10 reasons to date a band geek:

1. We're good with our hands.

2. We can tongue real hard.

3. We know a lot of different fingerings and positions.

4. We have developed big lungs, so we can blow for long periods of time.

5. Our lips are used to sucking for hours on end.

6. Blowing is music to our ears.

7. We can play intruments from BIG to SMALL, so no one is left out.

8. It doesn't take us long to get the "air" flowing.

9. We practice almost everday, so our routine is perfect.

10. We know how to please the crowd


18 Reasons to date an actress:

• we practice until its perfect
• we're used to role playing
• we work well in big groups of people
• we're trained how to scream loudly
• we're used to performing in front of large audiences
• we're used to adding to the scene
• we love to use our props
• we work for the pleasure of others
• we do it on cue
• after a brief intermission we're ready to go at it again
• we always wear our costumes
• we're used to quick changes
• we work onstage and Backstage
• we know how to put on a GREAT show!!!
• we do it on the spot
• we may take hours to get ready but in the end its all worth it
• we can stay in one position for hours and still make it enjoyable
• our mouths know just how to move
• we can make you stand up and scream for more at the end

10 reasons to date a bowler:
1. We work well w/ multiple balls
2. We know how to hit it hard
3. We always come in at the right angle
4. We know how to pick it up
5. We take a fast approach
6. We know how to bend & stay balanced
7. We like it oily
8. If not oily we know how to work it dry
9. We have incredible aim
10. We are great at scoring

10 reasons to date a pianist

1.They can play it fast and slow

2.They can hit all the keys

3. They have great hand work

4. They can play hard or soft

5. They don't stop til it's done

6. They can play tons of different things

7.They're used to pleasing an audience

8. They're used to using their hands

9.Theyre very accurate

10.They are very passionate of what they do!

10 reasons to date a softball player

1) we have the perfect grip
2) we make it easy to get around the bases
3) we always pay close attention to the balls
4) we make slidin into places seem easy
5) we don't let you foul out
6) we love goin in for extra innings
7) we switch positions at least 7 times a game and we have great coordination with BOTH hands
8) we are ready for ANYTHING that is coming our way
9) we like keeping the lights on for night games
10) the game's not over until someone scores

