[open] No Such thing as Too Old

[scott]

Would you look at her She looks at me
Shes got me thinking about her constantly
But she dont know how I feel
And as she carries on without a doubt
I wonder if shes figured out
I'm crazy for this girl.

Jeremiah Ezra Scott what are you doing??

[/s] Came the laughing voice of a young girl from her bedroom window as she looked down at Jeremy who was standing out in the pouring rain with his guitar singing "Crazy for this Girl" bye Evan and Jaron... her favorite song. What does it look like I'm doing? He asked, and continued on with the song. like you're trying to get on the express lane to pneumonia[/s] She replied through the pouring rain. Jeremy just laughed and continued playing the song. I'm serenading this girl that I'm crazy for... would you mind waking her up and telling her to come out here? He responded, to which the girl smiled and disappeared from the window, just to reappear at the door. Her appearance might seem a bit strange to most who didn't know her, but to Jeremy she was still just as beautiful. Her skin was pale, and she was quiet thin... but none of that mattered to him.

Jeremy get over here before you catch a cold![/s] She demanded, though was still laughing at him. By now he was quiet well soaked, but he wasn't budging. No no... I told you to tell her to come out here... He said with a grin, and continued singing,

She was the one to hold me
The night
The sky fell down
And what was I thinking when
The world didnt end
Why didnt I know what I know now

You're going to wake someone up![/s] She insisted, but he simply shrugged, and kept right on singing and playing. She crossed her arms, and stood there a moment longer, then came running out through the pouring rain and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He couldn't help but smile, and swung his guitar around onto his back, and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her back. She pulled away slightly and took his hand, pulling him towards the house, but he resisted, You're not getting out of it that easily... come on, I'm taking you out. He said with a smile. She just looked at him skeptically. Jeremy... it's 5:00 in the morning, and I look terrible[/s] She said, but he was determined. You look beautiful, and I'm taking you out. and with that, he scooped her up off her feet, and carried her over to his car.[/i]

No one who knew about Jeremy and Brittany doubted that he loved her more than anything, which was saying a lot considering his obsession with music. Everyone had been convinced that the two of them would get married someday, especially from the way he always took care of her when she was sick, and the way he still thought she was the most beautiful girl on the planet even as she became weak and pale and couldn't get out of bed... no one doubted his love for her, and no one doubted her love for him. They had been the perfect couple, and it had been a horrible thing to watch him go through losing her, knowing there was nothing they could do but try to be supportive. For the week of his depression, everyone had been concerned that he might not survive it. He hadn't just lost the girl he'd loved, he'd also lost his best friend and his inspiration for his music... and without that, it seemed that he just wasn't himself.

No one really knew why he'd changed back after her funeral, but they all assumed that he had just let it go, come to terms with her death and was getting over it. In a way that was true... he knew she wasn't ever coming back, and he knew that she wouldn't want him to be all depressed and un-Jeremy-like. He still loved her, he still missed her, and it still hurt like hell to live without her, but he knew that if she was still there that she would kick his ass and tell him to buck up and get over it... so he was doing his best. Getting over her death didn't mean he had to forget about her. All it meant was that he was going to continue to live his life. He would probably never stop missing her, but he had to move on... she was gone and nothing could change that now.

It was just over two years since the day Brittany had died, and no one in their wildest dreams imagined that Jeremy would still be hurting so desperately, but that was just because he was so good at hiding it by now. He was doing his best to move on, but so far, he hadn't made it far in his moving. Today was one of his better days though. He'd decided to take Stryder out for a walk in the park. Of course, Jeremy never went anywhere without his ipod and and guitar, so he had both with him as well. After walking for some time he stopped at the swings on the empty playground. In his opinion there was no such thing as too old for the playground. He set the guitar on the ground and took a seat on one of the swings, the massive dog sitting next to him.

It was quiet out today...probably because the weather was so overcast, but that made no difference to him. He stayed out in pouring rain all the time, overcast was nothing. Currently he was listening to "Tore the Line" by the Beatles, a song he was planning on making his own cover version of, and he wasn't really paying too much attention to anything going on around him. He could get so engrossed in his music that he would sit there for hours doing nothing but listening to the same song over and over again and not realize how much time had passed. He was most definitely obsessed with music... and sometimes it could even become an almost unhealthy obsession, but he didn't care. He lived for music. It was what made Jeremiah Ezra Scott who he was, and without it, he just wasn't the same.[/center][/size]

[firegirl522]

I knew I smelled of nothing more then hay and possibly horse manure. It's insane how much crap two horses can produce in a day. But I am not really in a good place to complain seeing as how Trouble and Flash are family now. My girls.
It was time to get out of the stables and go explore my new town, Adison. It was bigger then the small town of Snow Hill I came from. That meant more people and more adventures so it's fine by me. My black boots made a soft clicking noise as my feet hit the sidewalk. I watched my feet from time to time, making sure I didn't step on the crack, yess childish, but who really cares. About every other store caught my eyes and my feet stopped moving as I gazed in the windows. One of these days I'll have a job and then money to be able to go in there. Continuing my trek to the park I stopped occasionally to pet people's dogs as they walked up to me. The dogs, were my second favorite animal, the first of course being horses.
Swings of any kind were the best things in the world. You could fly! Even at 19 I didn't care what people thought of me playing on a play-set. Why should kids get all the fun?? The closer I got to the swing set the more in focus it was to my gray eyes. Along with the swing-set was a boy, excuse me, a man and a large dog. Oh yay! A smile lit on my lips, a dog.
As I walked my body swayed ever so slightly because "Lets Do It" by Joan Jett was lodged in my head and had been for a few days. This song was now as I saw it my theme song. Reaching the swing set I lowered myself into the swing next to the guy, who had earbuds in. Oh, buzzkill.

[scott]

Jeremy was a bit of an odd duck in many many ways. He was known for becoming so engrossed in his music that the entirety of the rest of the world would seem to just cease to exist in his mind. He would often completely zone out in the middle of a conversation when music came on... like in an elevator or the mall or anything like that. The people who knew him had come to recognize the signs of having "lost" him, but the people who didn't know him usually couldn't tell and when they got no response from him they didn't really know what to do. Music was Jeremy's life, he had practically given it up after Brittany's death. When he got his music back, he got his life back.

He could write a good song in less than an hour, the music for it in just as little, and record it within three hours of starting. He was a genius when it came to music... a freak of nature, even. He never really saw things as what they were, he saw them as parts of a musical composition. He didn't really hear conversations, he heard lyrics to a new song. Everything in life was music to Jeremy. He lived and breathed music. Some said he had a problem... that he had to have some sort of mental condition to make him think this way... but he didn't care. it wasn't like it affected him in a bad way. In a sense, it was all that kept him going.

Right now was one of those times when the entire world had disappeared. He was so focused on the music and so relaxed into it that he could almost appear to be asleep, though he was very much awake. He probably wouldn't have noticed the girl who sat on the swing next to him if it wasn't for Stryder. The massive dog jumped to his feet, clumsily knocking into Jeremy and nearly knocking him off the swing. Most days Jeremy wouldn't have been able to snap out of his musical trance in time to catch himself and not fall off, but by luck of the draw, he managed to this time as Stryder practically climbed over top of him to get to the girl on the other swing.

Seriously? he asked the dog, pulling out his earbuds, all this room and you have to go through me? He then looked over at the girl sitting beside him. How long have you been there? he asked good naturedly, knowing it was entirely possible that she had been there for some time without him noticing. Needless to say, he wasn't the most observant person in the world, and that tended to get him into trouble sometimes.

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