( you found me ) nicholas

[claire marie morris]

lost and insecure, you found me,
YOU FOUND ME, LAYING ON THE FLOOR

The wind blew slightly through the trees and the cool breeze sent a shiver up the spine. The final bell had rang for the day and it had seemingly set all of the students free from the prison of classes and work for another day. It was a great feeling, being able to walk out of the school building, knowing that there wasn't going to be classes for the next two days, seeing as the weekend was finally upon them. This week had seemed to drag on so slow for Claire, the days going by like molasses and the nights full of nightmares reguarding only one thing for her, her mother. She had blamed herself for her mother's death for so many years that it was stuck in her head, something she couldn't get out. All it took was one red light and that was it. If she hadn't have had to be picked up from dance that night, she wouldn't have lost her mother. Her mother would still be here to tell her funny stories about when she was little or to have 'girl talks' with. That was probably what she missed the most. Just once, she wished that she could have a one on one, serious conversation with her mother. Whenever she would try to talk to her father, things would just get awkward quicker than she would have liked, turning them both off of the subject right away. Of course, she did have her best friend to turn to, but it wasn't the same. She needed her mother, and it was all her fault that she didn't have one.

Walking out of the classroom, Claire had only one thing she really wanted to do, and that was draw. She knew it would help her get her mind off of the nightmares she'd been having, so it was exactly what the doctor ordered. Plus, if there was ever a place were drawing could get done, it was the courtyard. From her locker, she grabbed her brown, leather jacket, just in case she got chilly, and her flip over note pad. After pulling on her jacket, she shoved a few black pens inside her messanger bag along with the note pad. She then hustled her way through people, trying to make it to make it to the courtyard unnoticed by anyone. Most of the time, she liked to fade into the woodwork, not worrying about what people were doing around here, just as long as they didn't bother her. Bumping into a person here and there, Claire hustled through the crowd, not making eye contact with anyone who would want to sit and have a chat with her with a happy tone in their voice. That really annoyed her at times. She never really understood how a person could be so cheery all the time, but she wasn't one to judge. She just knew that she didn't want to deal with that. She didn't want to have to plaster a fake smile acrossed her lips and pretend to be interested in their latest boy troubles when, frankly, she didn't care.

Finally, Claire had made it to the large stone archway that led to the courtyard. When she stepped onto the cobblestone pathway, she knew she had made it and a painful smile crossed her lips. Most people who saw Claire could tell there was something eating away at her inside, seeing as she always seemed to have a slightly painful look in her eyes. Only a select few knew what was really on her mind, and she liked it that way. Making her way over to a bench, Claire sat down on it, crossing her legs, Indian style, on top of it. She pulled out a black pen and her note pad, then placed her messanger bag on the side of her on the grass. She then flipped open her note pad and just drew. She had an idea of what her sketch was going to be, but she couldn't quite visualize it completely, but after about fifteen minutes, the outline of her sketch was complete. All she needed to do after that was color it, but she didn't have the supplies for that right now, so she just looked at it with her head tilted slightly to the side, as if she were studying it for a huge exam. She looked up from her drawing and at the people around her. Not that many people had decided to come out to the courtyard today, which felt like a godsend to Claire. She wasn't exactly a people person, but she did like company every once in a while. As she watched the people go by, she tried to think of one word to describe each of them. Snob. Jock. Stoner. All of those came to mind when she looked around, but when she looked around, but before she could do everyone in her mind, she tried to think of one word to describe herself. Once it popped into her head, she wrote it down on her paper in bolded letters. Alone.

[megan3]

Voice lessons, check. One more thing marked off of Nick’s list of things to do today. He had just finished his one on one coaching session with the chorus teacher here at Murphy Academy. She taught voice lessons to all the drama and acting students. She taught music some as well, but one day she had told Nick that ‘one on one voice lessons have more of a connection.’ He knew she was right, he had come along way in his range of notes since being here at the academy. He was still slightly new, but starting to fit in well.

Nick is typically a socially shy boy, but when he’s at center stage, belting out the notes of a musical, he’s more strong and independent than he’s ever been in his normal, natural life. Some of his favorite musicals are: Sweeney Todd, Grease, and Oklahoma. He enjoyed being on the stage, acting as someone else. His dream is to make it to Broadway, to perform in New York in front of thousands and millions of people. He was going to be the next Robert Preston or Jerry Orbach.