I really wasn’t too thrilled to be moving three days before senior year.  Bill had given me the news about my mom not wanting me around anymore just a week ago.  He never really told me why though, and when I ever asked my mom herself, she’d never answer me.  She’s acting really strange lately.  I’m worried about her, especially now that she’s all alone with that jerk.  Bill is my new step-father.  He and my mom got married this pass July.   I can’t stand him, but as long as my mother’s happy.
       I’m really going to miss Cowtown, well, Greenville.  Cowtown is what we normal high school students call it.  The population is 340, the majority of that being farm animals.  I always said I was going to leave this small town and never come back, and now that I am, I just want to be home again.  I sighed and watched the blur of the scenery gradually change from green forests and fileds to light sandy beaches and ocean-side condos.
       "We’ll be arriving momentarily,"  the stewartess said sweetly.  I tore my eyes away from the blur to acknowlage that I heard her.  She smiled brightly.  I smiled back out of politeness.  She then moved on to the elderly lady doen the isle and I went back to feeling sorry for myself and pulled my blank stare back to the ocean.
       I had to admit the ocean was gorgeous... and completely not Cowtown.  I’m suposed to be meeting a distant relitive I’ve never even heard about.  He’s suposively letting me stay with him until I’m done with school, which is really nice of him since we’ve never met before.
       The blur out the window slowed and finaly became a still picture outside my window.  I stood and stretched.  My body was stiff from not moving much in a while.  I grabbed my bag and headed for the exit, following the elderly woman.  The sun was bright and it blinded me.  I tripped on the first step and completely miss the other three, landing on my back on the concrete.   Ok, that hurt....
       "Miss, are you ok?" someone asked.  I groaned and nodded, picking myself up.  This is the last time I am traveling by train.  I looked around the station to see if I could find this relitive of mine, only to remember I have know idea what he looks like.  Picking up the bag I dropped as I made my "grand enterance" and sliding the strap over my shoulder, I headed into the station in search for anybody who resembled anyone in my family.  I didn’t have to look to hard for next to the front door was a scruffy faced man was holding a card that read my name.  I walked up to him and he smiled.  He looked so familiar.
       "Nikkoa-Mei?" he asked, his voice tender and warm, a great contrast to his looks.  He looked like a surfer bum and an exconvict dressed him this morning.  I nodded warily.  He chuckled.  "I’m Mic, everyone calls me Mic so you can call me Mic."  I nodded again, my brain went numb when he spoke my name.  I couldn’t quite pin point what was so familiar about him.  Seeing that I wasn’t going to say anything, so he continued to speak.  He carefully put a hand on my shoulder and led me out of the station and into the parking lot.  "Let’s go home."  Again, words failed me so I just nodded and again he laughed.  He led me to a yellow ’68 Volkswagen Beetle convertible.  It was in perfect condition.  I just gawked at it for a moment and Mic continued his chukle fest. Was I really that funny?
       "It’s beautiful," I finally managed to speak.
       "Well, it’s yours.  You should have seen it a month ago, complete rust bucket," he said tossing me the keys.  I just stared at him in shock.  He barely knew me and he got me a car.
       "Thank you!" was all I could think of to say.  Mic shrugged.
       "No big deal.  Now let’s blow this popcicle stand."  I nodded and put my bag in the back seat and took my rightful place behind the wheel.  Mic slid into the seat next to me and closed the door.  I turned the key and the engine came to life with a low pur.  "If you think this is cool, wait until we get to the open road, now there’s an experience," he told me as we pulled out of the lot and onto the main road.  
       As we entered town an old wooden sign welcomed me to my new home, Capeton.  We passed small shops and Mic told me what they were, it reminded me a lot of home.  Everything was family owned and it seemed the big industries hadn’t gotten here yet.  There seemed to be more people in Capeton than in Greenville, but that didn’t take much.  This means my chances of keeping my invisible reputation was not in danger and that was good.  Mic was right, the open road with the top down was deffinatly an explerience.  The salty air in my face was refreshing.
       "Turn right here," Mic instructed.  I did as I was told and home was right in front of us.  It wasn’t much of a house, small in size and the white paint was starting to peel, but I liked it.  I’ve always wanted to live by the beach in a house just like this one.  I killed the engine and grabbed my bag.  "Welcome home Nikkoa-Mei," Mic said, unlocking the wooden door.  It’s paint too, was peeling badly and screamed for a new paint job.  He smiled at me which meant my expression was probably in awe.  He let me into the house and followed me in.
       The rooms were small and every one of them led to another one in a circle.  This was a plus for me, for it looked impossible for me to get lost at night when I have to go to the bathroom.  The floors were made of wooden planks that made the house look like it belonged on the sea.  The walls were also white, but filled with pictures of all sizes and shapes.  Some looked older than others.  I stepped into what looked like the kitchen and almost died.  Just above the stainless steal sink was a huge window.  It looked out onto the ocean.  The sun was starting to set and it painted beautiful pinks and oranges onto the choppy water and still, cloudless sky.  I dropped my bag and Mic chuckled again.
       "Wow..." I mouthed.
       "Beautiful, isn’t it?" he asked me, putting a hand on my shoulder.  I nodded, not able to take my eyes away from the picture perfect scene just outside that window.  "It’s like that every day.  Here, let me show you your room, it’s upstairs, best room in the house," he explained.  I finally tore my attention off the window and brought it to Mic.
       "There’s an upstairs?" I asked.  From the outside, there didn’t look like there was more than three rooms, but then again, I was wrong about that too.  Mic patted my back.
       "Sort of, more like a loft.  Here, I’ll show you."  He picked up my bag and led me through what looked like a small entertainment room, dinning room, and showed me the bathroom.  At the end of the house, right next to the back door, was a small ladder which led to a small hole in the ceiling.  I looked at him skeptically.  "Just wait and see, come on."  He climbed the ladder with ease and threw my bag through the hole and then he too disappeared through the ceiling.  I shrugged and followed, only to be met with a great surprise.  He was right, it was the best room in the house.  The whole west wall was a panaled bay window.  I had a picture perfect view of my own.  I sat on the edge of my "door" and took in the beach and the ocean waves.  If you were quiet, you could hear the crashes through the window.  
       "Told you you’d like it.  Well, I’ll let you get unpacked.  Dinner will be in a little while," Mic said, breaking the calming silence.  I had almost forgotten he was in the room and his voice startled me when he spoke.  I pulled away from the serenity of my thoughts and finally pulled myself fully into my new room.  I just noticed that there was furniture in the large room as he and I traded places when he headed down the ladder and disapped through my floor.  I looked around and found that I had a mohogony desk with a lamp in the far corner and a dresser against the opposite wall.  What really excited me was the feather bed that rested on the floor next to the bay window.  I squealed quietly and ran over to the bed and plopped down. It was so soft and comforting.  I think I was really going to like it here.

