Wonderwall [Carter]

[ARISTOTLE LUNA WILLIAMS]

Ari sighed when the final bell for her rang. Psychology just seemed to drag on forever with those last few minutes. Then again, being stuck in a class for more than an hour seemed like it was never going to end; well, that was except for band class of course. Her teacher had asked her to pick up a brass instrument though which would be torture for her considering that brass instruments just blew their brains out half the time. At least most of them didn’t have egos like they did in high school, well, most of them anyways. The trumpets in jazz band acted like they were all high and mighty however. They acted like they could play any note invented. She played the highest note she could on the piano and half of them couldn’t even play above her highest note on flute. It was sad really knowing college trumpet players were falling behind nowadays. But, less obnoxious for her considering she showed every one of them up every now and then.

Anyways, after she got out of the classroom, she wondered what she could possibly do for the rest of the day. Considering it was also Friday, she could go out and party, but she didn’t really feel like being in a crowded room with a bunch of other people. She felt like she wanted to just relax for the night and enjoy the night and the stars. She sighed once again and walked out of the main building towards her car. Since she was no longer a freshman, she no longer had to live on campus. She lived in a small apartment, but it was just the right size for her. She drove her ass back to her apartment, grabbed a few things and headed just for the outskirts of town. There was an old stage called Blacklist that was used from time to time. She hadn’t been to it since she was a senior in high school, and she felt like she needed to go visit the old decrepit stage.

It took a good ten or fifteen minutes to get to, but it was worth it. She parked her car in the parking lot on the right side of the stage and got out. She opened the backseat and grabbed her guitar. It had been her dream to play on a stage since she was little; even though there was no audience, she would still enjoy it. She looked all around the stage and couldn’t seem to find a decent staircase that didn’t look like it was going to collapse when she stepped on the second or third step. She flung her guitar case up on the stage first and then hoisted herself onto the stage. She left the case there and walked around. The stage may have been old, but it was still really nice. The floor looked like it had been torn apart, but that’s probably just from bands setting instruments on fire throughout the years. She went to the center of the stage and looked out where the audience would be placed; the venue was huge and she just now realized it.

She went over to where her black case was located at and got her guitar out. She went back to the center and started to play chords. She closed her eyes and pretended that the drums and bass started to play. ”Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you. By now you should’ve somehow realized what you gotta do. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. Backbeat the word was on the street. That fire in your heart is out. I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. And all the roads we have to walk along are winding. And all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you. I don't know how. Because maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me. And after all, you're my wonderwall.” She continued to play and sing and finish off the song. It was the first song she’d ever learned on guitar and it never got old. She loved the British band so much and this had to be her favorite song in the entire world.

After she finished the song, she just stood there looking out and then just sat there. She laid her guitar down and laid on the stage looking up at the sky. It was getting close to night and the stars were starting to appear. Tonight was gonna be a good night.

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[CARTER BRONSON LINCOLN]

carter liked the old venue near west field, Colorado. going there made him...calm, just sitting on the stage and just..chilling. it cleared his mind, and that's what he usually needed half of the time. with his parents blowing up his phone, leaving messages about how they miss him. how he needs to come back home now to them, because he's apparently done something wrong. going to where he's living now. thank god they don't know where he lives, if they did..well, they'd be here by now begging him to come. he never liked his father, especially after he found out he had a love child. and who was the love child? a girl from his high school, who he had a crush on for the past...six years. after finding out about that, looking and admiring the girl felt..weird now. the things he day dreamed about with the two of them..he felt embarrassed now about day dreaming that. day dreaming of hugging her, giving her flowers, kissing her cheek. thoughts that he thought were utterly silly, and hopeless now felt that he was a total creeper.

being in westfield was nice, he liked it here. it was better than Detroit, not alot of..people around. not alot of rude people who flip you off alot, and especially not alot of homeless people roaming around begging for money. it wasn't a huge city, it was a small town. and that was something carter had always dreamed about living in, and that made him happy. he was never one for living in a big city with a bunch of people, and the smell of car exhaustion in the air every morning. he didn't like that, he liked smelling..fresh air in the morning. not smoke, and fast food joints. and it was nice not waking up to sirens in the middle of the night, or...sometimes the rare gun shots that could be heard on very rare nights. carter especially liked that, it seemed that he didn't have to fear for his safety here. that made him less paranoid.

but yes, he did..sort of miss it there. merely because he missed the friends that he had made there. he was a very...taken back person, and the friends he actually made stayed throughout the years of his high school years. they were good friends, and not seeing them made him feel so anti-social. carter's social skills weren't exactly...the best, and not that he had to restart making friends here in westfield, that pretty much sucked ass. that's for sure. but he was trying, and he made a few friends. but not like the same bond he had with his few good friends back in Detroit. though he hoped that soon enough he would find some good friends like back at home, and then maybe he would feel..like he belonged in westfeild. instead of feeling like a wanderer, a mere tourist to visit the cute little town. he took the key out of the ignition of his car, and sat there for a moment before getting out. slipping the car key into his jacket pocket and making his way to the venue, the stage. the name 'BLACKLIST' was faded on a poster board held above his head. he kicked at a piece of trash in front of him, and made his way farther in.

