iPod Shuffle #4
Instructions: Click shuffle on iPod/iTunes. Write for length of song song playing twice. No skipping.
Ready? Set? Go.
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Problem Girl --Rob Thomas
On their first day in town, his mother decides that he should be the one to take a walk to the Chinese restaurant down the block since the car is nearly out of gas. He meets a girl halfway there, sprawled out on the sidewalk with her limbs carefully positioned inside a bright pink chalk outline and her eyes closed.
"I really hope you're not dead."
Her eyes, bright green, flutter open. "I'm not dead. I'm just a weekend art project."
He nods and keeps walking, glancing back once he reaches the corner to see her propping herself up onto her elbows and peering after him. On his way back, the weight of the brown bag of food pulling at his fingers, the outline remains but she is gone.
Monday means his first day at a new school.
"She's crazy."
She's sitting in the back of the room every time he enters a new class.
"She's totally nuts."
He tries to catch her eye, but she shakes her head, pulling the woolen beanie down on her forehead.
The next Friday, he calls, asking her to come over. When she gets to his house, he's sprawled on the driveway with ketchup leaking off his throat.
She grins. "I see you, too, have become a weekend art project."
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I Can Feel Your Heartbeat--The Partridge Family
The room goes silent to his ears the instant she walks through the front door, the royal blue dress fluttering around her knees with every purposeful step of her stiletto heels. He turns in his chair, every cell in his body pulling after her as she sashays into the kitchen. He follows her, but she's already gone. He checks every room of the house, finally finding her in the room that was housing the indoor pool.
He watches through the door as she allows the dress to drop to the ground, revealing two thin strips of lace that he assumes are meant to be some sort of undergarments. She wades into the water, easing herself down the steps and towards the deep end until her breasts are brushing the surface. Lifting a hand into the air without even turning around, she beckons for him.
He doesn't feel embarrassed at being caught watching her. Instead, his legs and hands have minds of their own as they push open the door and leave him teetering at the edge of the pool. She giggles to herself and finally turns around, cocking her head to the side.
"You coming in or not?"
He kicks his shoes off, jumping into the clear water fully clothed.
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Ocean Avenue--Yellowcard
He grins at her and she reclines against the windshield, stretching her legs out on the hood of the car.
"When we graduate, I'm so out of here."
She giggles, adjusting the strap on her bikini top. "Oh, really? You're just gonna drop everything and run?"
He shakes his head. "Of course not. I'm going to hijack the car, kidnap you, and then run."
"That's more like it."
Looking down at his hands, he kicks his feet against the calm surface of the lake. The warped wood on the pier hurts the back of his calves, and he winces. His raises his gaze to the sky, watching the sun begin to dip below the horizon, splashing the clouds with vibrant shades of pink and purple, colors she had in t-shirts, he remembers.
He remembers a lot of things.
He remembers the way she made him drive to the shore on the sunniest day of the year, leaving the sun roof open. He remembers the way she refused to drink anything but hot chocolate after the twenty-first of December. He remembers how she looked in her graduation cap, the royal blue fitting so neatly over her wavy hair. He remembers the look on her face when his car rolled up in front of her house, the back seat filled with his suitcases.
He remembers hijacking the car and running.
He remembers watching her shrink in the rear-view mirror, thoroughly un-kidnapped.
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Love Story--Taylor Swift
"I think I've always loved you."
He chuckles. "That's a lie if I've ever heard one. The first time I met you, you totally hated me."
"It was three in the morning," she reminds him. "And you threw a rock through my open window. And it hit me. In the head."
He shrugs, gently suckling on the underside of her jaw. "Details, details."
"But I wasn't the one who hated you. My father hated you." She threads her fingers through his hair, her eyes fluttering shut as he eased her back up against the trellis in the garden.
"True. He did. Very much."
"Still does."
"Liar."
She tugs on his hair.
"No, seriously, you're a liar."
"And you would know that how?"
He grins against her ear. "He already gave me permission to propose."
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If I Can't Love Her--Original Beauty and the Beast Broadway Cast
She walks into the restaurant with another man's hand resting against her lower back, his tie matching suspiciously with the shade of her dress. Her heels click on the hardwood floor as she crosses towards their table, the ring on her fourth finger glinting in the dim light. He pulls out her chair and she smooths out the skirt of her dress before accepting the seat, grinning at everyone else seating around the table.
Everyone except for the man with bright green eyes and a broken heart.
The other man sits beside her, taking her wrist between his fingers as the waiters begin placing appetizers on the table. The fact that they're nearly a half hour late seems to bother neither of them as they whisper giddily between themselves and exchange small kisses. A waiter's hand shoots between their heads to place a dish of fried calamari down, and the man with bright green eyes grins for the first time that night.
She only spares him a glance when a waiter brings him her order accidentally.
"Hello," he says. "Congratulations on your engagement."
