moves like jagger * [jag]

[nyle james avery]

i closed my eyes, a sigh of frustration slipping pass my pale lips. homework. it never seemed to end, nor did it ever seem to get done. it just kept piling up, until it came crashing down in a mess and flurry of papers and books. it wasn't like i had papers piled up, however. although it often felt that way. i tapped my black ink pen against the table, biting down on my lower lip; for english, i was supposed to come up with a creative short story. i was good at being creative, and all, but writers block had seemed to finally take it's toll on me. i had a bunch of ideas, it was just... extremely difficult to find a beginning. but, once you had a beginning, then the middle, and the ending of the story came naturally and quite effortlessly. i ran the fingertips of my left hand through my blondish brown hair, my eyes flicking over the blank paper. i had been staring at it for a little over an hour now. i actually began noticing that the light blue lines on the paper weren't exactly even. like, they didn't have the same space between them as others, if you will. i chewed on my bottom lip again, slowly drawing it in. once more, i tapped the pen against the table of the diner; it seemed as if my muse had been drained from me. either that, or i simply had to find myself a new muse. which, i wasn't quite sure how a new muse came about. maybe it would be some girl that strode in through the diner door, or maybe it would just reappear like magic. maybe i was just starting to lose my mind. i glanced out the window right next to where i sat, my gaze flicking over the bodies of people that passed by. none of them seemed to know i was pretty much staring out, straight at them. it was odd, how one could feel safe. especially with creepers, and criminals on the loose that you didn't even know about who were roaming around the streets. hell, one could easily brush up against you, and you wouldn't even know about it. go figure. the world was a place full of surprises -and some of those surprises weren't necessarily any good.

my frustration seemed to be growing, as i glanced back down at the blank piece of paper. the lines stood out, mocking me in a way. i wanted to bash my head against the table, or more like i wanted to bust my head into the damn table. why couldn't i write? writing a simple short story should be the easiest fucking thing to do in the world. but apparently, at this moment it wasn't. it was just a bitch. a pain in the fucking ass. "sir, would you like anything?" a voice asked, causing my head to automatically snap up as if i had heard a bullet explode from a gun. the waitress stood there in her uniform, her auburn -blonde streaked hair tied back into a neat ponytail. she looked at me with large brown eyes, waiting for an answer. hell, why not? i had been here all day as it was -well almost all day, trying to find a beginning to this shit piece assignment. "sure, why not? i'd like a slice of your strawberry cheesecake, and... a glass of water. please and thank you," i responded, watching as she wrote it down, nodding, and walked off with my order. then, my gaze flicked back to the paper. it was taunting me; i swear. the least i could do was come up with a title. tapping the pen on the table, i searched the back of my mind and decided to title it 'the undecided.' because, honestly, i couldn't think of anything better to call it. besides, it wasn't like i knew how the story would go anyways. maybe i'd cliffhang the ending. you know, when a writer writes a book, and leaves you completely hanging at the end -and no series or anything follows? and you're left sitting there, wondering what the fuck just actually happened. i'll be honest, that shit pisses me off -but, it's genius. because when you come out with a second or third book, people will want to read them. they'll be hooked on your writing, whether or not you cliffhang them again. or just end up being as good as nicholas sparks, or stephen king. everyone will love you then.

my thoughts seemed to drift. the tap tap of the pen continued. finally, i clicked the top of the pen, and began to furiously scribble on the once blank paper. something about how a girl ends up getting kidnapped by someone on an assassin mission who needs her as part of the story. part of the plan. how her childhood best friend comes after her to rescue her because he secretly loves her. and how everything falls to shit, and in the end one of them ends up dead. the person dead is clearly the girl, but i leave it at a cliffhang, without saying who it was to leave it to the imagination and will of others. only i'll know what exactly happened when it ended. that's the way i tend to keep most things. to myself. somewhere between writing, and not paying attention to my surroundings, the waitress had brought me my strawberry cheesecake slice and a glass of ice water. i reached over the table, pulling the items forward before taking a small bite of the cheesecake. which, honestly... was to die for. and that's when she walked in...

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"other people speech"
"me talking"

[jodi alise griffith]

the wind was picking up as she pulled her coat tighter around her. jag sighed into the air as the puff of white came and she looked down. the sidewalk was icy and she had already had an issue with slipping. the morning wasn't treating her with as much respect as it normally had lately. she woke up with a headache, her arm hurt from sleeping on it wrong, and she had a lab paper that needed to be in the next week that she had yet to start.

"you need a coffee."

so, she forced herself out of bed and into the shower. the water was so hot that it left her skin red with white spots, and the air in the apartment gave her chills. jagger made her way to get on some jeans and two layered long sleeved t's. looking in the mirror she pulled on the shirts, and put gel in her hair, flipping her head and drying it with the blow dryer.

walking out the door, the girl took one step onto the concrete and fell. she screamed slightly, and caught herself on a fence. "this is fucked..." she thought to herself and rolled her eyes, taking a cautious step onward. there was no way she was going to fall again if she paid better attention.

jagger took out her cell phone... her jaw nearly dropped. it was already almost two in the after noon. she had thought it was only eight or so... no. that was insane, and she rolled her eyes again, and the pain from her neck making her wince. she had slept in so late, and that was unlike her. "looks like no coffee now... it's a soda instead." she grinned slightly to herself, walking towards the diner.

so, the wind was picking up, and luckily she was close to the diner. she walked in, the rush of air pushing past her and she took off her coat. jag walked towards the booths, seeing a boy sitting there alone. what a coincidence.

there was a booth empty next to his, so she sat down. looking at him with a smirk over the top of the divider. there was no way that him looking at her wasn't going to help out her bad morning.. er, afternoon. "can i get you something?" the waitress seemed to be in a bad mood, and she just looked up then at the menu. "uh, get me a pepsi, please.

" the waitress nodded and walked away, returning after a few seconds with her drink.

jagger nodded, thanking the woman, and looking up at the guy in the booth across from her. she smiled at him then looked down, she could see a piece of cheesecake. her stomach growled at her, and when the waitress came back, she ordered the cheesecake.

the first bite was the best and she smiled, looking at her phone. she thought about the paper lab thing she had to do and she sighed, her mood taking a turn for the worse.

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