       I opened my eyes.  I must have fallen asleep when I tested out my bed.  I sat up and looked around the darkened room.  The rest of the house was quiet and the faint smell of cod still lingered in the air, which meant that Mic had made dinner and gone to bed without waking me up.  Oh well, I wasn’t hungry anyway.  Turning around, I found another picture perfect scene just outside my window.  The ocean had calmed slightly and the full moon reflected on the dark glistening surface.  It took great effort to take my eyes off of the water and finally unpack my bag.
       I ripped off my shoes and walked across the cool wooden floor and tripped over my stupid bag, falling flat on my face.  Found it.  I picked  both my bag and myself up and brought my bag to the dresser on the other side of the room and then went and turned the lamp on the desk on.  The sudden light stung my eyes until they got used to it.  It was then that I noticed the old wind-up alarm clock on the desk and that it said the time was twelve-thirty.  I couldn’t have been asleep that long, could I?  I shrugged off that idea and went back to my bag and unzipped it.  I grabbed my bathroom needs and put them off to the side.  Opening the dresser drawers, I stuffed what little clothes I had into them, leaving my pajamas out for obvious reasons.  I pulled off my shirt and jeans and slipped into my comfy cotton short shorts, the only pair I own thank you very much, and an old tank top.
       Yawning and turning the lamp off, I stumbled back to bed.  As I snuggled under the blankets and turned toward to the window, waiting for my eyes to readjust to the darkness once again.  When they finally did, I watched the dark, reflective water.  I suddenly saw movement on the beach out of the corner of my eye.  My focus moved to what I thought I saw.  There was somebody walking alone along the shore.  As they got closer, I realized that the person was a boy around my age.  I wondered what he was doing on the beach at this time of night, well morning that is.
       His hands were jammed into the pockets of his sweatshirt and his hair danced in the breeze from the ocean.  He walked slowly, each step careful and precise.  He decided to finally take a rest and sat in the sand, his face upturned toward the moon.  It looked to me that he seemed lonely and I wanted to go out and talk to him.  But then again, I could be wrong and he might be here to get away from things, and if that was the case, I don’t want to seem inconsiderate.  
       Before I could make up my mind weather or not to go and keep him company, he stood up and started his slow, careful trip back  to where ever he came from.
       I watched him leave and wondered if he did this often.  So many questions filled my mind that I doomed myself to a sleepless night.  For hours I tossed and turned, the unanswered questions rolling around in my head.  The old alarm clock started to ring loudly.  I groaned and sat up, stretching.  I yawned and got up, dragging my feet across the floor and shutting up the screaming clock.  I looked outside my window to see that it was barely daylight, so I checked the time.  Five-thirty, figures.  A door closed downstairs and water started.  Mic must be up too.
       Rubbing my eyes, I went to the old dresser and picked through the small selection of clothes I had.  I finally settled with my favorite pair of worn-out and torn jeans and a tee-shirt I got when I went to Times Square for a class trip.  I grabbed my black zip-up sweatshirt that has gone through heaven and hell with me and slipped it on as I crossed the room, zipping it up half way.  I picked the bag of bathroom necessities of the floor on my way to my escape hole and stuffed it in my pocket.  I stumbled down the ladder just in time to meet Mic as I turned around.  He scared me, causing my heart to skip a beat.
       "Good morning, Mic," I said, still a little groggy,  "Bathroom open?"  I just couldn’t wait to get my teeth brushed, I could tell that my dragon breath was really bad.  Mic just nodded and went back to his room.  Okay then.  Time to see if I can remember where the bathroom is.  To my great surprise, I did.  I opened the door to be greeted with a heavy cloud of heavy, steamy air.  I fought my way to the small window and forced it open.  Opening the bag, I took out my toothbrush and found the toothpaste on the side of the sink.  As I brushed my dragon breath away, the air slowly lightened and cooled, and I could breathe again and the mirror finally cleared up.  That was not something I would like to see in the morning, ever.   I hate my looks.  My mom said I could never do any alterations to them because she says I should like me for, well, me.  The original and that I would still hate the way I look even if I did do the alterations for then I would want what I had, but then it would be too late.
