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I swear that I can go on forever again
Please let me know that my one bad day will end
I will go down as your lover, your friend
Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin

John boredly sat down on the sand, why the hell had his sister said to meet him here of all places. He was early and he knew his sister probably wouldn't come at all. She was like that, she'd make arrangements and forget them. But none the less John took a pew, flicking bits of sand at people passing by. Running a steady hand through his black hair, scruffing it up at the back. Stretching his long legs out in front of him, at 6 foot 2, he had alot of legs to go. He yawned as if all of this was too cool for him, fiddling with his hands. Pulling his iPod out of his grey skinny jeans and plugging it in. Blasting out the Pink Spiders. It was probably loud enough for the person two metres away to hear every lyric sung.

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Gitsi Costa couldn’t believe how ignorant she had been about beaches.

The sun beat down on her pallid skin as she ploughed through the shallow layers of golden sand, her fiery gaze transfixed on the oceanic sea. Being born in a market town in the middle of England, she had rarely seen so much beauty in the more tranquil places of the world. Indeed, after arriving in California, Gitsi had been so intent on her education and her life that she had forgotten to take the time and admire the scenery.

Gitsi tilted her head to the side, watching the wave’s crash and smash into each other, a rather innocent and pure expression on her face. Indeed, a rare smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she stood, as if her breath had been taken away.

An automatic tug was at the close knot of her heart, and her facial features turned rather sad and sullen. It was time like these when she wished that life wasn’t so crap, and that people could have the time look up from their self-pity and gaze at something as whole as this.

She sat down amongst the sand, not moving for ages as she simply watched. Then came the music, loud, loud music that made her jump and send an angry glare over to the young man with scruffy black hair who sat two metres away from her. He was quite attractive, but that didn’t stop her from sending a murderous look over at him, knowing that if she spoke something he probably wouldn’t ever hear.

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John saw a girl wandering a long, but he was an ignorant bugger. You would have to take the iPod off him before he would do anything. He simply smirked when he got a look from her, not letting himself to turn it down and knowing she couldn't say anything because of the simple fact he couldn't hear her. He just laughed to himself and pulled out his phone as it vibrated. Yep it was as he thought. Bee had forgotten all about it and canceled on him. He loved his sister but jesus could she be a pain in his ass sometimes. A brief silence came onto his ears as the song finished, the iPod lying next to his hand, waiting for it's next command to play another song. John didn't play anything just yet, waiting to see if the girl said something and if she did THEN he would play a song.

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Jesus, it’s finally stopped.

A lot of Gitsi’s life was based on music, hell, she was a frackin singer. But that didn’t mean that she had to appreciate it when it wrecked beautiful and rare moments like this. Viridian gaze shimmering with annoyance, and a slight frown creasing her brow, she twisted her head towards the boy, noticing an annoying smirk on his face. Her blood boiled suddenly, but she heaved in a deep breath and tried to think of a real snarky thing to say.

“Y’know, if you are going to play music, try some decent tunes.” She said casually, her thick English accent lacing her words, along with obvious sarcasm. Her various skull bracelets jangled as she moved her arm and slung it over her knees, and she clucked her tongue and leant her heads forwards slightly, keeping her eyes on him. “Because that’s just ponse music.” She declared, a now rather amused smirk outlining her lips, which were black from her lipstick.

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John laughed, shaking her head and taking a single earphone from his ear. "Yeah. And what would you call good music then? I bet your real hardcore with your music" he was beginning to find this rather fun. People who didn't know him, on their first impressions think he's a rather arrogant dickhead, but hey he's a hot arrogant dickhead. Well not all the time, he could be a right sweetie at some points, when he felt like it that is. Leaning back on his hands, raising a eyebrow at her. She was quite pretty, she lost the attitude and she'd be real nice.

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Gitsi arched an eyebrow and inclined her head, staring at the sky thoughtfully. She had a wide range of favourite, all types of rock, though she wasn’t particularly fond of screamer. She scratched her cheek with a delicate finger, taking a long moment to answer. Then she shrugged leisurely and glanced back at him.

“Rock I suppose, like stoner and all that shit.” She paused, “Some goth I like, like Paradise Lost and Lacuna Coil.”; Gitsi smiled, “Anything that’s good I suppose.”

It was amazing how a simple conversation made her much cheerier, but it was simply the topic: music; and psychiatry, but there weren’t many people who would discuss the delicate art of the implementation of fear or to psychoanalyze oneself. Sighing heavily, she glanced back at the boy, taking in his rather handsome appearance with much thought.

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John blinked a few times, it was amazing how all that attitude had been scraped away with a few words. He frowned, not realising how she did it but then decided almost instantly he liked her better now. "But come on, Velvet Underground, We Are Scientists, The Plain White T's, those are some amazing bands" he said, trying to argue back at her. He would be here all night trying to argue his point if she disagreed, music was his life and he did play drums, well he still does, if he ever finds the time. Watching the wind play around with the hair that fell in front of his eyes, patiently waiting for her answer. Knowing it would probably be some sort of snappy comeback.



