[x]WE'RE DOIN' JUST FINE [x]will&&pey[x]

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Procrastination starts with a P, so does Peyton. Coincidence? Maybe, but this girl turned procrastinating into an art form. She had been in the dorm for a few weeks and all she had done was set up her record player, CD player, IPod player and all of the speakers to go with it. She had organized and re-organized her vinyls and CD's, made her bed, hung up posters, and emptied her box of jeans, tee shirts and hoodies. She still had boxes of school things and more clothing she would probably never wear. She had spent her time causing havok in other people's dorms with Gabby, but considering the fact that Gabby had now moved onto her own dorm and was spending time with friends and her boyfriend and all that jazz Peyton was now solo.

She lay on her bed, staring at the boxes in the corner; it was almost like a staring contest, the intenisty in the air between the two was thick. The only thing she wanted to do was listen to the Bright Eyes vinyl playing and sit in her bed as opposed to putting away stuff for school and the rest of her clothing. She figured she'd better do it before the roommate finally decided to show up, she had gotten a note about the person moving in soon; she could honestly care less about living with someone she had done it since freshman year.

Peyton stood up and adjusted her teal skinny jeans, she had recently gotten into buying jeans of all different colors, just something different she'd thought. The girl walked over towards the boxes and instead of picking one up she sat on it, slouching over and falling onto the floor. She let out a tiny delicate sigh, looking up at the door to her room, she used the door knob to pull herself up, kicking one of the boxes over next to the droors. She opened it, basically just dropping all of the contents into one droor. She did this with the rest of the boxes and tossed them out the window into the pile of cardboard boxes on the ground that all of her neighbors had seemed to be able to make from simply tossing the boxes over their shoulders. It was quite a funny sight to see if you were just passing by.

She looked at the box marked "School Shit", no point in opening that one until the night before school started. She pushed that into her closet and retreated to her bed once more. It baffled her how she was able to lift herself out of bed to go for a two hour long run, but was unable to get up to unpack boxes. She let the thought rest as she lay in her bed, holding her black hoodie close to her body.

[William&Lili&Ryan™]

Damn school. Why did they decide to change his dorm, right at the last minute. Will found ti to be completely pointless and unnecessary. And, even if it had had a point, which Will highly doubted that it did, it would have been a stupid one. Especially since he'd already unpacked everything in his original dorm before being informed two days later that he was no longer in that dorm and would be moving. He hadn't even met his original roommate yet, and he was already having to change rooms. Not to mention the fact that there was an amazing soda machine only two doors down. Good diet sodas, of course. Sugar sodas had way too many calories. It was sickening.

But, luckily, Will hadn't packed too much. There were the few essential things; clothes, guitar, notebooks. Everything else he could just buy when he got there. Though, he hadn't exactly had time to do that yet. Or anything yet. Except for get severely drunk. And meet Gavin, the first boy he had really liked for a long, long time. Things in the new town were already going quickly, but not everything was going as well as he had hoped. Maybe, once school began, things would get better, ironically enough.

So, as Will huffed, a large black suitcase being dragged by one hand, a guitar case over the opposite shoulder, he made his way up the stairs to his new dorm. Why couldn't the dorms just be laid out on one floor? Things would be so much simpler. And, Will would be in a better mood. He'd never been athletic, but he'd always been skinny. Though, never skinny enough for his own taste. ON the bright side, walking up the stairs all the time could help him lost some more weight! God, he didn't need to, but that's not what his brain was telling him. There was no fat on his body, yet he never could assure himself that he was skinny enough. His unyielding jeans that looked like should not be able to fit anyone were basically falling off of his hips, and his v neck red shirt was barely slinging to his body, even if it was a smaller size. His height made it hard to always found clothes that fit his slender body, but he somehow managed.

Will shook his head of russet colored hair before finally reaching the top floor, or at least, the floor that his dorm was on. He was in a grumpy mood, but still anxious to meet his roommate. The thing he wanted least was for it to be some sort of homophobic jock. Will just wouldn't be able to handle that. In fact, he'd probably be killed within the first week. Once reaching the door, he took a deep breath and placed his hand on the knob. Quickly, he swung it open. The first thing he noticed was a pair of teal jeans on the legs of a girl who was lying on the bed. "Oh My God I love you jeans," he said without thinking. The door hadn't even closed behind him and he was already being his very homosexual self. He couldn't help it.

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Peyton shut her eyes and buried her head into her pillow. The pillow case was sort of funny, stained with eyeliner and the sorts; it made her laugh slightly every time she took a peak at it. She figured she deserved a rest after the extremely boring task that she had just faced. Her pillow smelled good, sort of like febreeze or something. She nuzzled it slightly, almost falling into a very light sleep, listening to Bright Eyes in the background. She pulled her black and white striped hoodie in close to her body and adjusted the black choker around her neck.

