Can You Feel The Pressure? [Lillian]

[TRENT NATE COLLINS]

Trent stood in one of the music rooms, his electric guitar hooked up to a medium-sized amp. He had nothing to do and his triplets, Weston and Aric, had gone to be their popular and rebellious selves, respectively. So, Trent was left to do what he did best. Play guitar and sing "in an emo way" as Aric had described it. Rolling his eyes, he started singing, letting his fingers fly across the guitar, strumming the all familiar chords.

"Tell me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again

'Cause I fear I might break
and I fear I can't take it
Tonight I'll lie awake feeling empty

I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you"

Singing Paramore's Pressure somehow always brought Trent peace.... but not today. Trent was off in his own world now, the song bringing him into his past. His mind was aimlessly shooting grabbing the first memory that it saw. Unfortunately, the memory was of the day that Trent's girlfriend (now ex) had broken up with him, just two days before he was sent to Stanfield by his father.

Flahsback -- Two Years Ago

"Trent, I have something to say." When a girl - especially Skye Powers - said that, it meant something bad. Something along the lines of "we're breaking up" or "there's someone else" or "I hate you". Things like that. The then-17-year-old boy sighed, "Which one, Skye? You breaking up with me? Cheating? Is there someone else that you found? Somebody better? Pick an answer." Obviously, Skye hadn't expected this response from her boyfriend and hesitated for a bit, "Um.... it's both." Oh, no, she fucking didn't. That just hurt Trent deeper than any wound that he had gotten from being his younger triplet's punching bag.

Instead of giving Skye a piece of his mind - or fist -, he sighed and simply nodded, "Alright then. Bye." He turned on his heel and started walking away, hanging his head low. Ignoring Skye's protests of "I'm sorry" behind him, he headed home, wondering how much alcohol he had to drink before he died. Or how many cuts he had to make before he bled dry.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Trent continued concentrating on singing and strumming, a lone of thought of "love isn't for me" running through his head.

"Now that I'm losing hope
And there's nothing else to show
For all of the days that we spent
Carried away from home

Somethings I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone feeling empty."

WORDS ?! 459
LYRICS ?! Pressure by Paramore! <333
MUSE ?! alright
MOOD ?! blarghy bored
CREDIT ?! me, of course. XD i love my awesome banner/post header. <3

[LILLIAN AIMEE MOORE]

* / these children learn from
cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women & cheap drinks

the nineteen year old had been slowly drifting from room to room in the asylum for hours. it had been a normal, argument filled day, and lillian was tense. she'd been woken up at the crack of dawn by a guard who'd demanded she go to see her therapist immediately. obviously, lillian refused. after getting dressed, she somehow managed to slip past the burly looking man and down a side exit out of the main asylum building. it hadn't taken long for the guard to realise his precious cargo had escaped, and lily had successfully managed to avoid the man for an hour until he caught up with her. harsh words were spoken, and she was dragged quite inhumanely to the therapists office. there she had wasted yet another hour being moaned at, and her lack of reaction appeared to infuriate the therapist who attempted - and failed - at keeping calm. his reluctance to let her go turned the already moody lillian into a downright bitchy one. only last night her bipolar had been at a good phase, and she'd been all smiles and laughter. now she looked like she was going to kill someone.

after she was finally able to leave the therapists room, lillian had stormed straight down the stairs back to her teenager block. the block was devoid of any life, and lily guessed her other dormmates had fled the room the minute they were all open again in the morning. she flung herself down on her bed, and glared at the ceiling. didn't those fucking therapists realise there was no need to stuff her full of pills, and try to cure her. there was nothing wrong with her! her frown grew bigger the longer she stayed there, and at the sound of some of her roomates - or people who didn't even belong in this block - stumbling into the room, lillian vacated it pretty quickly. she had no interest in hearing the couple having sex, or whatever they were planning to do. she'd probably either a) join in (and she doubted they'd appreciate that, but you never knew in this place) or quite potentially b) lash out and tell them to fuck off. she was known for her slight violence when in her bad phase of bipolar.

without even knowing it, lillian's feet carried her straight to the performing arts block. aka, her home. she bypassed the drama and art rooms, and headed to the music floor. the various noises of drums and guitar hit her ears the moment her foot touched the floor, and she smiled. her anger faded slightly, before coming back full force at the sound of some off drum beats in a random music room. she rolled her eyes, passing the room full of the tone deaf 'musicians' and attempted to find an empty room. however, she was nearing the end of the corridor when the sound of one of her favourite songs leaked out from under a door. she paused, hearing a male voice singing the words to "pressure" and she cautiously pushed the door open. inside stood trent, and her anger faded even more when she recognised him. "you're good!" she called out, stepping into the room and letting the door close behind her.

