Post by noah scott on Jul 7, 2009 23:02:18 GMT -5
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Noah usually hated the summer. He’d have nothing to do but take Jenny to Tae Kwon Do, watch her beat the shit out of a piece of wood, take her to the park, and then go home. Occasionally he’d hit up a few parties or hang out with friends, but the majority of his days were spent at home, trolling the interwebs or watching bad ‘80s movies on VH1. He’d even had to resort to watching the crappy Lifetime movies that were meant for girls on their periods. Noah wasn’t sure, but the last time he’d checked, he wasn’t a girl… or a menstruating one, for that matter. The two glorious months of summer vacation teenagers got was not supposed to be spent mimicking the actions of a moody female whose uterus was falling out.[/b] I'm sorry this took so long and is sooo short. I hate starting. :c
Today Noah had realized that he had to do something about this. So he did what any sensible teenager would do in his situation – he went online. Okay, so ‘any sensible teenager’ probably would have called a friend to hang out, or would take up a hobby, or go for a walk – no, not Noah. He didn’t see a reason to do any of those things when you had teh interwebz. After creeping on Facebook and playing a few stupid online games like Bejeweled and Chain Rxn, he’d decided to go on IM. Someone had to be on. If no one was on, he’d feel like a complete and total loser.
Lo and behold, someone other than himself was sitting at his or her computer on this fine Saturday afternoon. That someone was Elle Zelenski, a nineteen-year-old who wanted to work in an art museum when she graduated from college. At first, Noah had found that a bit – what young person wanted to work in a museum of all places? Then she’d explained, though, and then it had all made sense. She liked art history, and she liked chemistry, so she wanted to restore art for a living. Personally, Noah found that pretty frikkin’ cool. He honestly couldn’t say he’d met one person who had so specific of a career choice in mind, or one so… different from the norm. Most of his friends wanted to be actors, or lawyers, or doctors. A few of his party buddies wanted to be ‘Professional Potheads’. Elle had something really realistic in mind, though, and it fit her interests to a tee.
After talking for awhile, they’d agreed to meet up at the park. Neither of them had anything better to do, and Noah was actually pretty excited to meet this girl. She seemed… different, like an old soul trapped in a young body. He loved people like that. Noah was all for having fun and games, but sometimes he just needed someone to talk to him maturely. A lot of his friends weren’t like that – they were either ‘party, party, party’ all the time or had a Peter Pan mentality. With Elle, though, he’d actually found himself talking about – dare he say – intellectual topics. It was a refreshing change.
Entering the park, Noah smiled. He hated summer, there was no way around that, but being in Pittsburgh rather than Brighton made it a bit more… bearable. Pittsburgh had nice weather; at times it could get a bit hot, but today it was cool and breezy, which Noah liked. Around this time of year, Brighton was rainy and dreary. Actually, Brighton was rainy and dreary the majority of the year. It was a bit annoying. All Noah could see today was sunshine, but not the annoying kind that baked heat into the earth. It was a pleasant, light sunshine, accompanied by slight winds and a few clouds. It was altogether a very nice day, and Noah appreciated that.
He wasn’t quite sure how this situation was going to work itself out, though. He and Elle had agreed to meet in the park, but he had no idea where in the park they were going to meet. For a park, it was pretty spacious, and he wasn’t aware of whether she was actually here or not. Taking a few steps deeper into the park, he stopped and plopped down on a bench. If she didn’t get here in ten minutes, he could always pick himself up and go see if she was further in.
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tags[/b] elle zelenski
word count[/b] 725... I am a failure.
outfit[/b] this. but without the jacket. xD
location[/b] highland park
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