March 16th, 2009 at 06:43pm
Fight Club moment. And a great opening. For some odd reason, I love stories that begin with the time. It shows that the setting is important to the story.
It’s her insomnia, not his.
That was good. It’s like, she’s guilty about making other people suffer for her problems.
He’d die if that meant she could see just how perfect she really is. But I’m not perfect, she tells him, you are. And every time, he would disagree and they would argue, but it wasn’t a serious argument and it usually ended in a completely different argument based around who loved whom more.
I’m not perfect, you are.
ForMatt Danielle and Arianna, it was a very love/hate relationship, but it was90% 99.999999999% love.
He couldn’t quite describe it; it smelled like a mixture of dog and strawberries. It sounds gross, but it’s truly enchanting.
Lovely, my dear. Truly lovely. x)
“Anything. Do you want to listen to the Chili Peppers?”
That was the only thing I thought was off. Why would someone wanna listen to music at 4 a.m.?
Then again, that band could easily solve any and all problems (:
She feels like if she asks for something, he’s forced to do it, but if he offers, he actually wants to do whatever for her.
Story of my life.
The corners of her mouth turn upwards into a crooked smile before she nods. He smiles, grabbing his bass from behind the couch. Their apartment was filled with basses, mainly pink ones, and amplifiers by the dozen. It seems odd to play your girlfriend a lullaby with your bass guitar, but Arianna wouldn’t have it any other way.
Insert very oversized smile here.
And she shakes her head again, pieces of pink tickling his nose, and says fuck Adam, you’re just as good. He grins again and continues playing. For anyone else, it would sound odd; just a bass with no other instruments, but to Arianna, it’s flawless. It’s just like heaven.
Insert a bigger oversized smile here.
And laying there, she looks like an angel. But that’s just because she is an angel. She’s too perfect for us earth-bound people. One day, Matt decides, she’s going to fly.
I love your lies, they make me feel like I could fly.
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She named it “Sleep”. When Matt asked her why, she just shrugged and said that she liked simple things. He put his bass down, the strap had A.S printed on it in neon pink, and hugged her tight, kissing her forehead. “Really?” he giggles, “Well I like you.”
Insert motherfucking INSANE smile here.
I am very very sorry this review was shit, but this story made me too happy to leave a somewhat decent one.
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Get it? Got it? Good.
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This was beautiful and the line Their apartment was filled with basses, mainly pink ones, and amplifiers by the dozen. made me giggle; I would be surpised if he flat was filled with many pink bass guitars :lmfao!