forever is a lie. [open]

[dana alice hathaway]

a girl was walking down the empty streets with her guitar case in her hand. she was wearing white heels, which made her a good two inches taller. her white skirt was short- perhaps a little too short. it was cold, but she didn't care. she didn't feel anything except pain. her blue tank top looked more like navy in the night. and her necklace was the only thing that shimmered and shined in the light. fully aware of people around her kissing and talking, she shoved her way by them and decided to go sit by herself. a few people who she knew giggled and pointed at her. it was obvious what they were saying.

ohh. look. dana's all sad and depressed again. can't believe she didn't see it coming. did she seriously think that peter would stay with a slut like her?

that was a nicer comment. she knew that she was stupid, actually falling in love with a boy. a cute boy too. peter. just thinking about him made her heart hurt and her eyes sting. she couldn't forget about him, the way he laughed, the way he smiled, the way he whispered i love you in her ear. the way he promised to be together, to grow up old together. she loved all those words that he told her. all those lies... and she believed all of it.

she was stupid. stupid blond. stupid naive girl. there was no such thing as love. there was no such thing as forever. forever is a lie.

she wasn't drunk today. no parties to attend, she skipped them all. instead she wanted to be alone by the eiffel tower. the place of her first kiss. her first romance. her first love. her first everything with peter. she wanted to be here. she wanted to feel the pain, the aching, the tears. she wanted to feel something but numb for once.

she didn't care that she wasn't alone. she was alone. in her own world. with her guitar and her music. she opened up her guitar case, laying it on the ground for tips or what not that people wanted to give her. it made her feel better, that people were willing to pay to listen to her music. maybe she would have a chance at a career in music. who knows?

she put her guitar in her hands, the wood soft and comforting. strumming a few chords, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. letting the lyrics just come to her- letting the song just write itself. her voice was angelic, melodic, and emotional. she was singing another song, a new song, and it was all raw emotion. it really meant something to her. people stopped to look and listen. and the only thing that was heard at midnight, was a girl singing and strumming her guitar.

"you said you'd catch me when i fall.
you said you loved me throughout it all.
you said you'd be here; never asking why.
but you said forever. and forever is a lie.

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[gabriel lloyd alexander]

We've all been lost for most of this life
Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us
And I know that most of us just ain’t right
Following the wrong steps, being led by pride

the lyrics blared through the black earbuds that were comfortably set in the kid's ears. his stride was slow and leisurely as he paced the streets, mumbling apologizes when he accidentally bumped the shoulder, or stepped on the toe of another. the music that played in his head, blocked out the sound and troubles that surrounded him, even if they were inside. carefully listening and contemplating the lyrics of his favorite songs, was one of gabriel's... you could say... pass time. at least it prevented him for focusing on his own thoughts for the time being, and dwelling on the many emotions built up over the past year. the death of both his parents, which seemed to decimate the bond between him and his half-sister in the process, and of course... there was kristen. they had been dating for years, and now she decided to leave him, precisely at the time he needed her most. bitch.

was the first thought that crossed his mind when he thought of her, although it never failed to be closely followed by a tidal wave of guilt. he had loved her, and she had left him.
the end.
there was no use dwelling on it, and with that thought, gabriel again focused on his lyrics.

he was dressed as usual, a light colored shirt--today being blandly white--with an open, dark blue-gray hooded jacket, hood on. dark colored jeans slimly fit his long legs, and bunched around his black and white vans. some people passing indiscreetly tossed him distasteful looks, which he met with a level gaze. his dark brown eyes remained calm and relaxed, never changing nor displaying a hint of his emotion. that was fine with him though, the less he showed, the less others judged.

gabriel slowed, the light of slight interest crossing his tan-skinned face. a girl, that he didn't recognize, was sitting alone with a guitar across her lap. her lips moved with emotion, and gabriel found himself pulling the buds from his ears. his hands, which were shoved in his jacket pockets, fumbled briefly with his silver iPod, turning it off. his pace finally came to a stop, as he listened to her spoken words he also examined her fingers, moving down her guitar's neck rhythmically and strumming the strings beautifully. he, himself played bass guitar, and a smile inevitably tugged at the corner of his lips.
gabriel pulled his hand from his pocket, and with his long, slender fingers; fumbled in his jean pockets for loose change. he didn't have much, but that wasn't what mattered, right? tossing the change into the girl's open guitar case, he attempted to meet her gaze.

"you play beautifully." he stated quietly in his formal, articulate tongue, once she held a break in her lyrics.
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How many lives will we take
How many hearts destined to break
Nowhere to run, can't escape
Full of ourselves, tied to our fate

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[dana alice hathaway]

you told me you'd be here
to catch me when i fall.
you told me you'd be here,
but you were never here at all.

he was dressed as usual, a light colored shirt--today being blandly white--with an open, dark blue-gray the toss of change going inside of her case stopped her. she looked up and saw a boy in his dark blue-gray hood. his shirt was white and his dark jeans fit his long legs. he was wearing vans. she hated vans. but this wasn't a time to be picky. his dark brown eyes were calm and relaxed, the only emotion she saw was intrest. this frustrated her slightly, she was able to see what most people were feeling just by looking to their eyes. by my, his eyes were something.

"you play beautifully." he stated quietly. a slight smile played on her lips as stood up, brushing off a few dead plants off her skirt. she walked over to where the change was placed in her guitar case and took it out. it wasn't much, but she didn't need anything. didn't this boy know who she was? she extended her arm, holding out the change so that he would accept it back.