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* / STATUS finished
* / TAG trent <3
* / WORDS 544
* / COMMENTS just rambles XD
* / LYRICS 3OH!3

[TRENT NATE COLLINS]

Trent stopped his strumming as he heard a familiar voice call out. Looking up, he smiled, already feeling slightly better at the sight of his secret crush, "Hi, Lily." Ever since meeting Lillian and finding out that they had a lot in common - music being the major common interest - Trent had fallen (for a lack of words) for the talkative musician girl.

Taking off his guitar and propping it up against the wall, he took a seat on a nearby stool, motioning for her to sit beside him on another stool. Tilting his head slightly at Lily, he spoke, "Can I ask you a question? I need some advice. There's this girl that I like. Actually, I've liked her for some time... and I can't figure out to tell her. And, I don't know how to tell her." He sighed and chuckled, "I, uh, actually do realize that I shouldn't be saying this to you - being a girl and all. But I just need some friendly advice."

WORDS ?! blah
LYRICS ?! Pressure by Paramore! <333
MUSE ?! fail
MOOD ?! blarghy bored
CREDIT ?! me, of course. XD i love my awesome banner/post header. <3

[LILLIAN AIMEE MOORE]

* / these children learn from
cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women & cheap drinks

the strumming stopped the moment that lillian spoke, and she smiled at trents reply. out of all the people in this dreadful place, trent appeared to be one of the more normal ones. or at least, it seemed like that. according to lillian, any musician was sane and didn't deserve to be locked up in a place like this. lily remembered the morning she'd met trent - it had been just like any other; therapy sessions galore, and witnessing yet another breakdown of inmate and counsellor alike. she'd been in the canteen, grabbing whatever decent food she could, when she'd bumped into a figure who was oblivious to his surroundings. or at least, he hadn't seen or heard lillian. her tray had gone all over the floor - and with it the decent food she'd been able to find - and her previously good mood had evaporated. she'd instantly started having a go at the poor boy, but then realised half way through that he was now, and didn't know how the place worked. strangely for lillian, she took pity on the poor boy and ceased her unnessecary yelling. and from that day on, the two had become friends. of course, lillian had taken to making sure none of the bitchy populars picked on him too much. lily herself was too much of a bitch at times for people to mess with either her or her friends.

at his motion to sit on a nearby stool, lillian did the complete opposite and pulled herself up onto one of the many amps lining the wall. she let her legs dangle down and swing, as she shifted and got herself comfortable. she always had been a strange girl. "of course you can ask me a question," she replied, pulling her legs up and sitting cross legged in an awkward position on the amp. "oh, a girl?!" lily asked excitiedly, leaning forwards slightly as she listened to trent speak. her fingers strayed to a thread on her skinny jeans, and she absently began pulling at the thin fabric. "i'm not sure ..."

[/color] she muttered, a frown appearing as she thought. "as silly as this sounds, have you thought about telling her straight out?" lily smiled and laughed slightly at trents next words. "girls are supposed to be good at this! but i don't seem to be able to give some good advice,"[/color] thankfully her bad mood had appeared to disappear.

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* / TAG trent <3
* / WORDS 406
* / COMMENTS ehhh. hope you don't mind how they met ^^
* / LYRICS 3OH!3[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[TRENT NATE COLLINS]

Trent took Lily's idea of just telling his crush that he liked her straight out, "Well, she's a close friend and if I just told her flat out.... I mean, I just don't want to ruin my friendship with her." He shrugged, tapping his foot lightly on the floor. A few minutes of silence passed, giving Trent time to think. Here she was, right in front of him. And he had the perfect opportunity to tell her how he felt. Would he completely make a fool of himself? There was only one way to find out.

Trent broke the silence that had enveloped the whole room and started speaking, hesitating at moments, "About telling that girl straight out.... um," He stood up and walked over to where Lily was sitting on one of the amps, leaning against an amp himself, "I just told her." A tone of hinting was his voice but anybody with a common sense could get the hint easily. While he gave Lily time to sort out what he said or prepare some rejection speech, Trent stared at his shoelaces, pretending that the white laces were fascinating. A moment later, pulling up his courage, he muttered, "I knew I shouldn't  have even said anything in the first place..."

WORDS ?! blah
LYRICS ?! Pressure by Paramore! <333
MUSE ?! fail
MOOD ?! blarghy bored
CREDIT ?! me, of course. XD i love my awesome banner/post header. <3