Someday, I Suppose ;; (CLOSED)

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan laughed softly and nodded, "Fine, fine. Let's goooo." he whinned playfully, gently grabbing her hands, pulling her out of the cafeteria, leaving his broken up poptart there.

"Choir? You sing?" he asked, letting her hands go as they walked down the hallway. "I love gym." he laughed softly. "I don't know why." he shrugged slightly, looking down at her. "So um..." he said, biting his bottom lip softly, his rings sliding into his mouth half-way.

[Callie Flaherty]

Callie laughed, a bit surprised when Tristan grabbed her hands and pulled her along. Her blush deepened for a moment, and then she got a hold of herself. She half-glanced at the mess they'd left on the table, and decided, hey, she was a senior. Who cares. Callie walked alongside Tristan, glancing up at him from time to time as they walked, listening to him as he spoke. She was glad that he seemed a bit more comfortable around her now. Maybe they could be friends. Callie didn't have many of those.

You sing? Callie nodded. She was modest, yes, but even she had to admit that she was pretty talented when it came to singing. She was a pretty good soprano, but her true talents showed when it came to songs that she could really belt out. She was kind of loud, when she was really into a song, and often felt like she was over-powering the rest of the choir. Her voice teacher had told her more than once, that her voice is great, but she just needs to learn how to control her volume. "Yeah. I like singing," she said, shrugging. "Not too fond of the other people in the class, though," she said, humming a bit as she spaced out.

Callie snapped back into reality as Tristan seemed to be struggling to find something to say. She laughed quietly. "Sorry...I zone out sometimes," she said, shaking her head, bits of bright blue hair falling into her face. She glanced at the piercings that he had in his lips. Snake-bites, they were called. Callie always thought piercings were cool, hence the lip ring in directly in the middle of her bottom lip, and the several holes on each ear. "Got any other piercings?" Callie asked suddenly.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan giggled softly, looking at her blush. She looked down at the floor, as they walked on. "That's cool. I'm a really aweful singer. Everytime I sing, god kills a cat." he joked. "Yeah. I'm not too fond of other people either." he shrugged.

"It's fine." he laughed, looking down. "Um... tongue, twice, and... my nipples." he laughed nervously, looking from her face, to the ground again, nervous. He forgot to mension his gauged ears.

[Callie Flaherty]

Callie let out a laugh, tilting her head up a bit to smile at Tristan. "Don't be so hard on yourself," she said, punching him in the arm playfully. Some people were naturally gifted with singing, but anyone could be trained and conditioned to match pitches and develop their voice. At least that was Callie's thoughts on singing. She just happened to have been born with it. Still, her voice needed work. It was strong, but not your typical choir voice. Great for a rock band, yes, but not so much for a musical.

I'm not too fond of people either. Callie nodded sadly. Some people, like Tristan, for instance, were okay. Some were nice. For the most part, Callie didn't like people. Particularly the people who she went to school with. They were just...different than she was, and she didn't blend in like all the nice little cookie-cutter teenagers of the high school. She wore grungy clothing, pierced her body, dyed her hair strange colours and listened to punk music.

"Nipples? Damn, that must've hurt," Callie winced. She only had her ears, bellybutton, and lip pierced. She thought it was kind of cool, though. She couldn't help it. She just liked piercings. "Twice on the tongue?" she questioned. That was unique. A tongue-piercing wasn't that unusual, but twice was a bit more interesting. Callie smiled in approval of Tristan's choices for piercings. "Nice," she said, smiling at him.

((Sorry it took me so long to respond. I've been crazy busy lately.))

[Tristan Taylor]

"I'm not hard on myself!" Tristan laughed as the girl punched him. He whinned jokingly, looking back to her. "I sound like a tone deaf pig when I sing." he joked. He didn't notice how close he was walking beside her.

He looked down at her and smiled slightly. "Nawh. Not much. They look prett damn cool too." he nodded sliughtly. He nodded, "Yeah. I might try to get a third." he shrugged slightly, looking down at her still. He ended up getting hit by another kid. He pushed the kid away and continued to walk off with the girl. "Damn. People need to watch it." he joked, finally they arrived at the choir room. "Well.. hopefully I'll see you again, Callie." he said.

[Callie Flaherty]

Callie giggled slightly. "A deaf-tone pig, huh?" she repeated, nodding her head as they walked, holding her books tightly to her chest. It was a defense-mechanism of sorts. She wasn't nervous, but she didn't quite feel confident either, for reasons unknown to her. She glanced up at him, stealing a glimpse of those eyes once more. Damn, those eyes would be the death of her. A shade or two darker and they would match her hair.

Callie smiled. "I'll bet," she said, nodding in approval of his piercings once more. She still thought that getting your nipples pierced would hurt like hell, but props to Tristan for doing it anyway. Yeah. I might try to get a third. Callie nodded again. She was happy with her one lip ring, bellybutton ring, and her several earrings. Callie laughed quietly as she noticed Tristan bump into another kid while talking to her. She had to admit, she was a bit distracted herself.

Well, hopefully I'll see you again, Callie. Callie looked to her right, noticing that they were standing outside the chorus room. She nodded, not really wanting their walk to be over quite yet, but she also didn't feel like getting bitched at for being late. "Yeah...definitely," she said, flashing Tristan a smile. "English class," she said, her smile becoming a bit more toothy. She nodded, slowly backing her way through the door to the choir room.

[Alexandria Evans]

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