Maybe this was a mistake after all his gut feelings have steered him wrong before many times. Maybe his conscious was secretly plotting against him. Maybe, he thought in sarcasm to himsef, I'm crazy paranoid. Jeeze.

Did he want to smoke a cigarette to appear cool to her when she walked up? Yeah, it may help calm him too! He quickly lit a cigarette, enjoying it's nicotine heat in his lungs to contrast the winter air. He was glad for something to do with his hands as well. If only he rode up in the motorcycle of his dreams instead of his volvo. That would really impress her. As he took the first few drags, fearful doubts ensued. He wondered what he was setting himself up for by pursuing a closer friendship with Ren.

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TAG - renny!
WORDS - 515 words
NOTES - =D i'm excited!
LYRIC - ryan adams

[serenity alison reed]

oh, i’m addicted
as i want to be

Click. Serenity smiled to herself as she signed out of the instant messenger. What had been looking like a boring, lonely night in with the dorm all to herself had suddenly gotten at least slightly more interesting. Maybe taking a trip to Blockbuster to help someone pick out movies wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world, but quite frankly, the fact that it was to help Dylan pick out movies more than made up for it. Not that she was likely to admit that to anyone but herself, of course. Over the years, Serenity had become an expert in knowing what thoughts to keep to herself, and this was certainly one of them, for various reasons.

But she didn’t have time to think about those particular thoughts right this very minute. She had to get ready. Well, she probably could just go as she was, but…she didn’t like going out in public looking like a bum. Yeah, that was it. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone; she just held her own appearances to a certain standard and was doing this for herself.

Damn, she was horrible at making excuses.

No matter whom she was making herself look better for, she did so quickly (Why had she been so stupid as to only give herself fifteen minutes?); she was out of the dorm within five minutes, pulling her hair back as she walked. Luckily, Blockbuster wasn’t too terribly far away from Eisley, and if she could catch a cab fairly quickly, she could probably make it within a reasonable proximity to the deadline she had established for herself—if traffic wasn’t too bad. But since that was virtually impossible, Serenity counted on being at least a few minutes late and sent Dylan a text telling him this so that he wouldn’t think she had stood him up or that she got abducted by aliens or something, both of which were, honestly, equally unlikely.

As she hailed a taxi, slid in, and told the driver where she wanted to go, Serenity’s thoughts drifted to those dangerous ones she hadn’t allowed herself to think of before. She wasn’t entirely sure how she felt. On the one hand, she felt completely comfortable around Dylan—even more comfortable than she felt around some of her best friends like Spencer, whom Serenity had to watch her words around since her roommate seemed to be moodier than a menopausal woman sometimes and Kaitlin, who would probably murder Serenity with her bare hands if she knew that Ren worried so much about the freshman straining herself and getting sick again. It was nice to be able to say what she meant and not worry constantly when she was with someone. And he was fun to talk to, and he was smart, and—well, she could probably go on for ages about all of this. She probably—no, definitely—liked him. Or, as the middle school-aged child would say, she like-liked him.

But on the other hand, she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to do anything about that. Last time she had even vaguely mentioned she might like someone, it was when she (drunkenly) admitted that she liked Brad, and nobody let that go for a long, long time. Not to mention it made her feel as though things were awkward between the two of them because she was too mortified to bring up the topic again. And even if the topic had been brought up, she wasn’t sure that it would have reached the logical conclusion of them dating—which was the second problem in her current situation as well. She wasn’t ready to move on yet, as stupid as it sounded. If anyone back home knew that she still clung to the vague, desperate hope that she and Tyson might someday get back together, they would probably stick her in counseling. And that wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

That probably wasn’t anything she really had to worry about, Serenity reflected as the cabbie pulled over next to the Atlantic Mall. After all, she had been making the assumption that Dylan liked her in the same way, which probably wasn’t true. They hadn’t even really known each other for that long, and it was probably only Serenity who was even worrying about whether or not anything would change between the two of them.

She paid the cabbie, thanked him, and got out, backtracking somewhat to get to Blockbuster. It didn’t take her long to spot Dylan, despite the fact that he was surrounded by a small cloud of cigarette smoke. The familiar nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach appeared as it always did when she was around him—but it was a good nervous feeling, for the most part—and she smiled almost involuntarily. “Hello there, Mr. Chimney,” she teased as she approached him, gesturing to the smoke and cigarette. It didn’t really bother her; considering the kinds of things her younger brother had been into when she still lived at home, a harmless cigarette was a welcome change.

“Oh, and sorry it’s been like…twenty-five, thirty minutes instead of fifteen. Apparently there’s this thing called traffic in New York City,” she added with a grin. Her sarcasm probably would have been more impressive if she could just stop grinning like an idiot, but that was rather impossible at the moment. It also seemed rather impossible for her to stop rambling like an idiot as well. “Anyways, I hope you’re ready to spend a good bit of time studying G-rated cartoons, because if you’re only getting one movie, I’m going to have to do a lot of work to make sure we pick the best one!” And also that would mean spending more time with him, but of course she couldn’t add that.

tagged: dylan!
words: 960
lyrics: “i’m addicted” – goo goo dolls
notes: i am too picky to make/find good graphics right now, hehe.

