The ruin of many a poor boy--{Noah}

[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and god I know I'm one my mother was a tailor she sewed my new blue jeans ►oh mother Audrey winced as the chilly morning breeze whipped at her loose blonde hair. The grounds were quiet. It was early on a Saturday morning and the majority of the studious girl’s peers were tucked away in their cozy dormitories. Audrey wasn’t immune to fatigue, but her desire for routine exercise outweighed her need for restful sleep. Thus, she pressed onward, ignoring the dew and stray blades of grass begging to collect at the heels of her rubbery rain boots. Audrey hummed softly to herself, listening to the almost tangible sounds of the Animals playing live. She didn’t really appreciate the top forty music of the past decade—As far as she was concerned, the theatricality of modern pop had replaced the mechanical skill required to create the true music of numerous years past. Finally, as Hadley’s Cup O’ Joe appeared in the distance, the frail ballerina felt removed enough from campus to light a cigarette. She would be so embarrassed if she were caught puffing away in front of a faculty member—Not only was smoking banned, but it was also a nasty and base habit. Carefully, Audrey fished into her canvas tote bag and retrieved a cigarette from its stiff packaging. She propped it between her plush lips effortlessly, and pulled out her petite Zippo lighter. Under ordinary circumstance, Audrey would simply light a match as she pressed on. However, because of the unyielding winds, that simply wasn’t possible. “Fucking work…” she whispered angrily, striking her lighter mercilessly as she held it to the very tip of her cigarette. Thankfully she avoided setting her hair on fire; during her freshman year, there was an unfortunate accident that was provoked through combining impatience and fire… Needless to say, Audrey was not a fan of cropped haircuts… Sucking greedily at the end of her cigarette, Audrey’s nerves were instantaneously calmed at the nicotine rushed through her veins. She tugged tightly at her scarf, reaffirming its snugness as she exhaled a plume of curling grey smoke. “Finally…” she sighed, now approaching the seemingly empty coffee shop. She laid her bag down on its front stoop and took a seat on a step, stretching out her gangly limbs and taking another hearty drag. “Now, to get some work done in silence with the help of delicious coffee…” As she threw her head back and invited the early sunlight to beat against her pale skin, the young woman finished up her cigarette. She allowed her last inhale to rush from her nostrils and then buried the remains into the soil of a neighboring flower arrangement. Afterward, the fragile blonde began to fuss, tucking stray pieces of loose hair behind her ears and furiously wiping her hands to remove any remnants of the Earth’s filth. Once the girl had reached a satisfying level of cleanliness, she picked up her purse and approached the door, extending a palm to its wooden exterior and pushing it open. The welcoming bell rang. Casually, Audrey strolled toward the front, placing two dollars on the counter with a smile. The barista nodded, muttering a sleepy “Good morning” before she proceeded to prepare the sixteen year old her usual order; French roast, black. As the ballerina waited, she subconsciously moved her feet into third position, swaying slightly as she tapped her beige nails against the wooden counter. Fortunately, she was the only customer present, so the shop would remain quiet for the next couple of hours. Surprisingly, the blonde had found herself to be incorrect; the tinny bell rang once more, and she heard the powerful footsteps of figure that she presumed to be male, although this person could also be a woman with exceptionally large feet. Regardless, Audrey remained fixated on the barista’s lazy motions, hoping if she avoided eye contact, she could avoid interaction all together. If only she could be so lucky… tell your children not to do what i have done TAGS: TORI/NOAH , WORDS: 644 , LYRICS: THE ANIMALS - HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[noahfox]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THIS IS THE FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE I SWEAR I WAS BORN RIGHT IN THE DOORWAY The Words: 507 The Tag: Viola/Audrey The Notes lala Morning was Noah's favorite time of day. The way the sun beams peaked behind trees and made the whole world shine. He loved the birds that landed just outside his window and started chirping away. He loved the smell of dew on the grass and the way it caught the light. He loved the stillness of the world in the early morning hours. To put it simply, Noah was a morning person. Whether it was Monday and time for class or Saturday and he was trying to get a cup of coffee, Noah was always up at the first sight of dawn. The junior decided his first order of business would be to explore. He was a transfer student from some unknown school in Michigan and was now attending Mayview Academy, a school for the stuck-up and rich. Noah had to find a place off campus to escape. A bookstore, a coffee shop, anywhere to escape the critical eyes of his peers. He knew how it would go. Once the students found out he was at Mayview on scholarship, they would disregard him entirely. He was poor, white trash to them which would make for harsh studying conditions. Noah pulled his coat tighter against his body as he made his way down the pavement. Turing the corner, he laid his eyes on a small coffee shop named Hadley's Cup O' Joe. While Noah was definitely a morning person, he couldn't get through the day without his cup of coffee. He decided he would order a cup of coffee, maybe speak with some of the locals, then continue his exploration after he got some more information about Mayview. Noah pulled the door handle to the quaint little place. He had expected it to be bustling with businessmen trying to get to work, students studying, and ordinary people just trying to get a cup of coffee. In reality, there were only two other people in the coffee shop besides him and one was the barista on duty. With a small, disappointed sigh, Noah made his way to the counter. Standing there waiting was a small, teenage girl practicing what looked like ballet to him. She appeared to be in a world of her own as her feet moved in impossible positions. The barista was busy making the teen's drink. The smell of coffee beans filled the air mixed with a whiff of cigarette smoke. Noah leaned against the counter and watched the blonde move. He was she that she had noticed him. The bell had rung when e opened the door and he was the only other person in the coffee shop besides the employee. Besides, he was kind of hard to miss at 6'3". "Do you always practice in coffee shops?" Noah finally spoke up. The coffee shop wasn't filled with locals like he had hoped, but it was filled with one and she seemed to be around his age. Maybe she attended a nearby school and would be able to give him some insight on Hadley, Michigan. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and god I know I'm one my mother was a tailor she sewed my new blue jeans ►oh mother The girl maintained her position as the unknown male drew nearer, her posture upright as she sensed him leaning onto the counter space just beside her. She held her breath, unsure whether or not he would make idle conversation; most people who came to the coffee shop this early were groggy and looking for an early pick-me-up, but for whatever reason, the sixteen year old got the impression that this boy wasn’t like most people. The blonde tilted her head at the sound of his voice. ”Do you always practice in coffee shops?”

