Ohio is for lovers (Open)

[Will Johnston]

Hey there,
I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.
Where you are and how you feel.
With these lights off as these wheels
keep rolling on and on. (and on and on and on...)
Slow things down or speed them up.
Not enough or way too much. (and on and on and on...)
How are you when I'm gone



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loneliness
noun
1. the state of being alone in solitary isolation
2. sadness resulting from being forsaken or abandoned


Will strolled along the path with his guitar in his left had && his bag bag over his shoulder. It was the end of a long day and he needed to get away from the madness of his cabin. He loved the whole party life style, when he was in the right frame of mind. the sun had finally set and this part of the camp was quiet. The air was cool, The pool was calm, the Night was still.

Sitting cross legged on a small plaid blanket, his bag supporting his back && his Guitar resting in his hands. Will began to strum. It wasn't loud. He didn't want it to be, It needed to be soft. He began to play Ohio is for Lovers By Hawthorne heights. Granted it was just him && his guitar but he smiled. This wasn't half bad. He started the corus. Getting louder. More confident.

Kicking off his shoes && taking a sip from the bottle that sat beside him. Comfort was important. He was exhilarated. His heart soaring. " And I can't make it on my own. Because my heart is in Ohio."He was not the strongest singer but with this strumming it was acceptable. when he had a chance to get lessons he would he was in his element when he was performing.

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[evian springs.]

I go for mine. I got to shine.

The moonlit shone apon her blonde locks. And on a face of another's. Evian was at her usual stroll. Dressed in a white dress, like a flapper girl's. She'd just come back from Yellowstone Cabin Party. It was nice. She felt so at home. There were people like her, in both genders. She befriended most of the Yellowstone boys. They were awesome, and throw great parties.

But the night grew old.

So she decided to take a walk, to the lake. Walking closer, a figure had taken her usual spot on the dock. "Shit." Listening closer, the figure began to sing louder and louder; as she got closer and closer. It sang Ohio is for lovers. She had a punk stage in her life. So she obviously knew this song.

Looking closer at the figure. It was young boy with a guitar. She was about two feet away. So she decided to sing.

"So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.
Because you killed me,
You know you do, you kill me well, you like it too and I can tell,
You never stop until my final breath is gone."

She waited for him to turn around after her part. Her voice was gentle, a little too gentle for the song. But, it wasn't bad. "I'm Evian."

[Will Johnston]

Will was happy in his own little world. So when he heard the sweet voice carry on with his song he was surprised but pleasantly so. He was glad to finally have a little company. He turned toward her and smiled, gesturing her to come closer. "You know you do, you kill me well. You like it too, and I can tell. You never stop until my final breath is gone. So cut my wrists and black my eyes. My final breath is gone. So I can fall asleep tonight" He sang strumming still.

He looked back at her. "Hey there. I'm Will." He said clearing a space on the dock. "Evian, What a sweet name. " He added taking a closer look at the blond. Her dress was interesting, most of the girls he knew wouldn't be seen dead in something like that. He admired her for being so.... Unique. He continued to strum, his fingers unable to stop, the Rhythm flowing through them.

The moon shone high above them, casting shadows across the pool.
Night was, in Will's opinion, the best time of the day. Most of the best times of his life had happened at night. It was a time not only for parties, games and drinking, It was also a time for reflection and thought.

[evian springs.]

I go for mine. I got to shine.

She walked towards him, and sat down. Smoothing out her dress. "So you're a Hawthorne Heights fan?" Evian smiled a rather toothy smile. One that was rather white. It used to have a motherload of braces, and then elastic tangled within. Now, it was something she flashed, when she was having fun. It used to be a death signal.

"Will? Like William, Wilbur, Willie or Willacoochee, Geogia?" She laughed. Her laugh rang in the space between them. Her laugh was singy-songy, yet Hill Billy. Whatever. People called hick-ish, sice she came from Mobile. But whatever.

She stared at his face, he had a nice one. Like a cousin of hers. He had nice dark hair and a little stubble along his cheek. Piercings here and there. Like one on his lip. She looked at it with great curiosity. "Did that hurt?"