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[trills]

Shirley noticed the shop emptying out a little, but she didn't want Theo to leave yet. He interested her. "Landscapes, huh? That's fantastic, your paintings must be wonderful." She smiled sweetly. "You should show me sometime." She didn't want to come on too strong, and she wasn't sure she was interested in him, but he seemed like a cool guy and she was genuinely curious to see his paintings. She wasn't leaving anytime soon, considering she wanted to get through the good part of a chapter today, and the smell of coffee helped her think. She was glad he hadn't moved to another table when people started leaving; that would have made things awkward. "Do you have any pictures of your paintings on your phone?" She asked as an afterthought, so she didn't sound too questionable.

[Crazycookiemonster]

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I stood near the coffee shop for a little bit just checking my phone a few friends had texted me to see what I was up to and I responded with a simple nothing. Though i did look up when i heard the familiar tone of Home, by Philip Philips. H didn't seen like to shabby of a guy, but he had a very homey way of singing. My eyes followed him for a little while and they watched as he seemed to have dumped a girl before making his way to the coffee shop. He walked up right beside me before he was stopped my Playboy who walked in front of him sniffing his pants before starting his way around to the guitar case. I had started to stare off in space a bit I look back down and blink a little bit before apologizing, "I'm sorry, he's super friendly I swear, he just likes people."

[cucumber]

"Yeah, they're pretty good if I do say so myself," Theo said, "You can come see them later if you want." He didn't want to sound to pushy, he had just met her, he didn't want to rush things along. "I don't have pictures on my phone, I feel like it takes value away from it. It won't when I'm famous though." He let out a little laugh at his own joke. He thought for a moment, "I've been talking a lot about myself, what about you? Is this your first book you've written?" He really was curious, he loved reading books, although he couldn't write for crap. He fiddled around with his cup a little bit, flicking the straw around and moving the cup side to side. Theo started tapping his foot to the beat of the background music playing. He didn't recognize the song, but it was pretty catchy.

[littleghosthunter]

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I looked around the park sighing. After my little show, as some would put it. I became bored and had nothing to do. So I walked around the park. Until someone singing, and playing Phillip Phillips song home. I walked over to the crowd surrounding the boy, and squealed threw till I was at the front. Tilting my head to the side as I watched him. And when he finished everyone was getting a little touchy trying to give him a few cents for his great play. I used my sleekness, and dancing moves to get out of the crowd before i got hurt. I began walking down the sidewalk again, running my fingers threw my white hair. My eyes traveled around the park, as I walked around. Smiling kindly at people as I passed them, and grinning down at any kids who went running by me. I kept my gaze on the beautiful place, not paying attention to where I was going and accidentally bumping into someone. "oh my gosh, I'm so sorry" I said looking up. "Hey, your the boy who was just playing on of Phillip Philip's songs..... your really good" I added smiling at him. I glanced over at a girl who had spoken to him before I bumped into him, and rudely interrupted her. "Oh I'm sorry am I interrupting something? I'll just go then" I said looking at the girl and smiling before looking back at Westlie.

[trills]

"Cool, I would love too." Shirley nodded in agreement. "That's true," she said with a grin. Shirley smiled at his comment. "No, not at all, I've been too curious." She looked down, running a finger along the rim of her cup. "I wrote a lot when I was younger, fairy tale stories and whatnot. This is my first actual book, though. I started writing it a few years ago, but I never really started working on it until I graduated." She tilted her head to the side, letting her hair fall to the left. "I got a paid internship at the New York Times, actually, and that's the only reason I'm not homeless right now." She blushed, not liking to brag over her accomplishments. "Do you get paid for your paintings, or do you have a side job?"

[underland.]

<<i'm going to make this place your home>>
<<westlie>><<eighteen>><<single>><<no crush>><<tagged-zoe>>
<< Westlie smiled down at the dog, his curiosity reminded him of his fox terriers Joey and Janie. He bent down to the smile puppy and extended his hand out to the dog. "I don't mind him a bit, reminds me of my dogs. Oh, where are my manners, do you mind if I pet him?" He asked the girl quietly. He looked up at the girl hopefully his hand hanging limply on his knee. He ran a hand through the short hair of his, which was only long enough to barely submersed his fingers in the chocolate brown of it. He readjusted his guitar case as he felt it barely touch the ground, it was the only thing he had since the break up and since his father died and he "mother" died when he was ten, so now he was literally on his own."Oh, I'm Westlie." He said quietly to both girls, it had been a while since he actually introduced himself to anyone. When the break up happened part of him went into hibernation and still was in that state of mind, and then with his father dying, Westlie went into hibernation, singing made him feel close to his father. So, he sang any song he liked, but the feeling faded soon after the song ended. "It's no problem and thanks, it means a lot to know I'm good." He said to the girl who complimented him.

[cucumber]

Theo sat back in his chair, listening to Shirley talk. Every now and then he added a "yeah" or "hmmhmm. When she finished he said, "That's cool, writing stories since you were young, I started painting when I was really young too, when I was about 5 I think, and it's nice that you got an internship," he paused a moment, pulling out his chapstick he put a little on, "I sell a few of my paintings, but I don't get too much money from it. I work at the little restaurant right down the road, Franchis, I'm a waiter." Theo ran his fingers through his hair, it had dried completely from his shower earlier. He liked getting to know Shirley, the more he got to know her, the more he liked her. Which isn't uncommon, the more you know about someone, the more you can like about them. Suddenly, he was glad he didn't have to work today, he wasn't sure of Shirley's plans, but he could be here as long as she could be.

[trills]

Shirley tried not to raise an eyebrow at the chapstick. Everyone has their quirks, she reminded herself. "Aw, little kid artwork is the cutest thing." She nodded. "I've been there a few times, it's good. I don't think I've seen you there, though." She watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, subtly admiring his biceps. Man chapstick was insignificant compared to those muscles. For an artist, he was pretty muscular. Her sister's old friends were all skinny and nerdy. Okay, so maybe he was her type...she shook herself out of her thoughts quickly. "That's a shame that you have to part with your artwork though. I'm sure you don't get paid enough." She told him sympathetically. She knew what it was like to be underappreciated by the public.

[littleghosthunter]

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Tilting my head to the side, I glanced at the girl. And down at her dog. Before looking back at Westlie, I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you get told, that your good all the time" I said shaking my head. Before I smiled at him. I held out my hand, "my name's Carter..... And yes I know, Carter is normally a boy's name, blah blah blah. It's my name whatever" I said shrugging. Placing my thumbs in my back pockets after he had shaken my hand. I looked up at him, "are you hoping to make singing a career for yourself? I asked curiously, seeing as he was really good. Why wouldn't he? I smiled kindly, tilting my head to the side as I gazed at him. My eyes, raking him up and down. Before running a hand threw my snow white hair.

[xzaos]

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