She tucks her hand uncomfortably beneath the table. "Thank you." Her fiance excuses himself to the restroom.
"I don't suppose I'll be invited to the wedding."
She shrugs. "Would you want to be?"
Impaling a piece of squid on the prongs of his fork, he shakes his head. "No. I guess not."
"I didn't think so."
"I'm moving away."
She stops trying to spear a rather flat lettuce leaf. "I... I heard."
"Across the country, actually. And I'm probably not coming back."
Her fiance returns to the table.
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Everywhere--Michelle Branch
Wandering into the living room of his apartment, she finds her breath being taken away by the two entirely glass walls of windows.
"This is an incredible view."
He chuckles, leaning back against the arm of the couch. "Yeah, I know. It cost me a pretty penny."
"I'll bet." She presses her palm against the glass, gazing out over the busy streets of the city.
"I'm going to make you clean that later."
Turning to face him, she takes several deep breaths, her hand firmly planted against the thickly-plated glass. "I missed you. I thought about all the time. I almost got fired three times because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I saw you everywhere I went. It was horrible."
"Sorry I'm so haunting."
She shakes her head. "No. It was horrible because I saw you everywhere, and I had no idea if you saw me, too."
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S.E.X.--Nickelback
He only knows three things.
Short, hard, fast.
That's how things were with her.
When he brought her down into his best friend's basement, he received several pats on the back and congratulatory remarks as she bent down to pull a beer out of the cooler on the floor, exposing the backs of her toned thighs to everyone. Within the next twelve minutes, she pulled him into the closet and tugged open his fly, sighing with relief that she forgot to put on underwear. His friends stared jealously as they exited the closet with new bruises and wrinkles in their clothing, but all he wondered was how a person could possibly forget to put on underwear.
She dumped him after three months of non-stop sessions in closets or garages or laundry rooms or backseats or hallways or gardens.
And then he met someone new.
Standing in the corner at the most awkward party of his life, he found himself the sole male attendee of a baby shower and she found herself bored to tears with the tiresome trinkets being handed out. The look in her eye and the way her teeth teased the fleshy pillow of her bottom lip was familiar, and he found himself nodding towards the supply closet. At her confused look he backed off, stuffing a small quiche into his mouth. She giggled shyly in the parking lot, asking him to follow her in his car, and meeting him at the most retro ice cream parlor he'd ever seen.
Three months later, she graced his bedsheets with her presence for the first time, donning flannel pajamas.
And he loved her.
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Ready? Set? Go.
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Problem Girl --Rob Thomas
On their first day in town, his mother decides that he should be the one to take a walk to the Chinese restaurant down the block since the car is nearly out of gas. He meets a girl halfway there, sprawled out on the sidewalk with her limbs carefully positioned inside a bright pink chalk outline and her eyes closed.
"I really hope you're not dead."
Her eyes, bright green, flutter open. "I'm not dead. I'm just a weekend art project."
He nods and keeps walking, glancing back once he reaches the corner to see her propping herself up onto her elbows and peering after him. On his way back, the weight of the brown bag of food pulling at his fingers, the outline remains but she is gone.
Monday means his first day at a new school.
"She's crazy."
She's sitting in the back of the room every time he enters a new class.
"She's totally nuts."
He tries to catch her eye, but she shakes her head, pulling the woolen beanie down on her forehead.
The next Friday, he calls, asking her to come over. When she gets to his house, he's sprawled on the driveway with ketchup leaking off his throat.
She grins. "I see you, too, have become a weekend art project."
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I Can Feel Your Heartbeat--The Partridge Family
The room goes silent to his ears the instant she walks through the front door, the royal blue dress fluttering around her knees with every purposeful step of her stiletto heels. He turns in his chair, every cell in his body pulling after her as she sashays into the kitchen. He follows her, but she's already gone. He checks every room of the house, finally finding her in the room that was housing the indoor pool.
He watches through the door as she allows the dress to drop to the ground, revealing two thin strips of lace that he assumes are meant to be some sort of undergarments. She wades into the water, easing herself down the steps and towards the deep end until her breasts are brushing the surface. Lifting a hand into the air without even turning around, she beckons for him.
He doesn't feel embarrassed at being caught watching her. Instead, his legs and hands have minds of their own as they push open the door and leave him teetering at the edge of the pool. She giggles to herself and finally turns around, cocking her head to the side.
"You coming in or not?"
He kicks his shoes off, jumping into the clear water fully clothed.
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Ocean Avenue--Yellowcard
He grins at her and she reclines against the windshield, stretching her legs out on the hood of the car.
"When we graduate, I'm so out of here."
She giggles, adjusting the strap on her bikini top. "Oh, really? You're just gonna drop everything and run?"
He shakes his head. "Of course not. I'm going to hijack the car, kidnap you, and then run."