       I spit and rinsed and looked at myself in the mirror again, and groaned.  I had dark circles under my eyes from the long nights of little sleep.  I had a little problem of not being able to sleep with things like a chapter of a book or a question on my math homework I didn’t quite get unfinished.  I’ve never really slept much lately and it really showed without my handy dandy cover up.  I ran a hand through my knotted mess of hair.  I had finally got my mother to let me cut my hair short, it actually looked pretty good, when I had time to fix it like it should be.  But I never did.  My eyes and hair were the same golden brown, how plain and boring, right?  Try telling my mother that.  I quickly combed out my hair and made it look somewhat normal before packing everything back into the bag and closing the window and leaving the bathroom.
       Again, I ran into Mic.  He had a coat on and keys in his hand.  "Sorry Mic.  Where are you going this early in the morning?" I asked.  Mic just walked around me and headed for the front door.
       "Work," he replied as he left the hallway.
       "Ah," I said, basically to myself for he was out the front door before I could even open my mouth.  So I was going to be alone for the second to last day of summer vacation.  Sounds like fun.  What am I saying?  I’ve got the best beach house ever to myself and a huge beach just outside my back door, this is going to be perfect.  But before I did anything, I needed breakfast.  I headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge.  Wow, he had almost nothing good to eat, not even milk or orange juice.  Time to go to the store I guess. Then again, breakfast could wait a little while longer, the beach was calling my name as I looked out the window over the sink.  I smiled and climbed the ladder again to grab my make up.  I needed to get rid of these ugly raccoon marks under my eyes.
       Upstairs, I switched bags in my pocket and tripped on the ladder, falling again.  I landed on my back again.  Three for three in two days, I guess I need to get my sea legs around here, don’t I?  Either that or learn to work with gravity.  Picking myself up, I stumbled back to the bathroom, tripping over my feet a couple times on the way.  Does the world hate me or something?  Back in the bathroom I pulled out my favorite thing in the whole universe, my cover up.  I rubbed the pale powder under my eyes and blended it into the rest of my face before grabbing my black eyeliner and outlined my round eyes, emphasizing the gold in them.  Next came the mascara, pale brown eyeshadow and clear lipgloss.  Finally, I was ready to face normal society.  I brought that bag too upstairs and did not fall coming back down this time.
       Feeling very proud of myself, I opened the back door and stepped out onto the cool sand barefoot.  Closing the door behind me, I took a deep breath of the briny air.  Seagulls had already begun their flights for the day, circling overhead as I slowly ambled down the beach, trying to take everything in, like the first time I went to a big city, but this time I took it a lot slower and on my own time.  The ocean was still calm from the previous night as it licked the wet shoreline.  I looked up at the brightening sky, it was still cloudless but still beautiful.  I found the approximate spot where I saw the boy last night and sat down, watching the horizon and sighed.  I was starting to miss Cowtown and my mom already.  I don’t know why though, I really didn’t have many memories of friends there.  The only explanation for that was, I didn’t have any real friends.  They were all animals.  I thought they listened better than real people and they were always so reliable to be there for you when you needed them.  And my mother, well, wouldn’t you?  I mean she raised me all by herself.  My father died before I was born so I never really knew him.  She’s the only family I know until now, but Mic doesn’t really seem the family type.
       I put my hood up and laid back into the sand, closing my eyes.  The burning brightness of the sun was the cause to me opening my eyes.  I had fallen asleep again and I sat up.  The beach was full of people and the waves crashed onto the shore.  It had warmed up a bit, enough to make me take my sweatshirt off and leave it in a pile of cloth next to me.  I pulled my knees to my chest and watched the beach-dwellers.  I searched the crowd to see if I could spot the Mystery Midnight Boy, but was denied the pleasure of finding him.  Not that I could possibly make a positive match without actually seeing his face first.  His back was turned to my window last night.  I shrugged and stood up, brushed the sand off my pants and picked up my sweatshirt, heading back into the house.
       Once back inside, I realized how empty this house was without anyone here to live in it.  Everything was spotless and looked brand new.  I wonder what it looked like before Mic moved in.  Shrugging the idea out of my mind, I climbed the ladder to my room and searched my bag for some money I had saved from my last job.  Finding it and finding where I left my keys last night, I headed back down the ladder and headed out the front door.  My Bug was still there waiting for me patiently, right where I left it yesterday.  I smiled and climbed into the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition and turned it.  The engine jumped to life and my in-town adventure was about to start.
                                               