then he heard something, singing. he didn't know..who it was, but it sounded good. and..it was definitely girl. and instantly, by that fact, he grew instantly nervous. carter wasn't very good with girls, he wasn't smooth or charming. he didn't know how to flirt like the player's did. hell, he was a damn virgin. he obviously knew nothing about girls. he wish he did though. he kept in the shadows, trying to make out her figure in the dark. a few lights were on from the lamps, giving some light on the girl. he hesitantly stepped a little closer to the stage, squinting. focusing too much on seeing who she was, he tripped over his own feet and stumbled to regain his balance. hoping she wouldn't hear him or anything, he moved back into the shadows so she wouldn't see him. he felt...sort of like a creeper, watching her from the shadows. before he could worry anymore about himself and what he was doing, she finished playing. he stopped making any sound and watched for what she would do next.

carter saw her lay down on the stage, her guitar next to her. he attempted to swallow down his nervousness and he slowly made his way out of the shadows and to the stage. he shoved his hands in his pockets, and as he made his way closer to the stage and to the girl, he realized who she was. was it..aristotle? something like that..she was in his psychology class in college. now carter..well...he instantly blushed when he found out who she was. ever since psychology had started, he had noticed her out of every girl there. she was pretty, and she seemed..different from the other girls. and while they sat a distance away in class, he admired her from afar. "N-nice song.." he said, forcing a smile at her. nice song? that was all he could come up with? holy hell.

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[ARISTOTLE LUNA WILLIAMS]

Ari just looked up and admired the scattered stars across the big nighttime sky. She smiled and just felt at ease. No loud noises to disturb her. No random kids yelling down the street. Then again, this stage was kind of on the outskirts of the town and nobody came here at night. Probably too afraid of a hobo or something. Ari thought about it then. Hobos wouldn’t really hurt you unless they were psycho or something. If they had just been homeless for a few months however, they were just scared and didn’t know what to do. Then again, most homeless people just spent all their money on beer and cigarettes. She detested the smell of the gross smoke. She felt like she was going to get second hand smoking from smelling it down the street or something like that. But, that’s not what this was about. It was about her time to just relax. She wasn’t in her tiny apartment all alone. This was about getting out and doing what she wanted tonight. Whether that be stay out all-night or go back to her lonely apartment. She decided on staying out all night since it was Friday night and she had no classes tomorrow.

She started to think of Italy once again. The buildings in the city here were so tall and caused so much smoke, that you could barely see the sky. She had learned that one of the colors in the sunset was actually caused by pollution. She couldn’t recall which one it was however. Back in Italy, you could see everything in the sky. No buildings to block your view. She couldn’t wait to graduate from college. It just made her all excited inside to think that Jon would go with her. He was the only family she had nowadays. She would get a job someplace local and live there the rest of her life. She sighed and realized plans changed all the time. Tomorrow, something might change her plan and she may never get to go back to Verona. What if she fell in love with someone here and this person didn’t want to leave home? She shook her head at the thought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. All of a sudden, her mood was gone because she thought she heard something. It didn’t scare her, more like a slight startle. She jumped up and looked around and didn’t see anything or anyone and she laid back down on the stage.

She began hearing footsteps again. She sat up and saw a guy that looked oddly familiar. The shaggy hair made her think that it was someone from college. Then he began to say nice song. She smiled and realized that it was that boy from psychology class. Carter she believed his name was. ”Thank you.” She stood up and picked up her guitar. She went back to where her case was and put her baby in it. She then proceeded to the part of the stage that Carter was at. She sat down and looked at him. He was cute and she smiled. ”So, Carter,” she kind of said timidly, ”what brings you to this neck of town?” It was a good question though. Then again, her answer was ‘I just wanted to get out of my small ass apartment’. It’s not that she didn’t like her apartment; it’s just she felt lonely in it. She had many friends in college, but her apartment was the size of a decently large bedroom. More like a loft actually. She had a bedroom, a small kitchen, living room, and a bathroom. It wasn’t that bad for being cheap, but that was all right with her. As long as nothing broke on her, she would be okay with it. She tried to liven up the dull place with painting and colorful flowers during all seasons. It worked but then winter came and the flowers would stay alive for very long. At least the paintings were there.