She ehard the door open and a male's voic exclaim it's love for her jeans. It had startled her, she shot up and stared at the person in the door, cracking a tiny smile at his compliment.
"Hey thanks man," she said, her voice slightly raspy from the lack of sleep and the overabundance of cigarettes in her life at the time. She was beginning to cut back, the stress of some things going on back at home had been the biggest reason why she was abusing her use of them. She took another look at the boy standing in the doorway "Lovin' the shirt" she added.

She leaned over to the desk on her side, littered with CDs and vinyls rather than books and the regular things one would find on a desk. She turned the record player off, not knowing if that was his sort of music. She ruffled her hair and stood up, almost tripping over the lace of her black converse, laughing at her own stupidity.
"I'm Peyton" she said with a tiny wave and smile.

ooc;;
blegh, I'm sorry

[William&Lili&Ryan™]

Will realized that he probably did startle her, especially when she sat up so quickly. He tended to voice his opinions freely. But, it wasn't only because he was an outspoken person, but also because he tended to not think about things sometimes. He wasn't' stupid, oh no, just oblivious. He couldn't help if he said things without thinking. it was simply in his nature. And, not to mention the fact that he loved complimenting girls. They always seemed to need them. Although, he was pretty much a girl in a boy's body, there were still a lot of things about him that were male.

He had so many doubts in himself, but always wanted to make other's feel better. At least, the girls. The girls he cared about, at least. He could be just as bitchy as the rest of them. If you did something or said something to a person he cared about, you might be warned about the wrath of Will. He was overprotective of his friends. But, it wasn't like he'd be able to take anyone down. He was so gangly and skinny, therefore, not very stable and easily bruised.

As the girl he had startled, and most presumably his new roommate, sat up quickly he couldn't help but smile at her. She was gorgeous, that was for sure. He'd be thinking that in a very different way, were he straight. But, he was almost certain that he'd be good friends with her, and most likely become protective of her around boys. Well, at least he hoped. He hoped to make more friends, as many as possible. So, quickly before he let any more air in, he stepped in and threw his single bag on the floor in the part of the room that was obviously his.

He looked down at his shirt. It was pretty plain. At least, for him. Though, it was likely that she was just looking for any random thing to compliment him on. It was most human nature that one feels obligated to compliment a person back once complimented themselves. Though, Will didn't mind. He did like his shirt. But, he didn't particularly like anything about his actual self. He dropped his guitar case on the floor and tuned back around, grinning widely at her. "I'm Will!" he said happily, plopping down on his bed. "And you don't have to turn the music off. Bright Eyes is amazing," he nodded enthusiastically. Well, his bad mood sure had disappeared quickly.

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Peyton laughed, a big smile on her face. She leaned back over to the record player and turned it back on, but lower so they could talk if he wanted to. "Hah, you rock just for liking Bright Eyes," she said, sitting back down on her bed. The fact that he was into Bright Eyes was definatley a good start, he seemed like a nice guy also, she hoped she would become friends with him. If they didn't it would just be really awkward sharing your room with someone you don't even like. However judging from first assumptions he seemed like someone she'd be able to have fun with.

"Well..." she started, a tiny giggle coming from between her lips "It's nice to meet you Will." She was sort of relieved the person she was sharing her room wasn't some crazy jock or overly preppy girl. If it was one of those 'My-Daddy-Buys-Me-Everything-I-Want' type girls Peyton would probably end up jumping out the window or something. And if it was one of those obnoxious jocks who groped and eyed up anything that moved she would most likely snap.

She ruffled her blonde curls, just something she did subconsciously whenever there was a silence or she was nervous. She abandoned twirling a curl around her finger to playing with the black choker around her neck. The boy's guitar caught her eye, making her green eyes widen. She gestured towards the case, "You play?" she asked him simply, the tiny smile on her face going nowhere fast.

If he did they'd end up being very good friends. Peyton's Stratocaster, acoustic and bass lay under her bed in their sticker-ridden cases. The strings were worn, definatley time for new ones. She had been playing her guitar so much over the past fourteen years, since she was only three years old, she had played so much in one day one time that her fingers started to bleed. Gruesom? Not to her, she just looked at her fingers and laughed, continuing to play.

[William&Lili&Ryan™]

Will's smile was never lost as she turned the music back on. There seemed to be a lot of smiling going on at the moment, but Will doubted that it was a bad ting. In fact, he was pretty sure it would be a good thing. He'd been dreading the fact of meeting his roommate for a long time now, considering he couldn't know until the day who it would be. He would attempt to be as nice as he could to any person he was stuck with, but if they didn't return the favor, well that wouldn't make for a very enjoyable school year. But, it seemed like Peyton and he would get along just fine. Plus, he already knew their music tastes had to be at least somewhat similar. And, similar music tastes was something he actually card about quite a bit. Different religions, different sleeping patterns, he could easily deal with. Country or rap music, he just couldn't do.

