It's almost Christmas.
Found this image.
Thought it would be great to add for you personal enjoyment.
Merry Christmas.
Love,
Connoisseur of Fine Art xx
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The rain outside his window falls in dripping sheets as she stares out at the cold dewy drops that cling to the leaves of trees by his window. His lips numbly form words to lyrics as she sits across from him in his bedroom, lazily wearing his clean pair of American apparel underwear that he always leaves there for her. Her ripped skinny jeans are strewn across the floor due to the intense heat outside and her strict mother's dress code that enforces her to never wear shorts.
"Your band is going to be big someday Lucas. I feel it in my bones. Stop doubting yourself so much." She chuckles as she scrolls through her Instagram feed aimlessly, occasionally laughing at the memes and videos that pop up in her feed.
His head hangs low as he gently strums out the new chords to a new song he has written with the help of his newly found bandmates. 5 Seconds of Summer they've called themselves and to most people, it seems like a joke but to four young boys, this band is no laughing matter. They want to be at the top someday, playing their music live for all to hear, and for their first time ever, they've managed to score a label that'll publish their music should they co-operate.
She turns her phone off, brushing her freshly dyed blue hair from her face and pushing it behind her ear as she asks, "Is that a new song I hear?"
He smiles sheepishly and nods at the girl as he responds with, "It is, but I can't figure out a chorus yet... And I was just about to ask if you could come up with something."
She laughs once again, the symphonic sound flowing more freely than the stiff one from the first time the duo met. "Sure Hemmings. What have you got so far?" She replies simply, her pink lips lifting at their corners to form a calm smile.
"Did you want the lyrics from a girl of boy perspective?" She asks sarcastically as he rolls his eyes in response, throwing the open notebook next to him, to the girl who waits with a pen in hand from off of his bedside table.
She begins to madly scribble down words on to the paper, humming the tune to herself as she writes and occasionally crosses out words with purpose. She takes the bottom lip in between her teeth, biting it in concentration as her brow furrows and she stares down at the page whilst the boy's hand freeze on the strings of his guitar and he stares at her with intentions of his own imagination.
Almost ten minutes later she throws the book back to the boy and with a wicked smile she says, "There you go Hemmo."
He places the guitar down in the stand next to him and looks at the open pages written in her neat scrawl.
She looks so perfect standing there,
In my American apparel underwear
And I know now, that I'm so down.
Her lipstick stain is a work of art,
I got her name tattooed in an arrow heart
And I know now, that I'm so down.
"The second chorus changes and you can check that out later when you have left this shithole." She chuckles weakly, her smile faltering as she visibly winces and downturns her eyes.
The boy immediately leaps from his chair and sits next to her on the bed as he says, "You know I won't be gone for that long and that I'll be back before you know it Shay. I could never leave you alone."
"That's the problem Luke. I'm leaving as well."
He tenses slightly as he asks, "Where are you going?"
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