and it all comes down to you
My playlist is all over the place today. I just skipped through like 10 songs and the one that caught my earball was Pearl Jam (Even Flow). I says to myself, "really? this is really what you want?" and myself says, yep. So here I sit, looking up lyrics to Even Flow then realizing they're oddly appropriate.
I'm trying this new journal thing to get my brainbox juices flowing. Typing out a blurb of what pops in my head when I listen to a song.
Crazy For this Girl; Evan & Jarron
Two girls at the car wash. She pulls up and rolls the window down because the jocks two bays over have their R&B turned up too loud. The blonde girl walks up to the window and leans in, feeling a blast of cold hair and cigarette smoke blow her hair back.
"Hey, lemme hit that," she said, reaching in to take the cigarette. The brown haired girl's heart started pumping as the blonde curls brushed against her cheek. She has no idea, the brown haired girl thought with a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. And even if she did, she'd prolly stop hanging out with me and that would suck. I don't know how she hasn't figured it out yet though. I'm crazy for this girl...
think i need a devil to help me get things right.
spring got my crooked side feeling all twitterpated, that's why I started writing that ww2 story; I'm trying to work through it lol
worth of journal playlists in my Spotify account?
Today's Finch affirmation:: "I bring sunshine wherever I go." HAH that's awesome.
Fuck, I'm lonely. It's just me, myself, and I...
But it's my fault. I know I shouldn't drunk text her, but I'm going to anyway. Fingers numbed with whisky dug through the giant shoulder bag until they found the square flip phone. Her thumb ran over the familiar ridge of the button on the front. She nudged the lid open with her thumb and blinked bleary eyes at the brightness. Scroll, scroll, scroll. There's Her name. The brown haired girl blinked dramatically, her bleary eyes struggling to focus. She typed,
"You got me sayin fuck, I'm lonely. I miss those nights when you would come over. What you up to tonight?" Send. She felt the button softly click under her finger. She snapped the phone shut and dropped it in her bag. Oh shit what did I just do.
"Well fuck," the brown haired girl said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Pushing open the lid she looked inside distractedly, making a face when she saw there were only a few left. The lighter flicked and the flame sprung to life. The cigarette paper made a soft crunchy sigh as the fire touched it and as the brown haired girl sucked on the filter the end of the cigarette glowed brighter. She should probably get up and mingle a little, she was starting to get sleepy sitting in one place too long and she didn't want to pass out at this party. She was in a part of town she wasn't overly familiar with and the people she had came with were mostly using her for a ride, so she couldn't count on them to help her get home. She looked at her watch, 11:57pm. Damn, she had to be home at 1:00 for curfew and really wanted some tacos.
The brown haired girl decided to make one more lap through the party to finish her beer then she'd leave. She wove her way between groups of people and realized she was running out of people to talk to and the buzz was starting to make her sleepy. She leaned against the wall for a minute to let her eyes roam the room, looking for the girls she'd arrived with. No where to be found.
"Peace out girl scouts," she mumbled to the room in general, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone as she dug in the bag for her keys. She made her way through the back door into the dark night sky, dotted with stars and the brisk air hit her. The quiet outside was jarring compared to the chaos in the house. The Halloween costume she was wearing was getting uncomfortable and the layers of tights and fishnets were making her legs itch. She stumbled her way down the long driveway and, shivering, fumbled her key into the lock. Once in the car she let out a sigh of satisfaction and after turning over the ignition she shimmied out of the layers of tights and slipped into a pair of sneakers. She pulled the car blanket from the passenger seat to wrap herself in while the car warmed up.
As the car idled loudly she flipped down the sun visor and sorted through her CDs. After selecting a scratched up burned CD with the title STUPID TITLE I USED ONCE written on it in sharpie. She popped open the lid of the CD player and swapped the ALBUM for the burned one. The lid closed and the brown haired girl pushed play. The number flickered on the screen then died. UGH, the brown haired girl exclaimed. She expertly popped the lid battery lid off the back of the CD player and removed the AA batteries. She rubbed them quickly between her hands to warm them up so they would work. After about a minute she re-inserted the batteries and pushed the tape adaptor into the deck. The stereo blared on SONGLYRICS and the girl smiled with satisfaction. As she reached for the gearshift she felt her phone buzz.
She grabbed at it, fumbling the thing between the seats. She sighed resignedly and rolled her eyes, scooting her seat all the way up to grope blindly for the fucking thing. She flipped open the phone.
"Leaving That Boy's party now to make curfew, what're you doin?"
The brown haired girl smiled, trying not to get her hopes up and telling the bubbles in her stomach to calm down.
"Headed to Taco Ding Dong from Football Player's party then home. You should come to my house and eat some with me lol."
"Oh that sounds good, I bet my mom would let me stay at her house if I called her now. I'll call you in a few minutes."
The brown haired girl felt her heart pounding in her chest. She knew better than to expect anything. This was her best friend, after all. They'd never been anything more than that... except for those times that they were. Which always happened when they'd been drinking. She sighed again and reached for her cigarette before putting the car into reverse and turning the stereo up.
courtesy; murder.by.death/fleetwood.mac/evan&jarron./foo.fighters/bilmuri/stand.atlantic/
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