---Life in the f a s t lane---High School RP-Accepting

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Lydia softly began strumming her guitar, a version of "Marry You". She also began singing.
"It's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you."

[maroon.]

Emma made eye contact with Josh,then kept writing notes.She pulled out her phone and texted one of the cheerleaders,then went back to randomly writing,the only thing she was ever really interested in besides Cheerleading.

[sivan]

[GTg, reply tomorrow and has class started?[]

[maroon.]

-Yep.-

[r u e s s]

Alec wandered back into the music block.My territiory, he smiled. Dumping his guitar, he wandered over to see what was happening. He nodded to Lydia. "Nice", he mouthed to her. He joind in with her, his voice mixing in with Lydia's beautifully.
"I know this little chapel on the boulevard
We can go
No one will no
Oh come on, girl."

[sivan]

Josh Mellark

I stay seated on top of my desk, for I know the teacher doesn't give a...crap about where I sit. He loves me. I don't cause trouble and speak when spoken too. I do my work, and usually hand in homework on time. I find myself looking over at Emma, who is texting. I don't know why, but to me she has always been sort of a sl*t. But really if you have been in her class long enough, she isn't. She's sort of normal. Well, not really normal... Carefree. That's a better word. I'm sometimes considered a goody two shoes, which I totally disagree with, I just don't like drawing attention to myself.I shake my thoughts away, and quickly look away from Emma, not wanting to look like a stalker.

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Lydia froze on her guitar, sorta staring openmouthed at Alec. She blushed and looked down. Normally, she didnt like anyone to hear her

[maroon.]

Emma glanced at Josh,then back at her notes,writing some more.She raised her hand and asked to go to the bathroom.She slipped out of class,and into the barroom,sitting down on the floor.

[sivan]

[Almost crying listen. It's about a guys girlfriend and him commiting suicide for her.]

Josh Mellark

I watch as Emma leaves the classroom. I have no idea if she's skipping or actually going to the bathroom. I shrug it off my shoulders, and take out another piece of paper when I finish notes. Doodling out crappy drawings, I zone out, pencil a millimetre from the paper, off into a dream world.

[maroon.]

Emma slipped back into the room,sitting down with her notebook,writing, then looking at Josh, then writing again.

-Sorry,WB-