"thank you." she said, matching his formal voice. her blue eyes flashed with uncertainty, for the third time that day, as she continued on, "i don't need this. keep it." dana wondered if she was being too much out of character, normally she would've flirted. a lot. but who cares? it's not like people are keeping track of her every move. a broken hearted girl can mourn you know.

her other hand clutched the neck of her guitar tighter, making some of the strings vibrate. she smiled a childishly, as if caught in the act of doing something bad or foolish. "any requests?" she asked, her voice calm and interested, but it also had a slight layer of flirtation in it. she couldn't contradict her reputation now, could she?

listening to: california gurls - katy perry , addicted to love - oranithi[/color
muse level: blehhh.
comments: GABRIEL + DANA = FLIRTY MUSIC LOVER BESTFRANS(: yes? no? maybe so?

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[gabriel lloyd alexander]

we've all been lost for most of this life
everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us
and i know that most of us just ain't right
following the wrong steps, being led by pride

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she was admittedly beautiful, and he couldn't help but notice how her blue, sleeveless shirt complimented her eyes, and the bright, abundant moonlight --casted by the near-full moon --haloed her blond hair with a ring of striking white as she stood. he absorbed her image, imprinting it to his memory. he had seen her around, mainly at school, but didn't know a single thing about her. although he wouldn't mind, getting to know her better. briefly he could picture them, guitars in hand, both losing themselves in profound lyrics. he blinked the thoughts away, as she offered the change back and spoke, shattering his mind back into reality.

gabriel raised his hand, and sheepishly accepted his change back. as his fingers brushed hers, the faint ghost of a smile danced across his pale lips. he met her uncertain blue gaze, with his own deep eyes, still displaying little emotion. he emptied the handful of change into his jacket pocket, where his hands remained -- fumbling with his ipod. like he always did, when nervous, or in the company of another.

"any requests?"

gabriel grinned, crooked yet slightly charming. "how about a name?" he mused, the tone in his voice unchanged except for the slight increase in warm amusement. even his chocolate eyes, were hued with friendly merriment. "i'm gabriel," he blinked slowly, taking his hand from it's sheltered haven to extend it toward her. "and i play bass." he added, as if it was a point of enough importance to be stated. more likely a point of mutual interest. his eyes darted to her guitar -- gleaming with white moonlight. his smile slightly broadened, as he returned his gaze to dana.

how many lives will we take
how many hearts destined to break
nowhere to run, can't escape
full of ourselves, tied to our fate

listening to:

[/color] people & their lives, fall of troy // gravity, nico vega // webs, fall of troy // dirty pillow talk, fall of troy
muse level: dangerously low xD
comments: most defiantly x3[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

[dana alice hathaway]

she shook his hand, noticing how comfortably it slipped around her hand. she smiled, returning his gaze. something inside of her snapped. maybe, he wasn't like the rest of them. “dana. and i play guitar- electric or acoustic.” her voice shook slightly, uncertainty still inside of her. it was unusual, having to introduce herself to someone who never heard of her before. they all knew. they always knew who she was.

audrey hathaway's little sister. her stupid, depressed, annoying, sister who just had to go around ruining everyone's lives. now that girl, was someone to hate. or jessica vandutton's cousin. the one who just always had to have the attention and would do anything to get it. she thought she was so cool, so amazing, and so good at everything when in reality she had no talent. zippo. nahdah. zero. when they were young, they got along so well together. they even looked somewhat alike. blonde hair. slim. blue eyes. they dressed alike- blue was dana's color, pink was audrey's, and jessica's was green.

they were always together, after all their ages were close and they seemed to have the same personality and the same interests. that all changed when they became teenagers. audrey became the punk-rock princess. the first one to pick up a guitar. she then became depressed under stress and pressure.

then it was jessica, who couldn't stand to have an imperfect cousin. she picked up an acoustic guitar and started singing. she was okay. better than most. but all of her songs were the same. about boys, break ups, and herself. she was so annoying; going around telling everybody how great she was and how she was going to be famous. everyone believed her. until she came.

she picked up an electric guitar first. it was audrey's. but she was so mad at her when she did it. that's when they started hating each other. dana then asked jessica for lessons, and she gladly gave them to her. after all, she was the perfect cousin who was so nice that she gave lessons to her 'wannabe jessie!' cousin. dana was amazing. way better than jessie. jessie got mad, it was like her talent, her dream, her thing was stolen by a stupid little girl. they never talked again.

but being the youngest, she was always compared at school. would she become mentally messed up like audrey? or would she become annoying goody two shoes like jessica? it was too much for her, she didn't want to be classifed like that. so she made a reputation that was unlike the other two's. she became the flirt. the party girl. the slut. the girl who goes around getting drunk and sleeping with random guys. none of them had an idea what she was really like. and she had no intention of telling them. she never felt comfortable around them, it was a show everyday. school was the stage and she was the star.

but with gabriel, it was something different altogether. she felt comfortable around him- although they barely knew each other. she felt drawn as well- not only because he was dark, mysterious, and handsome- but because they also had a mutal interest. music. something she never talked about at school. her smile grew bigger just at the thought of that, as she looked back into his dark eyes. “wait.” she said softly, finally letting go of his hand, before going to put her guitar away.

she closed the case and walked back- going as close to him as she dared. “so, gabriel,” she said, lightly, and a bit flirtatiously, “i think you plus me equals a good pair of musicians. what do you say?"

listening to: my cat.
muse level: like rambling on and on
comments : ignore the rambling post. i'm tired. and sugar deprived. and i need to do SAT stuff. /x ohh. haha. yeah. that's it.