There he goes again, [ O P E N !]

[GARRETT A SANTINO]

And I wanna be there for you,

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• And I wanna, I wanna be the guy that makes you not cry.

Garrett pulled his fingers through his thick red hair, smiling and giving a tired yawn as he grabbed the handle of the door before slipping in. The line, as usual went far down, but he didn't mind as long as he didn't have to go and cook something back at his place. He pulled himself to the back, his eyes sliding over each person in case he might know someone but, as usual no one really caught his eye. But hey, who could give up the chance of some time away from school; and sushi? Slipping his hands into his pockets he pulled out two earphones and carefully put them on; before allowing the ipod to roar into musical bliss.

The boy began to forget exactly where he was; and began to head bob and flail his arms as if he might be beating on a drum. The line was growing shorter, and so was the patience of the people around him. He didn't seem to notice, and even if he did would he care? Garrett looked down for a moment to notice his shoelace hanging idly untied, he stepped slightly to the side and bent to tie it, one earphone slipping out of it's place. Isn't it just awesome when your listening to a song, and than suddenly everyone hears it? But better even, when the song begins to explode into a frenzy of what would sound like, sex noises?

Of course he hastily grabbed his earphone, plugging it back up where it belonged he stood up; awkwardly with a giant grin on his face. The seated restaurant patrons stared up at him for moments before going back to there food, forgetting it ever happened. Way to win yourself some cool points he thought, laughing slightly. His turn was next, and he moved up to the gradient counter with ease, giving the server his best I'm-really-not-that-bad look. Hmm, lets see... Can I get a bowl of Chirashi? He said, watching as the server brought back a bowl of the stuff. He grinned miraculously, handing him the cash, he grabbed the bowl and moved out of line. Finally relieved, and hopeful nothing else could go wrong, he grabbed a fork, but than hesitantly looked back at the chopsticks. Ah, what the heck; he grabbed those too and walked down to the seating area.

It was difficult to find a spot, but eventually he sat down; with a direct view of the outside world. He awkwardly held the chopsticks and hesitantly grabbed a piece of fish. Obviously it slipped from the sticks grasp, falling back into the bowl; and after many frustrated attempts he angrily stabbed it with the tip and flung it into his mouth. Grabbing the fork, he quietly began to scarf down his meal.
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• Music will always be above girls to me.
  

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Notes; Chirashi! <3

[LOVELLA ELAINE GALAN]

It was quite often that she would hear remarks involving how weird or odd she is. Who in their right mind walks while they read? Why would you go to a restaurant by yourself and spend more than half your time there reading? Well, she never understood. What's so wrong with reading a lot? Ella would never understand why people wouldn't like to read. She loved to get sucked into a new world. She loved that "stuck-in-the-pages" feeling where you couldn't get your mind out of the book. Where you act like the character you're reading about without meaning to just because you've been reading the book for so long. Reading was just something Ella loved to do, and so she wrote because she hoped she would inspire other people to love reading, too. But her novel was far from complete and she wasn't really focusing on that right now.

Ella sat in Grand Wok and Sushi Bar, a book called Nightshade in her hand. Of course, you wouldn't be able to tell unless you were sitting in front of her. It was a hardcover book, the cover being a deep purple. It was a thick book, and after knowing Ella for a few days, anyone would be able to tell that she adored thick books. The more to read, the better! She was clad in a simple white tank top with a pure black vest buttoned in front. Her smooth blue jeans had a black belt looped through them and on her feet were her favorite gray ballet flats. Her short, short hair was molded a bit to be a tad spiky, but not too much. Having had her hair very smooth and classy looking the past few days made Ella want a bit of a change and so she put a bit of rebellious spiking to it. Not the faux hawk she does now and then, but it was still a cute look. She wore a light coating of make up with a dark pink lip gloss that sparkled. Her eye shadow was a lightly dusted gray and she sported a thin line of black eyeliner and some mascara that made her eyelashes full.