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[CARTER BRONSON LINCOLN]

he felt so silly. merely because 'nice song' was all that he could come up with to start a conversation with a pretty girl. he could've said something more..charming and smooth, though that wasn't exactly carter. being smooth and charming. though i suppose he had his own sort of charm about him, a sort of awkward, shy charm that some girls picked up on and liked. but those girls were getting rare nowadays, because all girls want are guys like....the jersey shore guys or something. you know, the guys with all the muscle, and tattoo's. girls don't want guys with no muscle, and are seriously afraid of a tiny spider. girls want guys that can beat up anything for them if it's threatening. carter seriously thought for a a few split seconds one day, that he would go visit the gym and maybe get some muscle on him. he was a little on the scrawny side, plus he was tiny for his size. coming from a short family, his height was a mere five nine. in high school, the jocks always made fun of him for being so short. compared to them, he seemed like a midget. the jocks varying out to almost six foot five, of course carter would look like a midget next to them.

carter was glad his high school years were over now, which would ease the bullying. at least he hoped so. he hoped that people had grown up a little, and had come to accept him..and everyone else for that matter, for who they are. oh..carter could wish at least. he's seen some kids still get bullied on the college campus, and he's hoping his time won't be....ever. he was sick of being constantly teased everyday for..how tall he was, or how he totally failed at flirting, or how nerdy and awkward he was. weren't we all...young adults now? whatever, he couldn't stop anyone from talking and teasing him. but he can...avoid them? would that help? he wasn't sure if it would, what if they hunted him down..or cornered him? and there he went, going on a worrying rampant. he needed to stop this, and be..optimistic for once.

yes, carter was a optimistic person. but it was only for when his friends need a optimistic input on something. he was never really optimistic when it came to him. he never had the best luck..or the best balance for that matter. but he tried to live with what...god sadly gave him. anyways..

god she was pretty. carter didn't know what to do with himself right now. keep his hands in his pockets? lean casually against the stage? what. the. fuck. was he going to do with himself? anything he did he seemed silly doing so. the thing getting in carter's way of maybe being a little charming was how much he seemed to worry about the things he did. he let out a small sigh, something inaudible for ari to hear. "Your welcome.." he said shyly, beaming a little. she was speaking back to him, well..that was a start, wasn't it? usually, girls blew him off. so this...this was a very good start for carter. then..she said his name. wait wait wait..she..knew his name? oh jeez, that made him even more happier. a girl..actually knew his name. often, girls would call him carson, or just forget his name all together. and call him, 'that boy' all the time. he grew used to it.

he shrugged, looking down at his feet for a moment before looking back at her. trying to keep his eyes on her, instead of being so damn shy all the time. "I like it here, it's quiet." carter said, kicked a rock merely to look like he was doing something. "Sometimes I'll come here and mess with my guitar on the stage...sorta like you did." he smiled at her, motioning to her guitar a little as he talked. "I haven't been here in awhile though...last time i came here, a hobo asked me for money and almost broke my car window.." he trailed off, looking around the area around him. just in case that hobo wasn't around somewhere.

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[ARISTOTLE LUNA WILLIAMS]

Ari had never really talked to Carter at school that much. She felt bad for it because he seemed like a really nice guy. He was super shy, but that’s what Ari liked. All the big tough guys were just too stupid and stereotypical for her. You could rarely find a guy these days without a tattoo or a big attitude. She swore that some of the guys were worse than girls on the attitude situation. She looked at Carter. She saw no signs of tattoos, not six pack, or anything. Good. She didn’t know why, but that’s the kind of guy she was attracted to more. They just seemed to interest her more than the big muscle guys. All the girls thought she was weird, but she didn’t care. She liked her guys sweet and caring. Not mean and tough. Carter was kind of shorter, but at least she would have to use a freakin’ ladder to see his face. Some guys were like, seven feet tall nowadays and it made her angry. Those guys needed to go play basketball, not football. Every kid who was on the football team thought they were the best and would go pro. Thing about life is, you don’t always get fame and fortune. If they were even close to good enough, they would be placed on the bench as an alternate. It made her kind of laugh, but it was their fault.

He said welcome to her when she said thank you. She smiled at him. He was cute. The shaggy brown hair of his and his dark eyes. And his skin was almost as pale as hers, but no one could ever match up to it. Not even ginger kids. She wasn’t sure why she was so pale, but she liked it. It made her stand out. Girls said she could get a spray tan. Her response: I don’t want to be an ompalumpa thanks. The girls didn’t laugh, but she did. She didn’t want to look like an orange. Plus, her pale skin made her blue eyes stand out more, well, that’s what she’s been told at least. If she got a tan, no one would recognize her. Her blue eyes would just be hidden. Plus her hair color would just look awkward with tan, or orange, skin. She had just noticed that he never said her name. She wouldn’t be surprised however since they never really talked. ”Well, just in case you have forgotten, my name is Aristotle, or Ari,” she said smiling. No one ever called her Aristotle anymore. Only Jon did. Everyone else called her Ari. She was fine with it and all, but it got old. She kind of wished someone would call her by her full name instead of the shortened version of it.

He shrugged his shoulders and said it was quiet. He then added that he came here to mess with his guitar kind of like she was doing. He had admitted he hadn’t been here in awhile. The last time he was here a hobo asked him for money and broke his car window. ”Aww…I’m sorry. I hope your car wasn’t too badly damaged.” She looked over at her car. It still looked like it had when she’d first come here. Just a few scratches in it, but nothing brutal. She looked down at Carter and held her hand out, ”Come sit on the stage. It’s comfy.”

hey it’s, complete
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just letting you know, “ sorry. it es kinda short. ”