show me your teeth(dustin!)

[AMBIANCE MONOE LENNON]

outfitt - click!

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Wow, today was super duper pretty. Ambiance's jaw dropped as she looked outside of her window in her room, she then yawned and stretched. It was about ten in the morning, for ambiance was a little morning bird. Her bright blue eyes looked lazingly into the mirror that was set infront of her bed and she put her straight long blackish brown hair into a ponytail and she grabbed her makeup bag that was sitting on her bed and she began to put on her make up, after a few minutes she put on strawberry chapstick and smiled at herself in the mirror, she looked pretty good today . She slipped out of her large beatles t-shirt and red pajama shorts and scurred around her room to find an outfit. She decided to be lazy today and wear a black shirt with a wolf on it, a horn necklace, tight black skinnies, and her favorite black small boots. The 4'11 girl hummed as she sprayed on a citrus perfume on her body as she got dressed and whistled as she looked around, slipping on her many bracelets and checked herself out in the mirror, not vainly; just to see if she looked alright. Ofcourse, being her negative selfconscience self, she didn't like what she saw. She ran her fingers of her left hand over the tattoo running up her right arm and sighed. She felt like singing today.

With a shrug, she grabbed her dorm key and slipped it into her back pocket, as well as her cell phone as she left her room, a little skip in her step as she walked. She closed her door and locked it behind her and she was off to the performing arts block. It didn't take her long to walk to it. She stepped inside, seeing it was empty and looked upon the performing stage, oh perfect, a black piano sat there, just begging to be played. She ran to the stage, clumsingly tripping and almost falling on her way there. She giggled as she hopped onto the stage and sat down infront of the piano and popped her knuckles before she starting playing a simple tune on the piano as she hummed to herself, closing her eyes as the musical high came to her. She didn't need drugs, all she needed was her ciggerettes and music. She played a slow tune as she sang "If life is just a melody then why don't all the pissy people go ahead and sing it with me, go ahead and sing it with me?" Ambiance's fingers danced along the keys and she stopped for a second as she heard the door open to the building and she looked up to the door and she asked softly "Uh... hello?"

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[DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY]

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He had been around the corner, playing his guitar. Smiling like usual only with a light hum. He had been playing a song he wrote when he was eight. It seemed to be about a butterfly looking in the reflection of a puddle, finding out who he really was. A sweet, but very childish, song that took him about a day to write. Today he wouldn't be able to write songs about butterflies. He'd have to write about love or his life. But not something as simple and sweet as butterflies. Which is what made him love his childhood songs. Made him wish he wrote more than he had or remembered. It was hard since he had lost some of them throughout the last few years.

He peeked over only to see a girl enter the performing arts block. Curiosity had caused him to grab the marker and cut out pieces of cardboard beside him, taking his guitar and get up. He stood at the door, listening to the soft sound coming from inside. Carefully listening to the words, he set his hand on the door "opener-handle-thingy." He started to hum, knowing the song since he had learned the way to play it on guitar. Or at least the right chords to go along with the piano.

Pushing slightly, the door opened just a bit, slipping. The acoustic guitar hung from a strap that went over his chest. He had dropped the marker, now opening the door completely as the girl called for the mysterious being. He gripped the cut out cardboard tightly as he bent down to pick up the marker and completely walked in, smiling. He didn't give her a response. Instead, he set his guitar down, now writing on one of the cardboard pieces. One word had been written.

"Hi"

He closed the lid of the black marker, a small smile planted on his face. This girl seemed to be musically skilled so he got a feeling they'd probably get along. She'd probably get the impression he was mute but he'd fix that later. Then, looking her in the eyes, he held the cardboard square up for her to see. Quickly taking it down though, he used the marker to write something else, only to bite his lip, still smiling through that. Holding up the sign it now read:

Hi :)

Dustin did think the smiley was necessary. How could it not be?

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