Ever since the drastic haircut from mildly long to extremely short, Ella looked older and more womanly. No one here would guess that she was just seventeen, especially since she dressed so nicely. Her mother would send some very fashionable clothes all the way from England and oh, both her dad and Bobby would gush over them and make her try them on and then show them every outfit. They would tell her what would mix well with something in a different outfit and she would just sit there and giggle with them and they would express their very good fashion sense. Ella was just surrounded by fashionistas. Her mother who works with a Britsh fashion magazine and her two very gay and very fashionable fathers.

Ella half-smiled just thinking about them and shook her head a little bit. Zoning out in the middle of a chapter meant it was time to go find something else to do for a little while. She'd finished her sushi a long time ago and so she was just sitting at her table with her book and messenger bag. She breathed in deeply, letting it out as a contented sigh. She doggy-ear marked the page she was on and put it in her gray messenger bag at her sigh. She pulled her Samsung Epic out of the pocket in her bag and checked the time, also seeing a message from Bobby. "Make sure you're home by 11:30! Lots of love from me and your dad (: xoxo" Ella smiled a bit at the message before replying with a quick, "No problem! Will probably be home earlier c: Love you both!" before putting it back in her bag.

Standing up she decided to maybe stop by a little clothing store on the way home that she liked to indulge herself with a new top or a new pair of jeans. Maybe another pair of ballet flats like these, she thought as she looked down at her favorite gray flats. They were starting to get torn up and she didn't want to have to give them up without making sure she had another pair just like them. Of course, she had other shoes and her second favorite pair was most definitely her purple high-top Chuck Taylors, but she could do without any of those shoes as long as she had her favorite pair of flats. Ella straightened her shirt and her cute black vest before stepping away from her chair and pushing it back into the correct spot she found it. She slung her bag over her shoulder and started her way toward the door.

But unfortunately, it didn't seem like Ella was going to be leaving right away as her bag's strap hooked onto some lady's chair and suddenly a commotion began. She almost pulled the lady with her along with almost falling from her bag tugging back and as she unhooked it while saying sorry over and over, she turned around to find herself almost colliding with a worker who must have been cleaning or something. She glided around him awkwardly while adding more sorries to him along with that she didn't see him there. To her further misfortune she bumped into some other guy's chair behind her and she turned around quickly to see him sitting there with chirashi in front of him and some headphones and she hoped he wouldn't be mad. She moved a bit to the side so she could see him and she could feel her face beginning to get hot with embarrassment.

"Oh, goodness, I'm so sorry. I just... I didn't know your chair was right there and I had just almost ran into something and I just --" she cut herself off, rambling too fast for him to probably comprehend and took a breath. "My apologies. I'm really sorry," she said again, slower this time for comprehensive purposes. Her English accent came out thicker when she was a bit panicky or angry or embarrassed and this was one of those embarrassment times. Not like she thought twice about it, though.

one thousand forty-three

notes: oh jesus, I didn't think it ended up that long xD

[GARRETT A SANTINO]

And I wanna be there for you,

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• And I wanna, I wanna be the guy that makes you not cry.

Garrett had been eating his food in peace, listening to his music and occasionally beating the table along with the beat. He was very much enjoying his food; considering it was a regular thing he bought here now. It was usually pretty quiet here, and I mean other than the fact that usually he was the one disturbing the place. She came onto the scene with the intent of being quiet, and yet it had the exact opposite effect. He could hear the flustered situation behind him, but he tried his best not to stare. I mean, he was always embarrassing himself; and he didn't like it when others stared either, so why would she? Her voice could be heard over the mellow drone of the song; and she was apologizing, and a smile crept over his face at it, pulling another mouthful of fish and rice into his gob.