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       Getting a second look at all the shops in town was a blast.  I parked my new baby in front of a small art store and got out to take in the town by foot.  I walked by the art shop and a sports shop and a small animal care shop.  I found the grocery store and I went in with a specific list in mind.  I bought milk, orange juice, my favorite cereal, and some fresh shrimp and pasta.  I think it should be my turn to make dinner tonight and shrimp and pasta in a butter sauce sounded good to me.  I refuse to eat anything as far as meat goes that came from a farm.  Well you would too if you had friends who were cows and pigs, wouldn’t you?  When everything was rung up, I couldn’t believe how expensive just a couple groceries could be.  If I was going to live around here and do the shopping like this, I was going to get a job.  Well, I guess I know what I’m going to be doing tomorrow.  Looking for a job.  I grabbed the bags and brought them back to the car.  I wasn’t quite ready to see if I can remember how to get back home, so I decided to poke around town for a while.
       There was an antique shop that caught my eye across the street.  I just had to go in and check it out.  As soon as I opened the door, the musty smell of old treasures filled my nose.  An elderly man and his wife greeted me from behind a counter.  They smiled warmly and I smiled back.  As I looked around, I found some amazing things from old furniture to some classic toys from the thirties.  I just couldn’t really imagine why anyone would like to get rid of things of the past like this, but I was glad they did.  In the corner of the small shop was a glass display case filled with little knickknacks and one of them really held my attention.  It was an old diamond necklace.  The stones were cut in perfect teardrops, it looked like ice had frozen on a silver spider web.  
       I stared at it in amazement, but couldn’t even begin to think of how expensive it was.  Something like that in a jewelers would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.  I sighed and turned to leave, walking straight into somebody.  He fell and dropped the box he was holding.  It fell and landed on the floor with a loud cash.
       "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I apologized, bending over to pick up the mess I had just created, only to knock over another box that was resting carefully on a chair. It, too landed on the floor with a second crash just as loud.  "Sorry!"  Blood rushed to my face and my cheeks burned.  Why did I have to be such a klutz?  The old woman came rushing over to the scene, flustered.
       "Is everything ok here?" she asked, looking at the huge mess I had created and me to the person I had run into.
       "Yes grandma, everything is fine.  Klutz here just knocked everything over so now I have to start organizing again," came a voice above me.  I looked up to see a perfectly beautiful face looking down at me coldly.  His eyes were a captivating blue that held me transfixed to where I was.  I opened my mouth to speak, but for the second day in a row, the words failed me.
       "Jaccob Elric Tyler!" hissed the woman angrily.  Her voice pulled me out of my trance and I turned my gaze to her.
       "I-I was just…and he was…then I…it was just so beautiful.." I stammered, not making any sense and looking back at the display case.  "I’m sorry, I’ll clean this up and pay for any damages I might have caused," I blurted out, knowing that the groceries had just cleaned me out of cash.  I stood up and bumped into an oak table, knocking over a pair of pewter candle holders.  "Sorry,"  I repeated, picking the candle holders up, the burning creeping its way up to my ears.  I knew my face would be bright red by time I leave this shop.
       "You’re a bull in a china shop, or better yet an antique shop," the boy said, just as coldly as before.
       "Jaccob, hush!" the woman spat at him and tapping his shoulder.
       "What? She is!" he defended himself.
       "But it’s rude!" she reminded him.  I looked at him again.  He was more than a foot taller than I was.  If I had to guess, it would be around six-six, or six-five.  His face was smooth and hard.  He definitely was outside a lot for his skin was a perfect tan, the only kind you can get by hanging out on the beach for hours at a time.  He looked so beautiful, so perfect, that I was starting to believe that he wasn’t real.
       "Sweetie, are you ok?"  The woman’s voice pulled me from my observing thoughts and I turned to look at her.
       "Huh?"
       "Are you ok?  You didn’t hurt yourself did you?"  She looked truly concerned for my well being.  I smiled to reassure her.
       "Oh, yes, I’m fine.  Again, I’m really sorry for this, I’ll clean it up, I swear.  It’s just that…the necklace over there really caught my attention and I guess I was a little distracted and I ran into…"  I had missed his name the two times the woman hissed it and I felt stupid for doing it.
       "Jake.  My name’s Jake," he told me, his voice acidic and yet, still angelic to my ears.  I wondered what his problem was.
