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here's some more :) its not really in order..... Megan is the female main character. I had her intro written, but I don't really like it.
It was raining the day Connor met Brady. Connor had left his umbrella in the stand by the door of his apartment, not reading the newspaper he picks up from the doorway every morning (that he’s there) to check the weather report, and Mindy, having spent the night at her own place, wasn’t there to be his personal weather woman. Connor was ten minutes late for the appointment his secretary had set up for an hour after the time she had told Connor himself, so ten minutes was the most he was late, rather than the hour he had thought as he ran across traffic in the rain.
Brady had been warned to Mr. Collin’s tardiness, and spent the ten minutes thinking of how nice and strong a name like “Connor” was. It was something that could go either way. “Connor” could be a complete nerd who owned comic books and lived at his parents. “Connor” could be a sports hero with a trophy wife. “Brady” could be a five-year-old who ate glue.
The day Megan heard the song she was at a party. A cute boy had seen her from across the room and asked her to be his beer pong partner for the next game. They were standing there, talking and flirting, when the song caught Megan’s attention, and she looked to the right of… Brady, that’s what he said his name was, and listened to the words.
It was a song about a girl who broke a boy’s heart. It was just pop-y enough for a party atmosphere, but would be on soft rock stations right after Backstreet Boys for years to come once the popularity of it died down. The lyrics were deep and powerful. You could tell he had loved her, and she had left him without a second thought. Megan made a mental note of one of the lyrics to Google when she returned to her dorm room that night (or next morning).
Brady had noticed her change in focus. “Like the song?” He asked.
Megan smiled, looking back at him. “Yeah, sorry, it was so pretty. I have to find out who sings it later.”
“Oh, it’s some new band from the area actually. They graduated from a high school right by me just last year. I guess they had a pretty big fan base back at home, ‘cause they got signed in a heartbeat almost. The music industry will sign anyone these days with MySpace and stuff I guess.” Brady informed her, trying to impress her with his knowledge.
Megan rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I know, right? It’s like anyone can be in a band these days. But at the same time, you have to be able to last. One hit wonders are frequent these days, but some bands can really stand the test of time. These guys don’t sound like sell outs, you can tell their hearts are in it, I think.”
Brady looked at the girl before him. She has a blue Solo cup of beer from the keg in a hand covered in rings. There was a yellow bracelet on her wrist with pictures of Paris on it. Her brown hair was brushing her shoulders with blonde streaming through. Her bangs hung just at the lid of her eyes, and would occasionally get caught in her eye lashes when she blinked. Her eyes were light green, the prettiest he’d ever seen. Her smile was genuine, and contagious. She wore a yellow shirt that tied at the waist and hung to her thighs. A jean skirt hung just an inch under, and a pair of beat up flip-flops showed off her pedicured toes. She didn’t look like she’d have anything to say about music besides “Oh my God, Katy Perry’s I Kissed a Girl is so my favorite song!” He was pleasantly surprised in her obvious interest in real music.
“Well, Five Days Later’s becoming a pretty big hit so, I guess we’ll see where it takes them,” Brady said. "I guess that Megan girl really fucked him up, though..."
Megan tilted her head, thinking she heard wrong. “Excuse me?”
Brady tilted his head back at her, confused. “Megan? It’s the name of girl they mention in the song.”
Megan’s breath caught. She had not told Brady her name, so he didn’t see the coincidence. Of course songs are written about girls, and there are more than one Megan’s in the world. It’s crazy to think this song could possibly be about her. It’s probably someone far more pretty, in the classic and tragic way. The kind of girl every other girl wants to be, and every guy tries to be with. No one would write a song about her.
“So, where are you from?” Brady asked, changing the subject. He got the feeling he was failing, and there was no way he was letting this girl go easy.
Distractedly Megan answered, “Maple Grove, about an hour from here.”
Brady laughed. “No way! Did you go to South or North?”
Megan raised her eye brows at his new found humor in her hometown. “North…” She said apprehensively, dragging out the ‘or’ sound. “Why?”
“That’s where these guys went! Backseat something… Did you know a Mathew Lena? He’s the singer.” Brady continued to laugh to himself. He could potentially know someone who knows someone famous. How cool is that?