He was sure that the commotion was over, and he looked over at the window watching the city outside. It was always busy, but in here it felt quiet; peaceful almost. Stupidly, it reminded him of home, although New York wasn't peaceful; it reminded him of his parents, well... Not his real parents, but his adopted family. He didn't really get along with the ol' 'rents, though. They always pushed him a little too hard to be something he wasn't. They wanted him to be a lawyer; but he laughed in there faces at the thought; him, a lawyer? With his marked up skin and his flat out honesty? Obviously they knew nothing about him, or his love of music.

Now, He smirked; now he was in a big city alone. They were far away, and he could do what he wanted. He quirked his head, glancing at his ipod he pulled out onto his lap, going back to focusing on his music. The song was getting to the good part now, and he was getting ready to rock out to it. Right as he breathed in and threw his chop stick into the air; ready to catch it in a triumph of glory, only for his seat to be hit; and his chopstick come hurdling to the ground.

The boy was mildly dazed, not upset but confused on what happened. He bent downward to pick up the chopstick, lifting his head back up only to see a woman standing there; obviously fashionable, and quite frazzled. It took him a moment to figure out her hastily words; not really because of her accent but because it was so rushed and panicked. He couldn't help but begin a full on torrent of laughter, realizing it was the same girl that had made a ruckus before. His sides ached as he laughed, but for some reason he couldn't stop. He felt bad that she was standing there apologizing, and he was laughing. It's, it's completely fine he giggled, trying to restrain himself.

He replaced his giggling snorts with a bright smile, taking in her appearance. She sure did know how to wear things, in fact she seemed quite mature; which immediately made him shift nervously. He himself dressed rather boyish, his black skinny jeans weren't actually tight; they hung at a loose fit, ending with black high tops which were recently bought. Frankly, he looked like he shopped at hot topic, Which he did; and she looked more like a h&m kinda gal.

It had been mere moments before he said anything, no need to apologize, believe me I do this kinda thing all the time! He grinned, moving his hands so they rested on the table. I'm Garrett, it's nice to meet you... Insert name here? He said, as an attempt to get her to talk with him.
But let me clarify something,[/size]

• Music will always be above girls to me.
  

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Notes; I don't even know, lul.[/url]

[LOVELLA ELAINE GALAN]

A hot face was never good. It usually meant you were turning quite red and for poor Ella, her face just seemed to keep getting hotter. The laughter wasn't really the kindest, and it was even worse because it wasn't like she was usually this much of a klutz. Tempted to just walk away, Ella just stood there dumbfounded at the laughter. She took the time of laughing to actually look at the guy for once. His hair had that messy look to it, and it was longer than her own. She noticed the darkly colored skinny jeans and the t-shirt. Looking down for a second brought her to the realization of his black high-tops and she looked back up at his face again. He dressed like a lot of people in her school did. The look that originally Ella thought was reserved for skaters and punks, but he seemed to hold the look very well. He seemed like he could be around her age. Just out of high school maybe?

It's, it's completely fine, the guy said, the laughter stopping and a bright smile replacing it. Ella bit the inside of her cheek to prevent a sigh of relief. So he wasn't laughing at her, as far as she could tell, just that she bumped into him? She wasn't sure, but she didn't feel quite so embarrassed anymore. A quick glance around her had her spirits go up a bit more now that everyone wasn't really looking like before. She brought her brown eyes back to him as he started to speak again. No need to apologize, believe me. I do this kinda thing all the time! Ella instantly felt a little better. At least she wasn't the only one running into people all the time. She contemplated the situation that had just played out and wondered about putting it in her novel. Her little moment of zoning out quickly came to a close just as it came to an open as he spoke again. I'm Garrett, it's nice to meet you... Insert name here?

