Walking on Air (Open)

[petertaylorsmith]

If I could write you a song to fall in love
I would already have you under my arms

Peter sighed as he threw his scarf over his shoulder. He wanted some company but everyone was busy. Viv was busy with her website and designing and his family is busy running the record shop. Even his nanny was busy. He doesn't know how people could be busy all the time. He had a lot of things to do but still made time for himself or to hang out with friends. He loved America especially New York. He loved the nightlife in New York. It made him remember his fun nights in Austerlia. He missed his home a lot.

He remembered when his friends threw a party, it was huge. All the girls came and he got to dance with some of them. They were quite beautiful to him. That was during his single days before the girl he loved walked into his life but then he cheated on her and regrets it. That's the past now. He was looking forward to the future. He learned from his past and that's all anyone could do. He wasn't the type to live in the past. He prefer living in the present otherwise he would fall on his face if he stayed in the past. He wanted to be the best person he could possibly be.

Peter could feel the icy air hit his soft cheeks. He glanced around and smiled at a few people. He felt a bit lonely, which is something he hated. He didn't want people to know him as lonely boy or loner. He was rarely alone but when he is, he's always scared to be called that. He rather be called hottie with an incredible accent or something else. He was a bit cocky. He knows that he is cute but he won't flaunt that with other people. Girls don't like cocky guys generally and he knew that. But he also know that girls don't like low self-esteemed guys. There needed to be a balance and he had it.

Tagged: Open
Word Count: 358
Notes: None
Lyrics: Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner

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[LUCINDA DEMILUNE SANG]

i'mma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans
------------------ BE YOUR TEENAGE DREAM TONIGHT

There was so much she would have rather been doing than her homework. In fact, that was one of the reasons she hated doing it at all; Lucinda was not much of a worker, only when it came to broadway, and the teen star was not so keen on work that consisted of centroids of triangles and how one was supposed to find them. In fact, she could make a list of fifteen or more things she would much rather be doing than centroids of triangles, and most of them consisted being out of her house. It wasn't that she disliked her family; she didn't, loved them, but her two younger brothers were so noisy and her mother so adamant that she do her schoolwork to perfection that sometimes it was nice to just take a breather for a minute.

And so she ended up in Times Square. She was dressed quite fashionably, as most teen stars are, and as she made her way down the street and into Times Square, she felt quite pleased with her decision. If she was out of the house, her mother assumed she was doing something fairly important; which meant she wasn't going to get yelled at for not doing her homework when she got home. Besides, it was a Saturday! As a teenager, it was required of her to get at least two days out of the weekend to relax and do as she pleased. Whether she do all her work on Friday or Sunday, she always got it done and got it done well; she just wanted at least two of the three days to do as she pleased. And usually, what she pleased was not school work.

She had more of a life than that.

Lucinda paused by a vendor, purchasing a cup of coffee and thanking the man before heading on her way again. It was best, she supposed, if she took her time and enjoyed the day; it was bright, and snowing very lightly; enough to do the chocolate colored curls of her hair with tiny snowflakes and make her nose and cheeks redden slightly with the cold. But it was a pleasant enough day, nonetheless! The teen brushed some snowflakes from her eyelashes, barely paying attention to where she was going, when she bumped into someone -- nearly spilling her coffee on him, but managing to move quick enough that it only spilled a bit on the crowd. A disappointed noise came from her lips.

She glanced up at the boy she'd run into. "Sorry," she apologized, looking once at him and then forlornly at her spilled coffee. Just her luck, to get distracted and loose her coffee like that. "Guess I was too busy with the snowflakes." She rolled her eyes and then tightened the lid on her coffee (or what was left of it) to preserve the heat. The warm liquid inside was minimal, but heat still seeped into the bare fingers that were wrapped around the cup. Her breath came out foggy and she gave a curious smile to the boy, holding out one of her slightly chilly hands. "I'm Lucinda. Lucinda Sang. Again, sorry I ran into you."

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[petertaylorsmith]

If I could write you a song to fall in love
I would already have you under my arms

Peter's family had money and they were known to have money. Lets face it, he could buy anything he desired and right now he desired to walk with someone around the park. He had homework but that could wait. He had other things to do and he needed to catch up on his to do list. One was finding a date to the winter ball. He wanted to go with someone that would make him happy but who wasn't a complete bitch. He was a nice guy so hopefully he would attract some nice girls. But people say nice boys finish last. He thought about being a bad boy but he could never pull that off.

Peter was known to dress nice and wear somewhat professional clothing. He wasn't known to be wearing something disgusting like baggy pants or something like that. He was always prepared for any work that came his way. He hoped today he could enjoy his walk though. He was tired of people always calling him into meetings or calling to ask where his parents are at. His parents are rarely home. They always make sure he doesn't do anything completely stupid like be caught having sex with some girl he didn't know. He wouldn't do that anyway.

Peter saw a vendor in Times Square selling coffee and doughnuts. There was always some sort of vendor in Times Square. Lets face it, he loves it only because they had good food usually. He went over and bought himself a coffee. He didn't like doughnuts because he found doughnuts to be disgusting and fattening. He wanted to stay slim and be cute looking or hot or something. He didn't want to get all flabby and fat. He needed to stay in shape in order not to be in the spotlight. He was tired of being followed around. His parents company was national but he wondered what was really happening behind the scenes.