[dylan]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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As he waited in the cold night, he reviewed their IM conversation in his mind. Was the invitation reasonable and normal? I mean, checking out disney movies isn't exactly exciting and it's very easy to act excited behind a computer screen. What is she was the kind of girl who couldn't say 'no' and was only humoring him? That wasn't a far stretch. Just how common are guys who spend their time facing dull outings for the sake of not hurting anyone's feelings. You see them on television but he felt his generation too blunt to have many people like that.

He remembered how he used to be such a slave to obligation after obligation. Parents sticking tennis lessons, piano lessons, boating lessons, soccer lessons, and every other extracurricular activity that would busy each afternoon of the week. Then endless chores to clean the house then freedom but unless it was the weekend, you had homework and piano practicing to attend to. And if it was the weekend you could eagerly have the time of your life at 'approved' friend's homes until curfew at eight thirty.

No wonder he called the suicide hotline- though that was in the midst of his 'revolution' to freedom. It's odd how it did kill the old ways and bring new life. He tried everything to piss his parents off and all it took was a phone call and some vomit in the toilet? Though he knew it was all in the snowballing and escalation of each rebellious thing he did that brought his parents to their last straw. It scared them like it scared him then, but looking back on it now- it was so unreal. What was real was right now, he was standing waiting for a girl to show up. Please show up Ren.

He had been in such a rush to get over here, that he wished he spent more time with wardrobe or something- despite how that was such a girly thought. No, he was fine... Getting here in decent time through new york city's unbelievable traffic was better than arriving fashionably late. He looked at himself in the window reflection. Jeans, long sleeve shirt and heavy jacket. Dark tennis shoes. Simple, casual... anything more would've made things weird. This was, after all, an outing shopping disney movies! Renny must know that, she was the one to schedule it in fifteen minutes after all. Was that her rushing to meet him or rushing to get the whole thing over with? It would be nice to know so he quit wasting time wondering what she was really thinking at the moment.

A few minutes passed. The insane thought came that Renny could very well be standing up. She wasn't an overly sweet girl but a cruel bitch. Great job, you sure know how to pick 'em Dylan! He halted the train of thoughts. He really needed to develop a new habit, expecting the better of people and less paranoid. Tossing away his first cigarette, he checked his cell phone from his pocket. A text message from Renny letting him know she'd be a few minutes late. Okay, so maybe she hadn't stood him up. Or maybe she did. Maybe the text was meant to be further antagonizing to make him wait longer than he would without receiving a text.

Well... if he was going to wait he needed another cigarette. He was more than willing to wait for her however long it takes, as long as she was coming. It wasn't that he had nothing to do, he rarely stuck around to be anxiously waiting for someone... Oh, a joint would be so great right now. Or even a drink. Anything to wipe away the nerves which wasn't being helped with the freezing air. He usually loved the cold but it was betraying him tonight. He retreated to his car parked under a light post. The car clicked open and he reached in to find another pack of cigarette. The car lights illuminated the inside of the console but he found no cigarette packs inside. Damn. Wait, he may have one under the seat. Shuffling through his advanced biology book, current issue of 'Under The Radar' and it's free sample CD, and an bag of m&ms, he found a partially empty pack of Marlboro's Reds.

He lit it with the small flame of his lighter then tossed the pack back inside. He shut the door and locked it, tucked away his lighter to his pockets. His lungs inhaled another smokey wisp of nicotine warmth. Bring some calm, he proposed to the cigarette. Walking back, he avoided some of the light traffic coming through. Light puffs of smoke from his cancer stick trailed along with him like crumbs trailing to a candy house. He arrived back to his original post in front of the two doors leading inside the blockbuster. Bored of just staring out at a parking lot- he realized he had no idea if she had a car or what it would look like.

Instead, he observed the posters plastered on the large clear windows. Colorful, star war's themed Family Guy's 'Something, Something, Something Dark Side' sat besides 'Taking Woodstock' and then 'The Hangover' poster. 'Hello there, Mr. Chimney,' said a sweet teasing voice. He smiled back at her, instantly realizing why he was so willing to wait for her. She was so pretty. He did it, he got her here to meet him! She was smiling widely. It reassured him that maybe she was humoring him, that she did like hanging around him. Hopefully...

Hell, she delivered sarcasm with a smile. He liked that about her. Anyone with a contagious smile had an addictive company. "It's all right! Anything to get away from the shedding monsters back home." God! Could he please stop talking about those dogs? She must be over it by now- it wasn't that much of an exciting topic. Might as well talk about the weather. With anyone else, he would've frowned- betraying his thoughts. Instead he persevered, smiling to match her upbeat attitude. Remember, how it's contagious?

"I don't know... I'm having second thoughts. What about the incredibles or..." he looked back to the window's posters. "Family Guy's something something something dark side..." Oh boy, lame much? He was teasing her of course, he was following her lead and if she to influence disney classics on him then who was he to argue? Exactly...! He took a last drag and dropped away the cigarette. "After you great mentor." he opened the door for her. Relieved to embrace blockbuster's heated room temperature.

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TAG - renny!
WORDS - 1097 words
NOTES -
LYRIC - ryan adams