Ella let out a small laugh at the 'insert-name-here' comment. "Lovella," she said with a smile of her own, happy that he ended up being friendly and not some crazy psychopath or a rude asshole. She quickly added on to her introduction, though. "Though, it's just Ella. Just.. Just call me Ella," she said, still a bit frazzled from all that just happened and feeling her face begin to cool down. Oh, that was just so embarrassing. "It's nice to meet you, too, Garrett," she added after a heartbeat, sticking out her hand for a handshake. She mentally slapped herself, realizing that his type probably didn't do the whole handshake business. She needed to stop acting like her mom. Still, if he shook it, he shook it. "Uh, so... Are you a tourist? Visiting Vegas, you know?" she asked, a little curious. She liked to meet tourists, so she would usually ask anyway.

four hundred ninety-seven

notes: ehh, it's kind of short this time

[GARRETT A SANTINO]

And I wanna be there for you,

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• And I wanna, I wanna be the guy that makes you not cry.

So, after his rude greeting she didn't exactly seem frightened away, that was good. Even better, she gave him a name! So maybe the big goofball hadn't annoyed her too much, than. He liked her name; Lovella. It had a sort of gentle, peace to it; and plus it was unique. She continued on, and he listened tentatively, as she told him to call her Ella. Ella? But why waste such a much more magnificent name?

She reached out a hand to shake, and after staring at it for moments he grabbed it excited and shook rapidly, as if extremely eager. After a moment he let his hand fall. Garrett realized that she stood, seatless. In his odd ways, he pulled back his seat and stood; too. Being a simple one seated table, it wasn't really fair for him to not stand; that was just his perspective on it. You have a really nice name. He stated, lifting his fork to scoop some rice into his mouth. He chewed quietly as she asked him if he was a tourist; and he looked at her with a sideways glance.

Nah, well... Nah. He said with a bit of a laugh. Moved here for a bit more freedom, and I go to the college here. Although she probably wasn't interested in all that, she looked well into her career days. I'm from New york, and lemme guess you were born here? He shrugged, before noticing there similarity in hair color. Hey man, we're hair twins practically. He stated, although it was true, but hers was a much deeper color compared to his.

The girl was really different than him, she seemed so much different than someone he might casually meet. She was complexer, even by just meeting her. She came off as bashful, which was a nice trait to have.
But let me clarify something,[/size]

• Music will always be above girls to me.
  

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Notes; Must sleeeeeeep. -zombie-

[LOVELLA ELAINE GALAN]

Almost convinced that he wasn't going to shake her hand, Ella was about to awkwardly bring it back. That's when he took her by surprise and eagerly grabbed her hand, shaking it like a dog would excitedly shake it's tail. Ella's whole arm shook with the motion and she brought her other hand up to try and keep her arm from moving so much. As he stopped, Ella laughed a little, perplexed by the man in front of her. He was definitely an odd character and she silently wished that his life was a book with him as the protagonist - preferably in first person - so she could understand him better. The uncontrollable laughter quickly replaced by a smile, the wild shaking of hands -- You have a really nice name. -- ... the way he just randomly stands up. Did he feel uncomfortable sitting while she was standing?

"Thank you," she said simply, now looking up at him. She was only roughly 5'6'' and he had to at least be six feet tall. Ella almost felt uncomfortable with him standing. He proceeded to take a bite of his food, which further provoked thoughts of how odd he was. As he answered her on the tourist question, she was pleased that he was also a resident. Although tourists were interesting, it was nice to know someone who wasn't just here for the casinos, the buffets, or the booze and dancing. Personally, Ella wasn't really into any of that, and she wasn't even very fond of living here for that matter, but she dealt with it anyway. Her dad and Bobby seemed to like it just fine, and after school ended she'd be going back to England for awhile. Ella nodded when he mentioned being a college student. So he was out of high school - just like she thought.

"Oh? I'm in my last year of high school here," she said, not even thinking about how much older she looked with the haircut and the clothes. She thought she looked like any other teenager. "I'm from New york, and lemme guess you were born here?" he assumed with a shrug to go along with it. Before she got the chance to answer, he once again added to his weird personality. "Hey, man, we're hair twins practically." Ella's eyebrows knitted together in confusion before she looked up at his hair. It took her a moment, but she suddenly giggled a bit and smiled. "I guess you're right, though mine's darker. Maybe I could pass as your sister," she said with another giggle, thinking of how silly that would be. Pretending to be brother and sister would be fairly amusing.