       "Oh, that necklace?  Yes, it is very beautiful, but nobody around here really thought it was until now.  I don’t believe I have ever met you before, did you just arrive here or are you passing through?" she asked, her voice reminded me of the grandmothers in the fairytales my mom used to read me when I was little.
       "Oh, I just got here yesterday.  I’m staying with a relative of mine who lives around here, Mic, until I’m done with school.  I’m Nikkoa-Mei," I said, holding out my hand.  She took it and shook it gently, smiling warmly.
       "Yes, I know Mic, he runs the surf shop down the street.  Very good man.  You can call me Granny if you want.  Nice to meet you Nikkoa-Mei.  What grade are you in?"
       "I’m going to be a senior when school starts," I explained, still feeling a little awkward since the mess still hasn’t been cleaned up.
       "Jaccob is going to be a senior also, maybe you two will have some classes together," she said happily.  Jaccob rolled his eyes.
       "Hope not," he said, leaving to go do something else on the other side of the shop.
       "Jaccob Elric Tyler!" Granny shouted at him.  He just ignored the scorning and kept walking.  She turned back to me.  "I’m sorry about him.  He’s a little moody."
       "It’s ok," I assured her, "I get that a lot.  Here, let me clean this up for you," I said, my face turning red again as I bent over and started to pick up the different odds and ends and started to place them into their boxes.  Granny bent down also and started to help me.
       "No, it’s ok, I’ve got it,"  I shook my head in protest.
       "I made this mess, I’ll clean it up," I told her.  It’s always been an unwritten rule of mine, I always have to clean up every mess I make.  Granny chuckled warmly and gave in, still helping me a bit.  It fell silent between us for a little while, the only sound that could be heard was Jaccob talking quietly with what I assumed was his grandfather.
       "So, how much is that necklace?" I asked, breaking the silence and trying to kill my curiosity at the same time.  Granny put the last thing into the box and stood up.  I picked up the box that was on the chair before and replaced it to it’s rightful spot, and then picked up the one Jaccob was holding.
       "Much too expensive for you Dear," she assured me, shaking her head.
       "Try me,  I was just wondering.  I’m guessing a couple thousand dollars," I said.  Granny chuckled again.
       "Oh, gosh no.  That’s what you would pay in a jewelers.  I think George has it priced at eight hundred and fifty dollars."  The conversation Jaccob was having had ceased at this moment and I could tell he was listening to our little talk about the necklace.
       "Oh.  Okay, thank you,"  I smiled and shifted the box.  It was starting to get a little heavy.  "Where would you like this?"  Granny pointed vaguely in some direction.  
       "Anywhere you can find a spot for it," she told me before changing her expression from content to curiosity.  "If you don’t mind me asking, why did you want to know the price of the necklace?"  I shrugged.
       "I don’t know.  I was thinking I would buy it someday.  That is after I find a job."  I looked back at the display case.  The necklace sparkled with such purity that it made me believe that if I wore it, then maybe I could dazzle at least one person for the first time in my life.  I bet it was my answer to making my alterations to myself while sticking to my mother’s wishes.
       "You need a job?  I think you came to the right place.  We were looking for someone to take some of poor Jake’s shifts.  He works so hard here.  It makes me feel so guilty, I feel like I’m taking his youth away from him."  She looked at her grandson, pity all over her face.  I glanced up at him and he glared at me.  Even from this distance his ocean eyes pierced right through me, freezing me to the spot where I stood this moment.  He walked over and took the box from me.
       "I’ll take this.  I know where it goes."  I just nodded and handed over the box, almost dropping it.  Once he left, I looked over at Granny and smiled.
       "Yes a job here would be great!  Thank you!" I said, excited.  "When do you want me to start?"  Granny thought about it for a moment.
       "How about right after school?  After the first or second day, I’ll leave it up to you," she said, smiling again.
       "Sounds great!  Thank you!" I said again.
       "You are very welcome.  Now, mind you, you’re pay isn’t going to be much," Granny warned me.
       "It’s ok.  As long as I have enough for food for me and Mic, I’ll be fine."  Just then a grandfather clock chimed the half hour.  I gasped, remembering the groceries in my car.  "Oh my gosh!  I’ve got to go, I’ve got groceries that are going to spoil if I don’t leave now.  Thank you again!"  I said, racing out of the shop, bumping into the doorway.  Jaccob looked up from the counter and shook his head.  Granny and George just smiled and waved.
       "See you after school!" I called as I let the door close behind me.  I ran to my car and checked the shrimp, milk, and orange juice.  To my relief, they were ok, but I needed to get home now.  I jumped in and turned my baby on and turned toward home.  Today was amazing.
      
