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Amelia
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02-24-2010, 03:06 AM
Jeremiah slowly rolled over onto his side, squinting his eyes open to read his clock, not wanting to let too much light in. He glanced at the clock, it was still a little too early for him, but he knew he was going to have to get up sometime. He sat up, letting his blanket fall into his lap, scratching his bear chest as he adjusted to the daytime light. With a sigh he lifted himself up, and grabbed a towel that was on the floor near his mattress. He strolled out of his room, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers as he walked down the hall, finally finding the bathroom. He took a quick warm shower, placing the towel around his waist when he was finished. He stepped out of the shower, standing over the sink as he pulled his toothbrush from behind the cabinet door. He started scrubbing his teeth, when he heard a knock on the door.
"Hey, can you hurry up? I've really gotta pee," some female voiced begged. He spit the soap out of his mouth, sighing that he couldn't even brush his teeth in peace. He wondered if he'd met this girl before, or if it was his father's current "girlfriend." He'd been staying here lately to be closer to the studio his band played at. His real apartment that he loved was in Ireland, but this would have to do for now. He opened the door and looked at the woman, she was barely wearing any clothes and had way overprocessed, dead hair. He gave her a small smile, just to be polite, as he walked by and she raced into the bathroom. He returned to his room, closing the door behind him. He walked over to a pile of clothes on the floor, and pulled out a nice pair of jeans, with an old black Fred Perry shirt. He got dressed and walked over to the small mirror on the back of the door, gently ruffling his hair for a moment, letting it fall into place. He grabbed his old flight jacket on a chair next to the door, slipping it over his shoulders and quickly pulled on his old, very beat up, oxblood Doc Martens. He checked his pockets, making sure he had his keys and a pack of cigarettes for the day. He smiled silently to himself, hoping there was a lighter or matches in his car. He left his room and went down the hallway, taking the stairs to the first floor. He peeked into the kitchen for a moment, and saw his father groggily making a cup of coffee.
"I'm heading to the studio," Jeremy mentioned to his father as he headed for the front door. "Wait," he heard his dad answer, taking his time to catch up to Jeremy. He appeared in the hall, a half smirk on his face. "So, you met Erin. Did you like her? I actually kind of like her," he confessed. Jeremy shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed at the doorknob. "I wouldn't consider being kicked out of the bathroom for a piss break "meeting," but sure, she seemed nice," he replied, not exactly waiting for a response before slipping out of the house. He walked over to his car waiting next to the sidewalk. He hopped into the car, and he pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket. He rumaged around in the backseat floor, eventually finding his lighter. He gently lit the smoke, throwing the lighter back. He felt for his phone in his jeans, pulling it out and going to his contacts to find Elizsarah's number. He flipped the phone open to send her a text message that read Do you want me to pick you up on my way to the studio? Strangely enough, he loved driving people around. He relaxed back, continuing to finish up his smoke, waiting for Lizzy to reply before he pulled out.
Jeremy's father's house.
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