Ella almost forgot what the previous question was and snapped her focus back to her answer. "Oh, right. I'm not from here," she answered with a polite smile. "I was born in New York, actually. Rochester, I believe, but we only lived there for a year. Uh," she trailed off, thinking of where they were next. It's not like she had quite the vivid memory she has now at the age of two. "My mum went back to England soon after and my Dad moved to Minnesota and then he lived in Oregon and two and a half years ago he moved here," she finished, blinking in slight surprise at how many places she's lived. She'd forgotten that it was the real reason she was more into books than into making lots of friends. She never had friends very often, going to England every summer - sometimes for a year - and then coming back to find all her friends had new friends or her dad moved once more. Books were the one thing she could always take with her. "I switch between here and England, really," she added, most likely boring him with her life.

She glanced around and noticed an empty table with two chairs and looked back to Garrett and then to his seat. Ella made a motion with her thumb to the extra chairs and kept her eyes on him. "I could get another chair if you'd rather sit? I'm not in a hurry," she said, though she probably could have fooled him with the sound of the ruckus she caused. Ella herself would have assumed someone was trying to get out of there fast and bumped into a lot of people on the way. She turned her body slightly as if she was going to get the chair, but kept her brown eyes on Garrett's as she waited for his approval. She didn't think standing while he ate was a very good idea at his height. He'd end up spilling forkfuls all over the place. It was a good thing he wasn't using chopsticks. 

seven hundred ninety-four

notes: I looked up both their heights xD it said that nick's was at least six feet or something like that

[GARRETT A SANTINO]

And I wanna be there for you,

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• And I wanna, I wanna be the guy that makes you not cry.

He watched her quietly, playing with one of the many bracelets he wore on his wrist. He was utterly shocked when she told him how old she was. Her last year of highschool? He could of easily pegged her as being slightly older than himself! Wow, I figured you might be at least three years older than me! He was genuinely surprised at her, but he didn't want to be rude so he tried his best to act normal about it. When she laughed he felt instantly better, sometimes his personality just oozed out of his ears and he never really knew who people would take it. When she told him where she was born, he gasped enthusiastically before speaking. I know what we are! Long lost siblings separated at birth. I was adopted, y'know when I was a baby. He laughed.

She continued and he was actually surprised that she had moved and been to so many places. It had nearly taken him two years just to get out of the big apple, it was difficult saving the cash when there was so much to spend it on. Nice! England. That's pretty sweet, man. I wouldn't mind traveling when I'm outta this place. He brushed his fingers through his hair, a usual habit. So you live with your dad than? That's cool.

The boy casually thought about life after college, he had an odd major and minor. Two very opposite things, but two things he enjoyed very much. He didn't quite know where they would take him, though. He was majoring in Math, and minoring in music. He could travel, and play; but oddly enough when he got up on stage everything about him vanishes. He has a horrible case of stage fright. Which than makes it stupid for him to think about traveling like that. Garrett quietly thought about what place he would want to travel to the most, and the thought instantly appeared into his head; Tokyo. It hadn't been long as he lost his trail of thought, though before he looked back at her.

He watched as her hand glided to point out an extra seat, and he was relieved she didn't mind sitting with the goof. Er, I better get that. Don't want you to get her bag caught on something again, or bump into someone-- Well actually, bumping into me wasn't that bad, it was actually good! I met my long lost sister! He joked, quickly walking over to fetch the seat he lifted it and carried it back, placing it down slightly behind her. There ya go. He said, falling into his seat; assuming she would do the same.

Garrett was still so surprised to find out she was younger than him. Well, it could probably be pretty obvious for some people. But he never could really guess peoples ages. If he looked at his mother, he might easily assume over 50, when she was just crawling into her mid 40's.

But let me clarify something,
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• Music will always be above girls to me.
  

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Notes;I didn't even know that, lol!