Post by hadenlevine on Jan 28, 2011 20:17:35 GMT -8
we were young we were restless,
- - - WE'RE JUST TWO CLUELESS KIDS*
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The sun was at its highest point in the sky when Haden turned off the TV, his light brown hair tousled and spiking in places that weren't usually doing so. He had arrived in Addison just yesterday from his family visit to Dallas, and was in need of a little sleep. The car ride wasn't so bad, but the events he had gotten himself into were unbelievable. One moment, he and his aunt were having a civilized conversation, and the next they were screaming at each other about the littlest things. It was a very unnerving weekend, and now that Monday had rolled along, he was ready for a little peace and quiet. Most of all, he needed to stay awake. He had not worked his horses all weekend, and felt a tugging inside of him to do so.
Haden stood up lazily, and headed towards the kitchen in his small apartment. He fumbled through the cabinets, trying to find at least a piece of candy or a soda. All that was in stock was milk, bread, and a little bit of peanut butter. Other than that, he was cleaned out; nothing else was in his kitchen. Groaning, he slowly walked into his room, opening the closet and throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt, slipping on some shoes and grabbing his keys on the way out. He needed to buy food, even if it meant eating out. There was no time for grocery shopping; if he wanted to be productive and ride all of his horses today, there would be no time. He jumped into his batted pick-up truck, the piece of metal sputtering to life as he pulled out of the apartment's garage, knowing exactly where he was going to go; the Sugar Shack.
When he had reached the building, he parked the truck outside of it, sluggishly walking up to the front door and inhaling the sweet scents of baked goods. It all smelled like home to him; after all, he had been living in Addison for six years now. But with all the new people coming in, he almost felt overwhelmed in his own town. A lot of young people, most definitely. It was surprising that most of them were around his age, but at the same time it wasn't. Crossfire Farms was at its peak, and they were getting boarders left and right. He felt happy for the business it was getting, but a lot of drama came with the new business. He wasn't one to get himself into all of that, but the times came when he was sucked right into it.
The Sugar Shack was exhibit A; he saw a lot of people eating or sipping coffee with a friend, almost to the point where the diner was packed tight. He almost second guessed his coming and left for another place, but one of the diner's employees shouted his name across the room, waving her hand towards him. He gave a little smile; Nelma always said hi to him. She might be in her sixties, but she was still a sweet lady and was always saying hi to him whenever she came across him. Haden slowly made his way towards her, weaving through the many people who were walking in and out of the building. He finally reached the counter, a couple of people groaning at his movement to butt right into the line. He ignored them, listening as Nelma asked him what he would like to have today.
"Oh, nothing special. Just a vanilla steamer and a couple of those cookies, right there." He spoke, calmly, pointing towards a fresh batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. He'd always loved their oatmeal raisin ones; he never could get enough of them. As Nelma rushed to get his order, he looked around the diner, his dark green-eyed gaze drifting around the room. He didn't spot anyone he knew, so he'd have to sit alone. That was okay, though. He was used to being alone, after his mother was put in the Dallas mental institution when he was sixteen. He had to move in with his aunt, who also lived in Dallas. She never really was around, though; he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Not the greatest upbringing, but it taught him a lot about growing up and living alone and such.
His order was soon placed in front of him, Haden leaving his money and a tip. he scooped up his steamer and cookies, heading towards a booth towards the far side of the diner. There was no one sitting there; it was the perfect place to relax and not worry about anything, or so he thought.
every breath leaves every scar,
- - -AND SPEAKS THROUGH YOUR SOUL *
- - -AND SPEAKS THROUGH YOUR SOUL *
tagged open! outfit coming soon. location the sugah shack..
words 782 notes this post is crap.. xD tis open, though!