       When I got home, Mic was still at work which was perfect because it gave me time to cook the shrimp.  I was just adding the butter sauce and shrimp to the pasta when Mic came home.
       "Smells good, Nikkoa-Mei," he called as he noisily took off his boots at the door.  I smiled.
       "Thank you.  It’s ready when you are.  I bought some groceries when I went into town.  Hope you don’t mind," I called back.  Mic entered the kitchen with some shopping bags of his own.  I looked at them curiously as I split the pasta dish up between two plates.
       "School stuff," he replied, answering my silent question.  I nodded and handed him a plate.  He dropped the bags where he was and took the plate, stepping over the bags.
       "So, how was the rest of your day?" he asked taking a bite of the pasta.  "This is really good.  I can see who’s cooking most of the food around here from now on," he said lightheartedly.  We went into the entertainment room and sat down.
       "I just looked around town.  Found myself a job," I told him nonchalantly.  Mic raised his eyebrows.
       "Oh really?  Where?"
       "At the antique shop across the street from the place that sells all that art supplies," I explained and Mic knew exactly where I was talking about.
       "Granny’s Place?  Yeah, that’s a nice place.  Granny and George are really nice people, and their grandson Jaccob.  Whole family is just a great group of people to be around," he went on.  "You could have definitely done a lot worse in finding a job in this town."  I was glad that Mic approved of both my new job and my cooking, but I just don’t think we were talking about the same Jaccob.
       When dinner was finished, I cleaned the dishes while Mic went and watched television.  I swear he has ADD for every minute and a half he is changing the channel.  When everything was dry and put away, the sun was setting, so I decided to go to my room and stare hopelessly at the water.  Mic didn’t even notice my absence as I climbed the ladder and ran to my bed.  I laid on my stomach and held a pillow to my chest as I watched my own version of television.
       The sun painted it’s usual pinks and oranges on the water and in the sky , but also my room was an orange itself.  The white walls absorbed the color perfectly.  I was beginning understand why my walls were that boring color.  I yawned and stretched out on my bed as the colors started to fade and the sun had almost completely disappeared behind the horizon.  Before I fell asleep again, I got up and changed into my pajamas and trudged downstairs to brush my teeth and pee for the last time for the night.  I said goodnight to Mic and climbed back up the ladder and cocooned myself into my blankets and closed my eyes.  I was asleep almost instantly.
       I woke up again in the middle of the night.  The moonlight was shining through my window.  I guess that was the reason I woke up.  I stared out the window and watched the water gently kiss the shore.  I sighed and wondered if Mystery Midnight Boy would come around.  I searched the beach, only to find that he wasn’t there.  Trying and failing at going to go back to sleep, I just looked blankly out my gorgeous view.
       About an hour went by with nothing but the movement of the water going on.  My eyes stung, crying for me to go to sleep, but the rest of my body kept me up, hoping that he would come.  I was about to give up and turn over when I saw something move along the edge of my window.  I called my attention to the movement.  It was Mystery Midnight Boy!  His hood was pulled over his head this time and his gate was much slower than last night.  He seemed more careful, unsure of each step.  Again, his hands were stuffed into his pockets.  He stared out at the ocean, his back still turned to me.  He sat down in the same spot in the sand as last night and turned his head to the moon.  His body heaved a huge sigh.  My heart bled for him as I watched him.  He just seemed so, sad, so dejected, so… fragile, I guess is the word I’m looking for.  He stayed longer than before and when he stood up, my heart went with him.
       Once he was gone, my body let me rest.  I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, only to be woken rudely by the alarm clock hours later.  I silently cursed the clock and forced myself out of bed and shutting it up before going back to bed.  I had nothing to do today.  Nothing that couldn’t wait another three hours or so.  I heard Mic take his shower and leave for work and the house became quiet once again.  I sighed and slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

