Post by geneveive carole on Jan 2, 2009 14:12:38 GMT 10
``I'm simply a fool
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"Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you needs is love!"
Genevieve quickly nexted on her iPod. She didn't want to hear Christians rant today. She didn't want to hear love songs. She wanted simplicity, beauty. Which really sucked because most of the songs on her iPod, were, in fact, love songs. Which greatly pissed her off at this moment. Did she really have to be such a sap about love? Like the fact that her best friend was in love with the same guy she was in love with? Could it get anymore suckish? Violet and Lachlan were totally, completely, disgustingly in love. And all the Genevieve got was her iPod and her art supplies. But they would have to do for now. Alexis shoved a simple, white cotton shirt over her head the had a v-neck and a sinched waist. She paired that with extremely white cotton shorts and picked up her art supplies bag. She needed to get out her dorm quickly.
As Jonathan Groff's soothing and equally sexy voice filtered through her earbuds and into her ears, Genevieve cooly walked out of her dorm, smiling and ready to take on the day. Kind of. She just wanted to draw, really really badly. And forget about everything bad that had happened, and seemed to continually happen. Genevieve had always had the worst luck, but it seemed that it was becoming more and more prevalent. Genevieve pulled her white plastic D&G aviators out of her bag, and placed them over her eyes, shielding them from the bright and almost burning Tuscany sun. Genevieve walked out of the building, past the buildings of the campus, and down the winding streets of Tuscany. Genevieve wasn't really sure of where she was going, but then again, she really didn't care. She just kind of wanted a nice scene, something that could keep her painting for a while.
Genevieve continued down the street, watching people go by. After a while of walking, she came upon a quite little field, which was filled with newly sprouting plants and sometimes an animal running through. Genevieve decided this was a good spot. Song of Purple Summer came up, which made Gen laugh a little. The calm and hope of the song was perfect. She had a hope didn't she? She wouldn't be in love with him forever. She wasn't even sure if she was in love with him now. It was a passing fancy. As the bright sun rose even farther over the meadow, the more beautiful it was. Gen let the pencil in her hand take her away, into another land, completely in her head.