Megan’s face dropped. She stared at Brady. “Mathew Lena?” She asked. “Mathew Lena?” She said again, still trying to grasp the fact. “My Mathew Lena?”
“Oh my God, you know him!?” Brady looked like he was going to piss himself with joy. “That’s so cool! What was he like in high school? Did you know him really well? Do you know who Megan is?”
Megan was still staring at Brady. She half heard his questions. She was still trying to understand. Mathew Lena wrote a song about a girl named Megan… Mathew Lena wrote a song that is playing on the radio about a girl named Megan… with the saddest, prettiest lyrics… Mathew Lena wrote a song about her.
“I’m Megan,” she whispered, dropping her eyes to look into her cup. She downed the full glass and turned to go refill.
Brady slouched as he watched the girl walk away. She has a nice ass, he had to admit. And those legs, dear Lord! He didn’t know legs like that existed outside of magazines. He didn’t hear what she said last, but he was guessing things didn’t end well with Mathew Lena. Having gone to a high school only two towns over, Brady had heard the band before they got big, but had never met any of the members. They always seemed like chill guys, so he couldn’t imagine he had ever done anything to this beautiful girl.
Roger Mays come up to Brady, pumping shoulders with him to get his attention. “She so hot man,” he said, referring to Megan. “She’s in my Pols class.”
Roger was Brady’s roommate and friend from high school. “Do you remember that band from Maple Grove? The one that got big with that song, Five Days Later?” Brady looked toward the kitchen, trying to spot the girl in the crowd.
Roger shrugged and took a sip of beer. “Sure man, they just played the song. Wanna know something weird? That girl’s name is Megan too.”
Brady turned to his friend with wide eyes. “Dude, she was from Maple Grove and knew Mathew Lena.”
Roger’s eyes got wide in suit. “Dude!” He laughed, “You just hit on the girl in the song! She’s famous man! Every girl wants to be her,” He took another sip of beer. “That’s just crazy.”
As Roger walked away to tell everyone the girl from the song is here, and to put it back on, Brady saw Megan grab a girls hand and slip out the back door. He watched as the two girls paused to light cigarettes and start walking, Megan talking animatedly to her friend, probably telling the story of how she came to be the girl in the song.
It was raining the day Connor met Brady. Connor had left his umbrella in the stand by the door of his apartment, not reading the newspaper he picks up from the doorway every morning (that he’s there) to check the weather report, and Mindy, having spent the night at her own place, wasn’t there to be his personal weather woman. Connor was ten minutes late for the appointment his secretary had set up for an hour after the time she had told Connor himself, so ten minutes was the most he was late, rather than the hour he had thought as he ran across traffic in the rain.
Brady had been warned to Mr. Collin’s tardiness, and spent the ten minutes thinking of how nice and strong a name like “Connor” was. It was something that could go either way. “Connor” could be a complete nerd who owned comic books and lived at his parents. “Connor” could be a sports hero with a trophy wife. “Brady” could be a five-year-old who ate glue.
The day Megan heard the song she was at a party. A cute boy had seen her from across the room and asked her to be his beer pong partner for the next game. They were standing there, talking and flirting, when the song caught Megan’s attention, and she looked to the right of… Brady, that’s what he said his name was, and listened to the words.
It was a song about a girl who broke a boy’s heart. It was just pop-y enough for a party atmosphere, but would be on soft rock stations right after Backstreet Boys for years to come once the popularity of it died down. The lyrics were deep and powerful. You could tell he had loved her, and she had left him without a second thought. Megan made a mental note of one of the lyrics to Google when she returned to her dorm room that night (or next morning).
Brady had noticed her change in focus. “Like the song?” He asked.
Megan smiled, looking back at him. “Yeah, sorry, it was so pretty. I have to find out who sings it later.”
“Oh, it’s some new band from the area actually. They graduated from a high school right by me just last year. I guess they had a pretty big fan base back at home, ‘cause they got signed in a heartbeat almost. The music industry will sign anyone these days with MySpace and stuff I guess.” Brady informed her, trying to impress her with his knowledge.
Megan rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I know, right? It’s like anyone can be in a band these days. But at the same time, you have to be able to last. One hit wonders are frequent these days, but some bands can really stand the test of time. These guys don’t sound like sell outs, you can tell their hearts are in it, I think.”