Twilight:

Edward- Your Song by Elton John, Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts, Til Kingdom Come by Coldplay, Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, 100 years by Five For Fighting, Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girls, Superman(it's not easy to be me) by FIve For Fighting

Bella- Kiss the Rain by Yiruma, River Flows in You by Yiruma, Bring on the Rain by JoDee Meddina, Everytime We Touch by CASCADA, Holding out for a Hero by Frou Frou,  Woudn't it Be Nice? by Beach Boys, You'll Be in my Heart by Phil Collins, 100 Years by Five For Fighting, Lean on Me by The Temptations

New Moon:

Edward- Hate Me by Blue October, Listen to Your Heart (slow version) by DHT, Tattoo by Jordin Sparks

Bella- Teardrops on my Guitar by Taylor Swift, When Your Gone by Avril Lavigne, How Do I Live by LeAnn Rimes, The First Cut is the Deepest by Sheryl Crow, Starting to Turn by Andrew Paul Woodworth

There are more on the way as soon as I hear them and continue reading ^^;;

So here's the rules:

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds

IF SOMEONE SAYS "YOU'RE HOT" YOU SAY?
Numb-Linkin Park

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR LIFE?
I Will Follow You into the Dark-DCFC

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE LONG GOAL?
The Great Escape- Boys Like Girls

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
My Neighbor Totoro Opening Theme-Joe Hisaishi

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
The Sharpest Lives-MCR

WHAT DO YOU OFTEN THINK ABOUT?
The Path of the Wind- Joe Hisaishi

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON WHO LIKES YOU?
Dance, Dance- FOB

WHAT DOES YOUR BEST FRIEND ALWAYS SAY TO YOU?
Addicted- Simple Plan

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
I Just Wanna Live- Good Charlotte

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SAYING?
I'm Not Ok (I Promise)- MCR

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Do You Believe In Magic?- The Format (I can see this happening)

WHAT WILL BE PLAYED AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Peanuts Theme Song

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Angel- The Jones Gang

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Play That Funky Music- Wild Cherry

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR HOUSE?
Leaving Hollywood-Recliner

WHAT WILL YOU NAME THIS?
Through the Glass

Dramatic Uke
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god! i feel like crap today. i stayed home from school and now i'm bored out of my mind and i can't find my soup anywhere!>< my mom started cleaning the shelves and i can't find anything anymore! rawr! i just want to cuddle up with ellie and watch a movie in bed, but no, i still have chores to do.