[/i] Audrey was used to this sort of commentary whenever she practiced publically, but once she caught her first glimpse of the boy who spoke these words to her, her cheeks burned bright red and she shuffled her little feet into a more ordinary position. The teen was aggressively good-looking, the type of All-American handsome that was carved from endless cornfields and Tennessee whiskey. She bit her bottom lip, struggling to meet his eyes as she spoke softly, ”Yeah, I sort of have to practice all the time…”

Audrey then giggled nervously, oblivious for a moment as the barista had finally returned with a mug of freshly brewed coffee. Hadley’s Cup O’ Joe was one of those great local shops that abstained from using the artifices of chains like Starbucks and Second Cup; instead of hanging mass-produced black and white photography, there were quaint wooden wall hangings that read things like, “B.Y.O.M: Bring your own mug!” or “Home is where the coffee is!” Most importantly, everything was priced modestly.

The twenty-something year old girl cleared her throat, which caused the awestruck ballerina to turn her attention back toward the young woman as she gently let the cup down directly in front of her. Audrey’s skinny fingers reached for the handle of the mug, and she nodded toward the barista, gesturing that the girl keep the change. Audrey wasn’t exactly generous, she actually just hated having coins rolling around in her purse; it just felt messy.

As she stepped away from the counter, she shifted her figure so that she faced Noah, offering the boy her free hand, her palm still cold from the long walk over, ”I’m Audrey, by the way.” She gave a genuine smile, assuming the boy must be local to the area; Audrey was a transfer student, so she didn’t know everyone yet, but there was no way that she could over look a face that stunning.


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tell your children not to do what i have done

TAGS: JACOB YOUNG IS TOO CUTE UNF,
WORDS: 412 ,
LYRICS: THE ANIMALS - HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN ,
OUTFIT: HERE

