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"Be Nice To Me" -The Front Bottoms
July 5th, 2006 12:21pm
There were thousands of them, scattered across the hillside. Tiny dots of explosive colour clustered against the vivid green landscape, bursting with life. Even thousands of metres above sea level, tiny bumblebees floated around lazily, the sound of their wings buzzing in the air almost lyrical.
Laughs ring out, footsteps stomping on the grass as loud voices joked and let their legs carry them around.
You lay on your back against a tree, the earth warm and dry and soft and springy. The sun's rays embraced you, filling your heart up with joy, and you breathed. Fresh air. Clean air, away from everything, from the your problems, from life, from stress. Here, you felt free.
"Amy, help!" Sarah shouted out through a laugh as she ran in a zigzag formation, Jay trailing behind her with his arm stretched out. You let out a chuckle at their antics, the game of tag having just begun.
Your eyes turned, gazing over to the side. There was a field of flowers, in full bloom, bright and colourful and vibrant in thousands of indescribable ways. But you focused on a single, white bud—a stark contrast to the rainbow in the background, yet somehow seamlessly blending into the flamboyancy of the field. It calmed you, grounded you, its tiny petals smaller than your smallest fingernail.
You nearly jumped out of your sitting position as a figure threw itself right beside you. His disheveled hair was spiked in different directions from running and doing all kinds of stunts in the open field.
"Whatcha' doin' all alone over here?" Brian attempted to catch his breath as he rested his hand on his knee, his arm having a few blades of grass stuck to it.
"Just hanging, y'know?"
"You should join us." Brian suggests, running a hand through his hair. "It's fun." His smile grew as he looked over to where the majority of everyone else was trying to get away from Seth now, Jay having tagged him.
"It reminds me a lot of how it used to be." Your words made Brian turn his head back at you, his expression now that if a reminiscent one.
"What do you mean?"
"Like when we were younger? Y'know? As teenagers. Always getting into some kind of trouble."
"Oh yeah, we were terrible kids." Brian laughed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Running from the cops at least once a month."
A laugh escaped your lips as you recalled several instances, a smile lingering on your face.
"Well, don't be all sappy on me now. C'mon." He shot up from his sitting position and grabbed my hand to help me up.
February 15th, 2011 6:04am
When the storm begins, it's nothing but the cool early morning air with the scent of rain. Not a breeze to be felt. Only the constant pride of the crickets pollutes the ear and is pleasurably outperformed by the spontaneous rumbles of thunder that can be heard in the distance.
Your eyes watched the ceiling fan above you spin in an almost hypnotizing way, your thoughts unable to turn off.
The fascinating thing is the lightning. It blinds the eye every few seconds, lighting up the sky all around. The most intriguing when it strikes behind the mountain range, illuminating the rocky silhouette and the rain clouds for only a split second.
Remembering all of their faces—so joyous and full of energy. Remembering your younger self. So happy. Exciting.
You lay there.
Wondering how it all went wrong.
How that monster. That thing came into your life. It ruined you. It ruined Jay. It ruined Brian. It ruined all of you. It ruined everything.
Tears almost pricked to your eyes as your blank stare came in and out of focus on the ceiling. You held your hands out in front of you, almost not recognizing who's hands they belonged to.
Nothing seemed familiar anymore, despite being in the house you've lived in for however long in your adulthood. Everything seemed to slip away into unfamiliarity—forms of things you could no longer understand.
Who even are you?
Your eyes made their way to the one thing you could recognize. The one thing you've held onto every day for years.
The bracelet.
The letters that spelled his name out were still there, and would always be there. The slightly chipped beads held on tightly; they brought you back to the peace of mind.
A sigh left your lips as you swung your feet over the side of your bed—eyes tired as ever.