Brady looked at the girl before him. She has a blue Solo cup of beer from the keg in a hand covered in rings. There was a yellow bracelet on her wrist with pictures of Paris on it. Her brown hair was brushing her shoulders with blonde streaming through. Her bangs hung just at the lid of her eyes, and would occasionally get caught in her eye lashes when she blinked. Her eyes were light green, the prettiest he’d ever seen. Her smile was genuine, and contagious. She wore a yellow shirt that tied at the waist and hung to her thighs. A jean skirt hung just an inch under, and a pair of beat up flip-flops showed off her pedicured toes. She didn’t look like she’d have anything to say about music besides “Oh my God, Katy Perry’s I Kissed a Girl is so my favorite song!” He was pleasantly surprised in her obvious interest in real music.
“Well, Five Days Later’s becoming a pretty big hit so, I guess we’ll see where it takes them,” Brady said. "I guess that Megan girl really fucked him up, though..."
Megan tilted her head, thinking she heard wrong. “Excuse me?”
Brady tilted his head back at her, confused. “Megan? It’s the name of girl they mention in the song.”
Megan’s breath caught. She had not told Brady her name, so he didn’t see the coincidence. Of course songs are written about girls, and there are more than one Megan’s in the world. It’s crazy to think this song could possibly be about her. It’s probably someone far more pretty, in the classic and tragic way. The kind of girl every other girl wants to be, and every guy tries to be with. No one would write a song about her.
“So, where are you from?” Brady asked, changing the subject. He got the feeling he was failing, and there was no way he was letting this girl go easy.
Distractedly Megan answered, “Maple Grove, about an hour from here.”
Brady laughed. “No way! Did you go to South or North?”
Megan raised her eye brows at his new found humor in her hometown. “North…” She said apprehensively, dragging out the ‘or’ sound. “Why?”
“That’s where these guys went! Backseat something… Did you know a Mathew Lena? He’s the singer.” Brady continued to laugh to himself. He could potentially know someone who knows someone famous. How cool is that?
Megan’s face dropped. She stared at Brady. “Mathew Lena?” She asked. “Mathew Lena?” She said again, still trying to grasp the fact. “My Mathew Lena?”
“Oh my God, you know him!?” Brady looked like he was going to piss himself with joy. “That’s so cool! What was he like in high school? Did you know him really well? Do you know who Megan is?”
Megan was still staring at Brady. She half heard his questions. She was still trying to understand. Mathew Lena wrote a song about a girl named Megan… Mathew Lena wrote a song that is playing on the radio about a girl named Megan… with the saddest, prettiest lyrics… Mathew Lena wrote a song about her.
“I’m Megan,” she whispered, dropping her eyes to look into her cup. She downed the full glass and turned to go refill.
Brady slouched as he watched the girl walk away. She has a nice ass, he had to admit. And those legs, dear Lord! He didn’t know legs like that existed outside of magazines. He didn’t hear what she said last, but he was guessing things didn’t end well with Mathew Lena. Having gone to a high school only two towns over, Brady had heard the band before they got big, but had never met any of the members. They always seemed like chill guys, so he couldn’t imagine he had ever done anything to this beautiful girl.
Roger Mays come up to Brady, pumping shoulders with him to get his attention. “She so hot man,” he said, referring to Megan. “She’s in my Pols class.”
Roger was Brady’s roommate and friend from high school. “Do you remember that band from Maple Grove? The one that got big with that song, Five Days Later?” Brady looked toward the kitchen, trying to spot the girl in the crowd.
Roger shrugged and took a sip of beer. “Sure man, they just played the song. Wanna know something weird? That girl’s name is Megan too.”
Brady turned to his friend with wide eyes. “Dude, she was from Maple Grove and knew Mathew Lena.”
Roger’s eyes got wide in suit. “Dude!” He laughed, “You just hit on the girl in the song! She’s famous man! Every girl wants to be her,” He took another sip of beer. “That’s just crazy.”
As Roger walked away to tell everyone the girl from the song is here, and to put it back on, Brady saw Megan grab a girls hand and slip out the back door. He watched as the two girls paused to light cigarettes and start walking, Megan talking animatedly to her friend, probably telling the story of how she came to be the girl in the song.