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[noahfox]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THIS IS THE FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE I SWEAR I WAS BORN RIGHT IN THE DOORWAY The Words: 507 The Tag: Viola/Audrey The Notes lala Noah watched the girl's movements very closely. Her small frame moved gracefully as she switched from a ballerina stance to a normal-person-who-can't-do-that-thing-with-their-feet stance. The new kid hadn't meant to stare, but the way her body moved was indeed mesmerizing. Plus, the ballerina's features were striking. Her blue eyes held such intensity and were aided by her perfectly groomed eyebrows. [Her hair fell around her face and down her back. Her skin was flawless and lookked so soft. Noah could just reach out and stroke her cheek... "I'm Audrey, by the way" Noah snapped out of the trance that Audrey had somehow managed to put on him. He smiled warmly and extended a firm hand. In comparison, her hand dwarfed his. She really was a tiny little thing, almost unnaturally. Noah couldn't help but be taken in by the mysterious girl that practiced ballet in the middle of a coffee shop. "Noah. It's nice to meet you Audrey. I can honestly say I wasn't expecting to meet such a friendly face so early in the morning or in this town at all for that matter." Hadley, Michigan was a small town and nothing like his hometown Nebraska. Then again, his hometown was poor man's land. His home was crumbling around him. The lawn had dead plants everywhere with weeds taking their place. Their electricity often went out since his father rarely remembered to pay the electric bills. Even then, his house was one of the nicer ones in the neighborhood. Hadley, Michigan was a drastic change. All the homes were new or kept up to date. The HOA's ensured that everyone's lawn could win a best lawn award. The shops were all super quaint. Even the bad parts of town were kind of nice. In such a rich person town, Noah had expected to meet a bunch of snobs. "Pick my drink." Noah smiled down at Audrey. She seemed like the kind of person that had a regular drink. Probably something with a lot of shots of espresso in order to wake her up. Noah rarely tried the same thing twice. He loved trying new things. Whenever he had the chance to go to a restaurant, he would ask the waiter to surprise him. He held a job at a local diner back in his hometown and he would experiment with cooking up new dishes and making new drinks. As a result, he was fired. Audrey was a new face. She hadn't the slightest clue of his history and he intended to keep it that way. Everyone back home always stared at him. He was the son of the drunkard that killed his wife in a car crash. Everyone looked at him with such sad eyes. They felt sorry for him, but never long enough to help him. Besides, most of the citizens of his hometown were too busy fixing their own fucked up lives. Hadley was a new start and he decided that Audrey would help him with that. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and god I know I'm one my mother was a tailor she sewed my new blue jeans ►oh mother The new boy’s hand felt exactly as she had imagined it would, calloused and strong. Audrey wasn’t used to feeling diminutive in the presence of another student; at 5’8”, she was used to towering over plenty of her female classmates, but this boy had at least five or six inches on her. Reluctant to let go, Audrey slowly pulled away as she gripped the handle of her mug, the steam emanating from the dark beverage floating gently between the teens’ faces. "Noah. It’s nice to meet you Audrey. I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting to meet such a friendly face so early in the morning or in this town at all for that matter.”

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The ballerina resisted a blush, genuinely surprised that this handsome young stranger had described her face as ‘friendly.’ Audrey was used to being told that she was an ice queen, a cold and calculating perfectionist who held no regard for the feelings of others. Sure, the girl was guarded, but she was still capable of experiencing compassion; she just had trouble showing it. ”Yeah, she nodded, understanding where the teen was coming from, "Hadley is ripe with jerks.”

Similarly to Noah, Audrey was reasonably new to Mayview, and she too was having trouble adjusting to the per-established social hierarchy of the academy. The fragile blonde experienced a few days of popularity in the beginning of the school year, but pretty quickly she was discovered to be a ‘freak,’ and was promptly cast aside by the chosen ones. The sixteen year old wasn’t too upset about it, she just wished that they would stop writing such vulgar and malicious things about her on the bathroom walls; some of the comments were seriously getting out of control.

”Pick my drink.”[/i] Noah smiled down at the teeny blonde, making her insides melt just a bit. The young girl popped her tongue into her cheek, thinking as she analyzed the adorable seventeen year old that stood before her. He had an oddly simple style of dress compared to most of the guys in Hadley. Most of Audrey’s classmates we’re decked out head-to-toe in designer gear, so judging by his differing taste in fashion, he’d probably want a simpler caffeinated beverage. Additionally, the brunette didn’t seem like the type to worry about calories; his body appeared naturally lean beneath his modest clothing.

”Alright,” the ballerina began, drawing closer to Noah as she smiled cheerfully, resisting the urge to tug at his collar, ”You seem pretty sweet, so…” the blonde whipped her head around, calling out toward the barista who was probably bored by their predictable high school flirting, ”Get this new boy a vanilla latte, extra foam!”

For the first time in months, a grin played on Audrey’s lips for more than a moment, and an unusual sensation of joy rushed through her veins. She couldn’t articulate exactly why she felt this way, but she sensed that something about this boy was different, or special, and she was overwhelmed with the desire to learn everything about him. Turning back around, she lightly touched Noah’s shoulder, her eyes fluttering as she promised, ”You’re going to love it.”
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tell your children not to do what i have done

TAGS: LOVE THE BRIGHT EYES LYRICS,
WORDS: 526 ,
LYRICS: THE ANIMALS - HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN ,
OUTFIT: HERE

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