Nick closed the folder of music in front of him, his teacher already gone from the small room filled only with a piano and bookshelves full of sheet music. He moved to the bench at the piano. He laid his fingers on the elegant keys and began to play that lullaby that he himself had written some time ago. His one secret that he never reveals is that he write his own music. He had written the lullaby for his niece, his older brother’s daughter, Jenny. She was the most beautiful baby and Nick loved to baby sit her. He played the song once through and then closed the cover back over the keys and left the small music room, entering the crazed hall of students making a mad dash for the dorms. Classes were finished for the day.

Nick went to his locker located on the far side of the building from the music rooms, but close to the courtyard. He swapped out his books, taking the ones he needs for homework purposes with him. He closed the locker, stopped by the bathroom and then headed outside. It was a gloomy spring day, the sun was not out, but it wasn’t raining, yet. So that was a plus. It rained a lot in Ireland. He put his hands in his jeans pockets and headed for his dormitory. He passed under the stone archway and the sidewalk changed to cobblestone. His heart sand immediately. There she was. Claire Morris. The blond bombshell of his nightly dreams. He could not believe he was this close t her and still could not form any words in his mind to talk to her. Should he say something, or maybe just sit on the bench next to her, and hope that she says something? He wasn’t sure of the correct introduction protocol. But he was sure that she wouldn’t talk to him anyways. So taking that risk, he sat down in the empty space beside her and to be even more brave… he said Hope this seat wasn’t saved. He really hoped it wasn’t saved because then he would feel like a complete idiot. He looked at her, waiting for her to look up from her what looked like a sketchbook.

OOC- I too am a OTH fan! I love Jake & Peyton together in season one & two. But I love Leyton in Season Six!

[claire marie morris]

lost and insecure, you found me,
YOU FOUND ME, LAYING ON THE FLOOR

As Claire looked down at her paper, she wanted nothing more but it tear it up and rip it into a million pieces. Her best friend would constantly tell her to stop mopping around and she wouldn't be so lonely or so depressed looking, then maybe she'd get someone. Seriously, it was hard for people to understand Claire. She was a pretty compex individual after all. She had been through more than all of the others her age could've even thought off, but no one knew that. She didn't mind that, though. She didn't want people to give her 'the look' which consisted of basically telling the person that you feel sorry for them by scrunching their eyes and making a sort of a sighing noise. Besides, parties may be fun, but they were basically just getting drunk, hooking up, and regretting it the next day. Sure, she'd had a boyfriend here and there, but never anything too serious. She was always just in it for fun, and after that last break up, she was finished. She didn't want to go for just fun anymore. She wanted someone stable, someone she could count on, someone who wouldn't want to change her into something she wasn't. She knew that was a stretch, but she could still hope, couldn't she?

As she continued to stare at the page, Claire noticed that someone had taken a seat next to her on the bench. She didn't bother to look up to see who it was, seeing as they probably didn't even give a damn that she was sitting right there, but was surprised to hear a smooth voice, talking in her direction. She took her eyes off of her paper and they traveled over to her new companion who looked vaguely familiar to her, but she couldn't seem to remember where she had seen him before. Probably just around the school, but she could've sworn that she'd seen him before. She took in a deep breath of the crisp Irish air and then spoke. "It wasn't," she said, in her normal voice. It was not high pitched or squeaky, like some girls, it was distinct. It was definately a voice that if you heard once, you would surely remember who's mouth it escaped from. She forced a slight smile and then looked down at her paper for a second.

Not wanting to be rude, Claire looked back over at the young man sitting beside her. She was in no way, shape, or form shy, she just didn't like to associate with people who didn't want to talk to her or who wanted to talk to her about stupid things like hair dos or outfits. She could never understand why someone would tell you where they got their outfit if no one asked. Sometimes, she just wanted to say 'I don't care' and walk away, but she didn't really want to cause confrontations over something as stupid as that. "So. I'm Claire," she said, trying to fill the dread silence that the two shared. Since she didn't really know him, she really doubted that he knew who she was, so she figured, what the hell? Introduce yourself and see where that leads you. Besides, as she looked him over, he didn't seem like someone who would bore her. He had strong features with beautiful brown eyes complimented with his hair, which was the same color. She wondered for a second, waiting for him to say something back, about the reason he was out here. Maybe he was trying to get away from people, too. Or maybe he just wanted some fresh air. She didn't know, but in a way, she was glad that he had sat down next to her.



(OOC : woo! oth = love. jeyton ftw! that's why i always tend to go toward that on sites like this. haha. but leyton sure has grown on me! can't wait for leyton jr!)