Will crossed his slender, jean-clad legs atop the empty bed, and looked up at the blond girl as she quietly twirled her hair. Will, most of the time, was a good conversation starter, but it seemed like she was trying to think of something to say before he did. Not in a competition sort of way, just in a matter of courtesy. Will scratched at a small cut he'd gotten on his arm as he continued to look up at her. Why did the small cuts always itch? he'd heard that it was due to them healing, and he guessed that it would sort of make sense. but, he didn't want to be a doctor, so he really didn't care.

Will had bitten his lip, before he noticed the girl's eyes rest atop his guitar case that he had previously left on the oddly carpeted floor beside his bed. This caused him to release his lip's hold in his teeth and smile widely at her once more. He nodded, his somewhat long brown hair swinging with th motions of his head. Quickly, and quietly, he leaned over and took his beloved Gibson 1942 J-45 from it's secure space withing its case. He hadn't been able to play in a few days, what with packing and leaving and unpacking and repacking, he hadn't had time. "I do," he said, smiling down at the guitar in his hands. "This is my baby," he said, almost too lovingly. He looked back up to Peyton, the guitar held close to his body. "What about you?" he asked, looking about the room for signs of another guitar. She looked like a girl who might, but you could never be sure.

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Peyton's eyes widened as she saw the guitar, "It's so pretty" she said. She had a love for guitars. She remembered the first time she touched one. She was only three years old, and her father was sitting on the front porch playing some Bob Dylan song. She walked out and crawled onto his lap and he taught her a very simple song. Only a few chords. She played that song almost every day, it was possibly her favorite song ever. It didn't really have substance or a point, it was just the memory behind it.

Peyton nodded, hopping onto the floor and reaching under her bed. She pulled out the three cases, pulling them onto her bed. "Okay," she said resting her hand on top of one of the cases, opening it, "This is my Squire," she said lifting the bass slightly out of the case. She had started bass a few years back when she realized how much she loved the sound and when her friend made her realize that it was quite a sexy instrument.

She put that down and opened another case, the acoustic lay in there, she lifted it up, "This is my GC12, it was my first guitar ever, I could never part with it," it was the guitar she had learned everything on, she wrote her songs on it and it was always good to her. The paint was chipped and the frets were worn, but it was still useful, and she loved the mose because her father gave it to her when she was five years old and tired of her messing around on his guitar. She also loved the fact that her mother had tried to pull her away from it so many times to go to ballet class or whatever, but anything like that was a lost cause.

She climbed onto her bed again, holding one more case and opening it, "And this," she started opening it up. Her stratocaster was probably the only thing she loved. She loved her car but that didn't hold a candle to the solid black guitar. It was simple but the sound blew her away every time she played. "This is my Strat," she said about as lovingly as when he called his guitar his baby.

She was starting to hope he wasn't thinking she was a total freak, even if she was a total music freak. She honestly loved her guitars and any guitars for that matter with a passion.

[William&Lili&Ryan™]

He really did find his Gibson to be beautiful. It was beautiful and vintage and probably the most important thing in his life. At least, the thing that gave him the most comfort. Guitars couldn't judge or make you feel stupid and inferior, in fact, they do just the opposite. At least, for Will they did. Thinking of new rhythms to play, and new ways to put together chords,a s well as finding words to go along with those, it was all part of who he was. It kept him sane for the most part when people couldn't. Will continued to hold the guitar to his body as he watched Peyton lovingly show off all of her beautiful guitars, at which he simply stared at with awe. All three of them were amazing, and the way she looked at them just proved that she was just as much of a guitar lover as he himself was. Anyone who cared about a guitar, really really cared, he knew he could get along with. There was just something about their sound and the way they felt in your arms that gave you comfort. Will had to grin widely, she was a dork about it as well, he realized. They were two teenagers, lovingly gazing at their guitars. But, who cared, because they deserved to be looked at like that. "I have to admit I'm kind of jealous," Will told her with a chuckle. "Your guitars are so amazingly beautiful." He nodded with all seriousness, quietly, and absentmindedly strumming the stings of his own. He felt like saying something, but he hoped it wasn't too bold. "Peyton, I think we're going to be good friends," he nodded once more, pushing a piece of russet hair from his face, and crossing his lanky legs tighter on his bed. "Anyone who cares about guitars as much as me, well, they're pretty much the awesome...est people ever."