OOC: Sorry if my posts suck, I'm watching Hocus Pocus ;D

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Gitsi couldn’t help but laugh sharply, a cocky grin plastered on her face.
“You seriously mean that?” She scoffed, a playful glint in her eyes, “Try Slipknot, Life of Agony and Queens of the Stone Age, they are Gods.” She sighed and rolled her eyes, “But you’ve probably never heard of them, so I’ll give you that. At least you aren’t into some crap like…” She thought for a moment, “Spice Girls.”

A shudder travelled down her spine and she hugged her knees to her chest.
“Great.” She muttered as she recollected the terrible moments of awful pop music being blasted into her ears. Shaking them away with an idle movement of her head, she turned her stare back to the sea, not knowing what to really say anymore.

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"Spice girls are immense" John said with a straight face before spluttering with laughter. "No I like bands where I can actually here the lyrics and people are fucking screaming constantly" staring at her. She'd turned away, he frowned wondering if he'd lost her attention. He sighed gently and closed his eyes for a second before springing them back open, his emerald eyes glowing brightly. Trying to think of something to do so he didn't look as if he was constantly waiting for an answer from her. Fiddling around with his headphones, pulling the other plug from his ear and placing the headphones in his jean's pocket. Playing around with his iPod settings.

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She sent him an amused glance, aware that there was a deathly awkward silence spreading in between them. Normally, Gitsi would have preferred that and would have basked in it, but this boy intrigued her. Chewing her lip, she flicked some dark strands from her eyes and turned once more back to him, her hand playing with some sand, the tiny golden grains searing hot on her cool palm.

“My name’s Gitsi Costa.” She said abruptly, wondering whether or not he had heard of her and her singing career. She doubted it, she hadn’t gotten as big as her father just yet. The boy seemed only a few years younger than her, and he was interesting to say the least. “You?”

And in normal situations, she wouldn't have asked his name, neither given hers out, especially since she lived in the back streets of California, where all the drug addicts and pot heads were. Not that Gitsi was entirely innocent herself as she dipped her hand in her pocket and felt her depressent pills with her finger tips. She shuddered, but hid it well, a skill perfected over her years.

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"Uh John. John Sedgwick. Just don't call me John unless you really have too. Most people make up their own nick names for me, so feel free" John mumbled, laughing slightly then narrowing his eyes "How old are you then?" he asked, knowing it was a rude question to ask but hey he was a rude boy and he wanted to know. She was pretty and looked around the same age as him, maybe a year or two older. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, making him look like a three year old wanting to go to bed, whining slightly as he stretched out before sitting back in the position he was before.

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Gitsi raised a slender eyebrow at his rather forward question, but she didn’t spend much time pondering on it, he was rather cute.
“Just turned twenty four.” She smirked, scratching the back of her neck. Her smile widened when he rubbed his eyes, it reminded her or a little kid, or a cat or something of the like.

She fiddled with the straps of her jet black boots, something she always did, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle. Her long fingers were always itching for some kind of movement, whether it was simply twirling her hair or messing with the zip on her bag. She glanced at her fingernails, which were painted black and green, her favourite colours.

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"Your a right fidget butt aren't you. You can't sit still" John shook his head, pretending to act dissappointed with her. She didn't ask his age so he wasn't giving it out, crunching his knuckles. One of his own nervous habits. This was getting slightly awkward now. Was she gonna leave? Was she gonna go? Was she gonna ask for his number? Or would they simply part? Would he see her again? Questions were racing through his mind and he tried to calm them, reassure himself that none of that would happen. He looked up at her from under his hair, scruffing up the back again. His black hair in little dandelion fluff tufts, making him look more like a three year old

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”Sorry Mum.” Gitsi stuck her tongue playfully out at him, then she smirked as he crunched his knuckles, almost… nervously? She looked puzzled for a moment, the pale skin on her face glowing in the afternoon sun.

“Oh shit, sorry mate. How old are you?” She asked rather meekly, completely forgetting to ask him. She noted with some interest that there was a rather awkward tension in the air between them. Gitsi smiled wryly at him,
“I’m not really known for being the local conversationalist, you have to excuse me.” She placed a hand over her heart in some form of fake apology, her eyes shimmering with a slight mischievousness. Her plans had to take a quick trip to check out the beach, but she found herself completely submerged in this rather unique talk.

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"Baha. You have to guess" John smirked, he loved to play games. Woah jesus he was a three year old. He laughed at her "Nah I'm not too great with the old conversation myself. We aren't exactly pals" he joked, moving slightly forward, closer to her. So he didn't have to make his voice as loud he told himself, yeah sure like that was the real reason, more like he wanted to move and be closer to her. Keeping the excuse in his head in case she asked wat the hell he was doing.