* - - not enough, yet too much time } phinny

[Melody Dallas]

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& BOREDOM STARTS TO SET
I TRY SO HARD, IT'S ALL I GET
( I think I've reached the end of the line )

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“God, I wish it would rain here,” Melody mumbled, staring out a large window in the living room, watching the wispy tendrils of cotton cirrus clouds stretch across the winter sky. It was always sunny, with no real distinct seasons, and though it was cold outside, when one stepped into the sun, it almost immediately warmed his or her skin and clothes, a subtle warmth that grew and spread along ones back so quickly that one was hot and cold at once, a feeling not often experienced. Even inside the house through this window she could feel that sun, but instead of basking in it, she grabbed the blinds and yanked them shut. This was nothing much different than the California weather she grew up in, but she had hated it there, too.

She hummed a tune, something from some unwritten song yet to breathe any life, and raked her fingers through long, dark locks. It was a boring day, around two in the afternoon, and she had only been awake for maybe two hours, which was early for her to be up after a late show like the night before. Her ears rang slightly; though, she was long used to this after years of performing, the loud speakers and the roaring fans burning out her eardrums night after night. However, it was the silence of the empty house that made the subtle ring a blaring siren in her ears. She hated silence.

“Phin, where are you?” she uttered to the hushed walls, which watched her with the empty eyes of the other windows in the room. Patches of daylight from that constant sun splayed on the floor and dust particles swirled in the beams; she wondered how long it had been since a family had occupied this home. Must have been long enough, with the amount of dust in this place, she thought to herself, running and finger along a recently polished mahogany desk. On a shelf above the desk sat a stereo system and two speakers, and she lazily pressed the play button, without bothering to check whatever CD was inside the thing. Very loudly out of the speakers blasted a Kill the Lights song, and she shrugged and left the disc playing, as the ringing quickly faded and disappeared.

“Oh, Phinny, I am getting so very bored, you should come home…” she sang obnoxiously, flopping down on the large L-shaped couch and twisting around, situating herself so that her feet hung over the back and her head hung off the cushion, upside-down; this was a terrible habit she had adopted from the time she was young and ruined many of her parents’ couches. Phin said he’d be back at the house at about 1:30; what he was doing she didn’t know, but it was now after two and she was getting bored. He wasn’t always on time, of course, easily distracted and somewhat absent-minded, and she was patient, but there was nothing to do in this house and she didn’t want to go out because she told him she’d be here. Odds are, she’d go out looking for him and he’d arrive about five minutes after she left. She had terrible luck, and she didn’t want to push it.

Mel let the blood rush uncomfortably to her head, examining the plush carpet that was now inches from her face. It was thick and luxurious, something she had figured out early when they moved in, since she spent so much time in her bare feet. Even now she wasn’t wearing socks or shoes, which didn’t look entirely out of place with the torn-up black sweat pants and orange tank top she was still wearing from when she woke up. Mel was pretty lazy, and if she didn’t plan on going anywhere when she woke up, she only really took time to out on her signature smoky makeup. It was routine, and she felt naked without it. Her long hair was messily clipped to the back of her head, with wisps falling out randomly around her face.

She mouthed the words to the song that was now blasting over the speakers, glancing at the foyer. Though she couldn’t see the door from where she sat, she could see the patches of light from the windows around the door on the tiled floor of the corridor. She watched for a shadow to pass across them and listened for the clicking of the front door.

WORDS,, seven hundred fourty-four
TAGGED,, phineas !
OUTFIT,, * - - CLICKeh
MUSIC,, 21 guns, green day
NOTES,, guh terribleness.
TEMPLATE,, by me. :]

[Phineas Andrew Lee]

DO YOU EVER SIT AND WONDER IT‘S SO STRANGE THAT
we could be together for so long and never know,
NEVER CARE WHAT GOES ON IN THE OTHER ONES HEAD.

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Today was going to be a good day for Phineas Andrew Lee. He just knew it. It was halfway through the day already, and nothing had gone wrong yet. Which was saying an exponential amount because normally numerous things went wrong by that point in the day, whether it was rain or bad weather or just some kind of havoc that was the result of Phin‘s thoughtlessness. But nothing had happened. The weather was absolutely brilliant. The sun was out and shining brightly, and the temperature was just divine. And Phin couldn’t have possibly done anything to screw the day up. There was just something in the air that was electric and it was just making him feel absolutely invincible. Phin wasn’t quite sure what it was about the day that was making it undeniably awesome, but he had a pretty good idea. It was marijuana day! No it wasn’t 4/20 or anything epic like that, but it was the one day that occurred every week where Phin met up with his dealer and conducted his weekly business. It wasn’t quite as shady as it sounded. Actually for a drug deal, it was actually pretty innocent. Somehow Phineas managed to find the one marijuana dealer in the world that was really easy going about everything. He didn’t demand money right away, when you had it you had it and Phin was his most loyal customer. Because when you needed to buy some weed every week and found somebody that was as awesome as that why would you take your business anywhere else? Better yet, why would you even want to?

Their deals were always conducted at the local skate park in broad daylight. Because no matter how radical and easy-going his dealer was, Phin wasn’t about to meet anybody in a dark alleyway. Now, Phin was obviously not a genius in any way shape or form, but he did know a few vital things for survival and that just happened to be one of them. So when Phin had rolled out of bed at noon that day he had immediately gotten dressed and devoured his breakfast within twenty minutes. He made sure to tell Mel that he was going to be gone for a while because it was pretty much in the job description of your best friend to panic if they thought you were somewhere and then it turned out you weren’t. He told her what time he’d probably be back, grabbed his skateboard from it’s rightful place by the door and set out. After a few minutes he arrived at the skate park and immediately started to look around in search of his dealer. He was quite early so he didn’t really expect the man to be there. So instead of sitting around like a bum, Phin decided he’d skateboard for a while in an attempt to pass the time.

An hour passed before Phin’s dealer arrived, and the man was definitely late, not that it really bothered Phineas at all. The exchange took a matter of seconds and with a nod and a grin Phin was on his way home once again; but this time with a pocketful hardcore grade A stuff. As he rolled down the street towards the Containment house, the wind blew through his hair and rushed past his ears. He actually started to lose track of the world around him. Well at least until the brightly colored wheel of his skateboard got caught on a bump. The skateboard stopped and Phin lurched forward abruptly. The boys skinny form fell to the ground and he outstretched a hand in an attempt to catch himself. A groan passed by his lips and he pulled himself up so he was standing again. “Fuck my lifeeeeee.” Phin brushed the small pebbles and dirt away from his clothing and examined the damage on his hand. There was a serious scrape on his hand, and he could tell from the pain in his chin that there was a scrape there too. Fortunately he was only a couple of feet from the house anyway, so using his less scraped up hand he scooped up his skateboard and dragged himself towards the house. Phin pulled open the door and stepped inside, dropping his skateboard to the floor again. “MELLLLLLLLL. I NEED SOME BAND-AIDSSSSSSSS.”

[/b][/color] mel !
outfit: clickeh!
lyric credit: you don't know me - ben folds.
word count: seven hundred and thirty eight !
notes: grnmjeiosahneriohe! sorry this post took me a couple days. D: BUT I GOT IT =D[/ul][/size]