Post by DJ on Dec 26, 2009 14:18:45 GMT -5
You only hold me up like this,
‘cause you don’t know who I really am.
Sometimes I just want to know what it’s like to be you.
‘cause you don’t know who I really am.
Sometimes I just want to know what it’s like to be you.
“Doesn’t that look simply perfect, Noël?” the teenager spoke to her dog, who stared at her blinking, as she took a step back and admired her work of art on the granite counter. But this wasn’t the usual form of art for Estee Rose Garner. She didn’t create it with her graphite pencils or acrylic paints. She traveled slowly into the living room, collapsing onto Hope’s overstuffed couch and sighed, fanning her shirt. The teenager had just prepared, to her, the most beautiful picnic lunch imaginable. It consisted of Spinach and Strawberry Salad, California Grilled Veggie Sandwiches, and Chocolate Mousse for dessert. It was all homemade, beautiful looking, and packed for a flawless picnic for two, fitting perfectly inside a whicker basket Hope had found for her in the attic.
The pitter-patter of small dog paws moved across the linoleum floor of the kitchen and silenced when they reached the carpet of the living room, waiting at the bottom of the couch for permission. Estee patted her lap softly with one hand and the Papillon happily leapt up onto her owner’s lap, snuggling in, even though it was much to hot to snuggle for too long. The sixteen year old smiled, not caring about the heat, stroking the dog as she waited for Daniel to arrive.
Estee had asked Daniel to come around 11, bathing suit underneath his clothing suggested, just in case. Estee wasn’t sure if the weather was going to stay like this or not, but if it did, a small swim would have been fun and refreshing. She’d only mentioned riding to the beach and possibly swimming. She was planning on keeping the picnic idea a surprise until he actually got here. She ran her small pale hand through her long black hair which had lost most of it’s loose curl at the bottom from the humidity. It hung flatly against her pale face, cheeks pink from the heat.
She’d planned a little game for the day as well, but wasn’t going to let Daniel know until later.
Wearing;; This