Post by isaac elijah nowak on Feb 24, 2012 14:22:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Friday, oh Friday had to be the best day of the week. Ike had only two classes on Friday and the entire afternoon free to do whatever shenanigans he wanted to engage in. It wasn’t as if someone like Ike engaged in shady stuff. He was way too focused on his career to do something to screw stuff up. But getting drunk and high wasn’t the only thing you could do in Paris of course. People didn’t come from all over the world to get drunk in Paris. There was also a lot of sightseeing and a lot of places to visit. In the three years Ike had spent in the city of lights he had seen most of things but there were always one or two things that he had missed. En electric blue Peugeot 208 sped down the streets of Paris with Ike behind the wheel. In his second year here, entering the third, his parents thought it’d be good for him to get a car. Ike obviously refused. As much as he loved his parents he didn’t like to depend on them so much which was the reason why he got a weekend job at a local club. His parents insisted though and for his last birthday they surprised him with an unplanned visit from them and a car as gift. Ike tried to refuse but you know… a car is a car and Ike loved driving as much as anyone did. Plus, it also allowed him to skip the tedious morning bus rides to the Academy and the best part of all: he could bang whatever music he wanted on the stereo and sing along like the closet diva he was. Ok, maybe not a closet diva but you couldn’t exactly go around the bus singing ‘I will always love you’ to the top of your lungs without getting a few funny looks. The privacy of a car was valued only after you realized no one cared what you did inside said car. It was precisely one of those ‘private moments’ that Ike was enjoying. Well, as private as it could be with the windows partially open and the stereo banging a French song that Ike took a liking too. Being the singer he was, Ike just had to sing along. The epic car performance didn’t reach its end though, Ike pulled over and turned the engine off before pulling out his cell phone and typing a quick text. ‘I’m here!’ The text read. It wasn’t uncommon for Ike to hang out with various classmates on his only ‘free’ day and today was no exception. Ike had promised a new student, Simon that he’d show him around. Ever since his encounter with a certain student called Koby Ike felt a little on the down side about befriending people. The other student had been some sort of reality check for Ike and showed him that he couldn’t exactly go around the world being nice at everyone because not everyone was willing to be nice back at him. Simon on the other hand was quite the opposite. Even though Ike tried to change his ways a bit and not just extend his hand at every random passerby he found himself befriending Simon pretty easily. They had a lot of common and in a way Ike felt his hopes back up and reminded himself that being naturally friendly wasn’t as bad as Koby made him feel like. Leaning back on the seat Ike started scrolling through his iPod, looking for something that might entertain him while he waited for Simon at the spot they had agreed on. One of his playlists contained music he didn’t hear on a regular basis but still enjoyed nonetheless. Grinning at the playlist he pushed the play button and dropped the iPod back on its place. The band was one that he had heard of in his most recent vacation back in LA. It was fairly new but still good. While he waited, of course Ike started singing again, not as dramatically as before but you know… it was hard not to do it for a musician like him. words 695 | tagged; simon | complete made by owlgirl of caution 2.0 |
