s o w e c o u l d b e f r e e
3 r d p e r s o n
"Well frick you, Brandon Wood." Indigo grumbles is the shaggy haired boy laughs and proudly leans himself back in his seat.
"Alright, alright," he says with a laugh and relaxes in his again. "We need to finish the project."
Indie continues to juggle the ball from toe to toe, her hands folded behinf her back ad she consentrates. Brandon rolls his and uses his foot to kick the ball away from her.
"Hey!" She yells but then realizes they should be working. "Fine," she slumps back in beach chair across from him. "Rap just isn't my groove."
Brandon rolls his eyes again and pulls his notebook onto his lap.
"So Mr. Powell said it has to be about America now a days, along with the clash of the black slave period back then," Brandon explains as he taps his pen against the paper. "You're a songwriter, this should be easy."
Indie shakes her head and brings her knees to her chest as she watches the sunset through her glasses similar to Brandon's. A group of teens splash each other by the shore line.
Brandon looks at her from over the burning embers of the blazing fire.
"I used to be," she explains without making eye contact. "But even then, I never really wrote rap songs."
To ease the tension, Brandon smiles and shrugs. "That's okay! You still know more then I do!"
She laughs and looks at him again.
"I guess."
He nods and starts writing on his paper.
"How 'bout something that starts off nice, ya' know?" He suggests as his hand flicks around the paper. "A smooth beat that draws you in. Then, we'll start the rap. Intense and sudden."
Indie nods approvingly and looks over at the teen silhouettes in the distance to think.
"How about," she pauses and flickers her eyes to him then back to the teens seeming oddly familia as they got closer. "This is America?"
Brandon's eyes widens and he quickly scribbles it down.
The two through ideas around with a few stupid mistakes and laughs here and there. The sun was a mere speck behind the crystal water and city skyline. The group of teens seemed to be walking towards them by now.
"I think it's good so—"
A figure stops her from finishing. It was Christina, and a group of five boys besides her.
"Indigo?"
She looks up, and just like the last day of living in L.A, her hazelnut eyes pour over into a pair of crystal blue ones.
Daniel Seavey and Indigo Evans meet again.
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dumb! | d.j.s
Fanfikce"i was dumb enough to trust you the first time, so why trust you now?" in which he tries to show her he is worthy of her love book 2
