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Post by Natalia Rivera on Oct 27, 2008 4:04:07 GMT -5
Whistling and twirling her keys around her finger, Nat took her time walking out of her last class and out to her car. The whole time thinking of the song "Quien" by PeeWee and Belinda. It was one of the prettiest sounding Spanish songs she had ever heard in her life and now it was stuck in her head. Shaking her head, Natalia walked out to the parking lot while not even stopping to say bye to anyone or anying. Then she threw her keys up in the air and caught them in both hands. Nearly dropping them but after reaching forward she caught them just on the tips of her fingers. Her reflexes were never that good but sometimes she caught things just in time.
Getting to her car Nat unlocked the passengers side first then got in to straighten things up a bit while she waited for her brother to show up. The idiot was always talking with friends after classes and it got on her LAST nerve when Gabriel did that. He knew she still had to go pick Matt up from his school before going home, and he took his time anyways. That was the exact reason why she couldn't wait for him to get his license. But by that time she would be out of that house and off to college anyways. Then Gabe would have to deal with the annoyance of waiting for a sibling to show up. His side was taken care of, even though it was him who had destroyed it in the first place.
Getting back out and closing that side Natalia unlocked her door and put her backpack in the backseat of the car. Then she crossed her legs, and leaned against the steering wheel. Nat knew that it would be a while before the little punk would decide to show up so she turned on her LU CD to Por Besarte, and leaning against the Wheel again listened to the song as she waited for the brat to show up. Being against the steering wheel like that did hurt a little bit so she just turned so that her legs were out her door and she was laying slightly backwards just looking straight ahead.
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Post by vytx on Oct 28, 2008 18:11:03 GMT -5
 Nicholas came out of class glad that the day was over, he could hardly wait to go for a run with his dog when he got home and maybe play a little soccer if he could find a pickup game in the park. Being in a fairly good mood as he was walking down the halls, he whistled a tune he had been learning on piano for the last few days. Not having a piano of his own, he had convinced the school’s music teacher to let him use the school’s piano for a few hours a week before school. Nicholas was finally beginning to adjust to his new found home in Miami, and it wasn’t getting on his nerves as much anymore despite the change from where he had lived in London. Finishing up with his locker, which took the occasional hit to open still, he began to head for the parking lot.
Nicholas entered the flood of students leaving through the main doors and headed into the parking lot, putting on his sunglasses as he stepped into the sunny afternoon. With his backpack hanging off one shoulder he reached into his pocket for his keys, pulling them out and fumbling through them for the key to his car. Finally he got to the one with notorious racing horse stamped on it which identified it as going to a Ford Mustang. Continuing along towards the direction of his car he continued to whistle the tune he had stuck in his head. Getting closer he pressed the button on the key to unlock the Mustang, from about three yards away he could hear the beep that the car made when he pressed the button.
Walking past the car next to his he heard a familiar tune he hadn’t heard in awhile, Por Besarte. He hadn’t heard the song since he had last dated his ex back in London; she was major fan of the Mexican pop group that played the song. Nicholas didn’t know too much about it, or care too much to want to know about the song or the musician that wrote it, it wasn’t his taste in music. Normally he would have went on his way, but seeing as he didn’t have to many friends yet in Miami he decide to try to strike up some conversation with the girl who seemed to be listening to it. Standing between his car and the girl’s he said with his British accent clear compared to the American accents of the other kids at the school, “Interesting choice in music, I haven’t heard Por Besarte in awhile.”
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Post by Natalia Rivera on Nov 5, 2008 2:48:28 GMT -5
Normally Nat would have never expected anyone to linger around after school. Usually it was just her, but she supposed that it could happen. The fact that she wasn't alone was proven when someone walked past her. For a while he was silent but then when she really didn't think anyone would even stop, wanting to get a way from the school he said to her “Interesting choice in music, I haven’t heard Por Besarte in awhile.” Nat looked up from where she was sitting, up at the person who had spoken in the first place. It took her a while to realize what he was talking about, that happened quite a bit to Nat so it was nothing new.
It wasn't every day that Natalia found someone who actually knew the artists she listened to. Yeah she listened to hip hop and other things but her main focus was Spanish music, it got to her more often....her family listened to a lot of it. "You know the song?" She asked almost curiously to him. Hearing that someone actually knew of LU, it was like a miracle to her ears. Then Natalia noticed he had an accent. Obviously not from America from what she could tell. "Just asking because not a lot of people I talk to really do, unless I play it?" Nat said with a small shrug, mostly to have something to do. Quickly Natalia looked off towards the school to see if her brother was coming. 'Where is he?' She wondered knowing Matt was going to be out of school fairly soon and she was getting anxious waiting for one.
Nat knew that she didn't know the boy who she was talking to, which was no surprise because as much as she loved to know new people...sometimes she was in no mood. "Oh, I'm Natalia Rivera. You?" She half stated half asked, taking the hoodie off and throwing it in the back seat of her car, too hot to keep it on any longer and glad to finally be rid of it. |
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