Shop and sing(Caroline)

[mooshu]

Here we go again, I feel the chemicals kickin’ in
It’s getting heavy and I want to run and hide

I do it every time, you're killing me now
I won’t be denied by you, the animal inside of you[/center][/font]

He closed his book and threw the pencil in his hand onto the table. He looked at the clock on the wall across from him and groaned. He had been doing homework for three hours. Letting his head hit the table he let out a groan, ignoring the snickers from a couple of the members of his family as he stood up. He stood up and grabbed his coat before leaving the house all together.

He pulled out the keys to his car and hopped in. He wanted to get something to eat and they didn't keep too much food in the house since it would go bad-even though he had a large appetite- and he would go out to eat in town. Deciding on a small restaurant he parked his car and got out. His brown eyes scanned the windows of the building, not too many people, that was good, he didn't have to wait too long to get seated.

Putting his hands into his leather jacket he entered the building. It was weird, he felt like he had that bad boy look to him just because of the jacket. Castiel entered the small place and nodded to the hostess. She smiled at him and showed him to a seat. He thanked her and watched her go off. He didn't understand some girls some times, they were confusing sometimes. He ordered and ate his food before paying and leaving.

He combed a hand through his hair and thought about where he wanted to go next. He could go to the lake. He frowned at the thought, he'd gone surfing earlier and he was without a doubt not going to lose himself again to the waves. He decided that driving around town was his best bet. He got back into his car and started to drive around. His music was loud and he was too busy looking at a guitar shop to pay attention to the road. He pulled over and went inside the shop to look around, they had all sorts of different instruments."Looks like this could use a little work," he said picking up a beat up guitar.

Castiel's ears perked up when the sound of the bell from the back and then from the front. He shook his head and pushed away the thoughts. He had to stop being so cautious and intense with his listening.

What are you waiting for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight !

Words;; 402
Tagged ;; Caroline
Outfit;;black graphic tee with a skull design on it under a leather jacket and a pair of jeans with red high top converse.
Lyrics;;Neon Trees---Animal
Credit;;Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ;;thought it would be interesting?[/right][/size]

[caroline]

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. It had been a long night, and she was sure anyone could tell by the dark circles under her eyes. She’d been up late, wanting to surprise her mom when she got home from her trip to Phoenix. She never came, though, and after a while Caroline got irritated, irritation that soon turned to concern. She tried to call several times, but went straight to voicemail. After a couple of hours, her mom called back, saying that it had been a change in plans, and she had to stay another week or so to work on an article. Work was her mom’s one and true love.
Caroline sighed and dabbed some concealer on, put on some blush and mascara, and suddenly she looked as fresh as she normally did. After pulling her hair up in a messy bun, she made her way in to her bedroom to rummage through the closet. It wasn’t warm outside, but not cool either, so she picked a pair of black jeans, a black tank top and a blue cardigan.

She decided to go out to do some quick shopping. She made a list of things needed in the house, such as shampoo and milk, and after eying the old guitar leaning against the far wall, she quickly added ‘guitar chord book’ to her list. She knew forks had a small guitar shop she could stop by. She hadn’t played in years, not since her dad died. She’d simply just forgotten.

Caroline had never been to the guitar shop before, but it pretty much looked like she’d thought it would; guitars and guitar equipment were everywhere, as well as posters of bands she’d never even heard about decorated the walls. There was no one in sight though, so she followed the sound of someone playing softly further into the store. There was a dark haired boy there, maybe a year or two older than her. He was pretty good at playing too, so maybe he worked there.
She cleared her throat, not to get attention, but so her voice could be clear and not husky when she spoke. “Um, hi. That sounds pretty good.” She started off awkwardly. “I-I could use some help. Do you work here?” she blushed as she asked.