not a title; let's try something new, shall we?

I put my iTunes on shuffle and wrote a story based on whatever song that came on. When the song stopped, I stopped writing. Didn't edit the story except for typos and grammar mistakes, so these might be crap to you. Did it 5 times then I became tired and it became harder to do. lol. but hey, at least i tried :)


1. Strawberry Swing – Coldplay

It was getting dark, so we rushed to a coffee house under a magenta sky.

I sat at a table in the corner and he walked straight to the barista. He ordered for me because he knows my coffee order— and I think it's sweet. And I couldn't wrap my head around what I had decided to say because we made sense. Just not romantically.

I sat there watching him and I wished he would just ditch me right then and there so I wouldn't have to drop the bomb. But he came back to the table so I did it anyway. Then we both sank into our seats.

Neither of us wanted the awkward pause but it seemed like it was enjoying its stay. He started playing with sugar packs while I started blowing imaginary steam from my no longer hot coffee.


“So,” I said after what seemed to be a day and a half. Not exactly sure how to continue into a coherent sentence. I turned my head to the right, looking at passersby outside the window. It must be nice to not be in this situation, I thought.

“So,” he said. He put his hands over mine and that got my attention. I looked at our hands then I looked up and found him smiling.

I asked him why he was smiling and he said, "because you wanted me to." And he was right because I knew that smile. It's been around since we were five. It was around when my bunny died. Then when his parents got a divorce. Then when I cried over a jerk who stole my first kiss. Then when he told me he has a girlfriend (who, by the way, broke up with him because she was overly jealous of his bestfriend, a.k.a. yours truly). So yes, it's true. I wanted him to smile. I wanted him to smile for me because I needed to know that he'll always be here.

“We're gonna be alright,” he said. “We're gonna be alright.”


2. Waters of March - Basia

She kicks and kicks and kicks puddles as she walks— happy. She loves the rain. Everything is lovelier with added drops of water. Leaves? Pretty. Asphalt? Shiny.

Everything is beautiful and the gleam in her eyes dances. Today shall be a good day, she says to herself.


3. All Through The Night – Cyndi Lauper

When time is new, what do you do? You move forward. That's what you do.

So when you left, I spent all night driving. Aimless. Across bridges, into tunnels. Put the same song on repeat for what I guess was 164 times. By the time it was starting its 165th run, I really had to pee so I pulled over at a gas station.

After filling up the tank, I drove fast. Scary fast. Pedal to the metal, not wanting to ever stop. But the highway ended, and I had nowhere else to go but the last exit which was the beach. And I stayed there, seated in my car waiting for the sun to come out and it did. It did and it was beautiful. But you're not here and I was nobody. I still am.


4. Some sad piano piece by someone (i really don't know whose/what song it was)

“I don't like quoting other people's songs but guess what? 'You can't make someone love you with a song.' I guess that's true, huh? Otherwise we won't be having this conversation, right?” He paused. He opened his mouth again, ready to say something but he held it back and smile a faint smile.

“Just so you know... I had fun,” he said. He gave me a kiss on my cheek then got up and walked to the door.


5. Something Good Can Work – Two Door Cinema Club

What can I say? I was 16, with all the crazy hormones a teenage girl could have. I was 16, with all the crazy hormones and other 16-year-olds with crazy hormones as friends. And communicating with your parents isn't really a skill that a hormonal teenager possess. I was almost never home and when I was, I wasn't.

There were huge fights and one in particular went straight to my head. So, I packed my stuff out of anger and stormed out of the house, knocking over a photo in my room of all three of us looking happy at a park somewhere a long time ago. I was 4 in the picture— a little girl on her daddy's shoulders.

That afternoon I wandered alone. I realized that I didn't have any money to even go anywhere, so I just sat on the pavement of an abandoned building for hours until the sky changed into a much darker hue. Then my phone chirped. Text. Dad. It said, the key's under the mat. So I reluctantly walked back home and used the key to get in. It was dark and I assumed everyone was asleep. I quietly sneaked into my room and found the picture that I had knocked over was seated on its original place. The glass was cracked but with every crack there was a piece of tape attaching it to another. Next to it was a note, daddy's handwriting. “Things can always be fixed,” it said.

That night I decided to grow up.