"That's more like it."
Looking down at his hands, he kicks his feet against the calm surface of the lake. The warped wood on the pier hurts the back of his calves, and he winces. His raises his gaze to the sky, watching the sun begin to dip below the horizon, splashing the clouds with vibrant shades of pink and purple, colors she had in t-shirts, he remembers.
He remembers a lot of things.
He remembers the way she made him drive to the shore on the sunniest day of the year, leaving the sun roof open. He remembers the way she refused to drink anything but hot chocolate after the twenty-first of December. He remembers how she looked in her graduation cap, the royal blue fitting so neatly over her wavy hair. He remembers the look on her face when his car rolled up in front of her house, the back seat filled with his suitcases.
He remembers hijacking the car and running.
He remembers watching her shrink in the rear-view mirror, thoroughly un-kidnapped.
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Love Story--Taylor Swift
"I think I've always loved you."
He chuckles. "That's a lie if I've ever heard one. The first time I met you, you totally hated me."
"It was three in the morning," she reminds him. "And you threw a rock through my open window. And it hit me. In the head."
He shrugs, gently suckling on the underside of her jaw. "Details, details."
"But I wasn't the one who hated you. My father hated you." She threads her fingers through his hair, her eyes fluttering shut as he eased her back up against the trellis in the garden.
"True. He did. Very much."
"Still does."
"Liar."
She tugs on his hair.
"No, seriously, you're a liar."
"And you would know that how?"
He grins against her ear. "He already gave me permission to propose."
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If I Can't Love Her--Original Beauty and the Beast Broadway Cast
She walks into the restaurant with another man's hand resting against her lower back, his tie matching suspiciously with the shade of her dress. Her heels click on the hardwood floor as she crosses towards their table, the ring on her fourth finger glinting in the dim light. He pulls out her chair and she smooths out the skirt of her dress before accepting the seat, grinning at everyone else seating around the table.
Everyone except for the man with bright green eyes and a broken heart.
The other man sits beside her, taking her wrist between his fingers as the waiters begin placing appetizers on the table. The fact that they're nearly a half hour late seems to bother neither of them as they whisper giddily between themselves and exchange small kisses. A waiter's hand shoots between their heads to place a dish of fried calamari down, and the man with bright green eyes grins for the first time that night.
She only spares him a glance when a waiter brings him her order accidentally.
"Hello," he says. "Congratulations on your engagement."
She tucks her hand uncomfortably beneath the table. "Thank you." Her fiance excuses himself to the restroom.
"I don't suppose I'll be invited to the wedding."
She shrugs. "Would you want to be?"
Impaling a piece of squid on the prongs of his fork, he shakes his head. "No. I guess not."
"I didn't think so."
"I'm moving away."
She stops trying to spear a rather flat lettuce leaf. "I... I heard."
"Across the country, actually. And I'm probably not coming back."
Her fiance returns to the table.
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Everywhere--Michelle Branch
Wandering into the living room of his apartment, she finds her breath being taken away by the two entirely glass walls of windows.
"This is an incredible view."
He chuckles, leaning back against the arm of the couch. "Yeah, I know. It cost me a pretty penny."
"I'll bet." She presses her palm against the glass, gazing out over the busy streets of the city.
"I'm going to make you clean that later."
Turning to face him, she takes several deep breaths, her hand firmly planted against the thickly-plated glass. "I missed you. I thought about all the time. I almost got fired three times because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I saw you everywhere I went. It was horrible."
"Sorry I'm so haunting."
She shakes her head. "No. It was horrible because I saw you everywhere, and I had no idea if you saw me, too."
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S.E.X.--Nickelback
He only knows three things.
Short, hard, fast.
That's how things were with her.
When he brought her down into his best friend's basement, he received several pats on the back and congratulatory remarks as she bent down to pull a beer out of the cooler on the floor, exposing the backs of her toned thighs to everyone. Within the next twelve minutes, she pulled him into the closet and tugged open his fly, sighing with relief that she forgot to put on underwear. His friends stared jealously as they exited the closet with new bruises and wrinkles in their clothing, but all he wondered was how a person could possibly forget to put on underwear.
She dumped him after three months of non-stop sessions in closets or garages or laundry rooms or backseats or hallways or gardens.
And then he met someone new.
Standing in the corner at the most awkward party of his life, he found himself the sole male attendee of a baby shower and she found herself bored to tears with the tiresome trinkets being handed out. The look in her eye and the way her teeth teased the fleshy pillow of her bottom lip was familiar, and he found himself nodding towards the supply closet. At her confused look he backed off, stuffing a small quiche into his mouth. She giggled shyly in the parking lot, asking him to follow her in his car, and meeting him at the most retro ice cream parlor he'd ever seen.
Three months later, she graced his bedsheets with her presence for the first time, donning flannel pajamas.
And he loved her.
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