He knew how society worked and if a family owns a company that's well known, then there is some secrets. Sad thing was that he didn't know his own family secrets. He didn't consider himself to be part of a family. Sometimes he hoped to fall in love so he could ask them to marry him then start his own family. He didn't even know how his parents met. Were they really in love? The last time he talked to them was three months ago when they came home. What did they talk about? Peter asked what was happening and his parents told him they were staying a day then leaving again.

He felt someone bump into him. Peter almost spilled his coffee but luckily, none of the coffee spilled. "Oh. Sorry," Peter told her. He looked up at her and saw that she spilled her coffee. "Oh..Let me buy you a coffee," Peter told her. He smiled at her as he reached out to shake her hand. His fingers were warm from the coffee but he lost feeling in his other hand. "I'm Peter. Peter Smith. Let me buy you a coffee drink since you almost lost all of your coffee," Peter told her. He felt a bit bad but he wanted to make it up to her. Buying a coffee would be a start.

Tagged: Open
Word Count: 591
Notes: None
Lyrics: Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner

[LUCINDA DEMILUNE SANG]

i'mma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans
------------------ BE YOUR TEENAGE DREAM TONIGHT

Lucinda had been positive that her day out today would be just like any other; a cup of coffee, shopping for a while, accidentally running into her manager and getting dragged off to a meeting or a costume fitting, or even the occasional audition (usually they called and asked, 'hey, we're thinking you might like to try out for this musical?'). She did not think her schedule would instead a cup of coffee, run into some guy, spill it, have said (cute) guy offer to buy her more. Although she wouldn't have expected any less; if she had registered earlier that he was indeed as cute as she thought he was now, she would have coyly suggested that she might forgive him for running into her if he agreed to buy her another cup.

Lucinda had always been a small, slender girl. As a child she'd been sickly; plagued with severe asthma, she'd gotten pneumonia a lot, but they never figured the cause to actually be asthma - until they asked her mother, who promptly replied, "Check her for asthma!" At first, the doctors hadn't understood what Lucinda's mom had meant; her mother spoke with a very thick Korean accent at most times, save for the moments she was focusing on speaking clearly, like to her employees. Anyway; until they found out it had been bad asthma, she had been in and out of the hospital several times. After they cured it, she stayed thin, mostly thanks to her high metabolism and healthy eating habits. She rarely indulged in things such as donuts or things too sugary; but on special occasions, of course, there were exceptions.

As a warm hand enveloped her own, she gave a brighter smile. "Nice to meet you, Peter Smith," she replied, pulling her hand back to brush some snowflakes from her eyelashes. "I wish it would have been under better circumstances I met you. Maybe next time I won't get my coffee spilled?" A charming smile flickered onto her face with ease, insinuating that they would be meeting again, and she smoothly slipped her arm through Peter's. "My, what a gentleman. Of course, I'll have to accept your offer of buying me another coffee - what kind of lady would I be if I didn't?" She glanced, briefly, at his cup; it seemed fine, but she asked anyway, "You didn't spill any of yours, did you?"

Lucinda was a natural people person, and it showed. She was completely at ease in almost any conversation, with almost any person; there were a few exceptions, of course, but they were very minor and most of them were back in China. She headed with Peter back to the coffee stand, looking ultimately pleased with the way her day was turning out so far.

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[petertaylorsmith]

If I could write you a song to fall in love
I would already have you under my arms

Peter's day usually consist of walking around, going to meetings then helping his parents business. He had a lot of free time when he didn't have homework to do. His homework wasn't that hard though. He was a smart guy and he could finish all of his homework in a couple of hours. He has a very good memory so when it came to tests, he got As on them. He loved getting a 4.0. He had a great tutor over the weekends, which helps a lot. He wants to get into the Yale or Columbia University. He won't settle for NYU or Brown. He wants to go to the top Universities in the country.

Peter felt like he was fortunate today to run into such a cute girl. She looked familiar. She probably went to school with him so he wouldn't be surprised if he a few classes with her. He wondered what made him so lucky today. He wouldn't mind to buy the girl some coffee to replace the old one that was spilled when they bumped into each other. He hoped to get to know the girl a bit more by buying her some more coffee. He wouldn't mind drinking some coffee or tea. He remembered that in Australia, he drank a lot of tea. Sometimes, he spiked his tea but that was only sometimes. It wasn't every time he drank some tea.

He smiled as he watched her brush some snowflakes off her eyelashes. He couldn't help but think how adorable she looked right now in the snow. "It's nice to meet you too," he responded happily. He didn't know how to feel right now. He felt like smiling and boasting the girl's ego. She deserved to be told the truth. She was one of the cutest American girls she ever met. "Well, on the bright side of spilling coffee, I get to buy a beautiful girl another coffee," he told her. Peter wanted to buy her another coffee. It was now an excuse to just to talk to the girl. He smiled as she accepted his offer. "It's the least I can do for a lady," Peter replied.

Peter loved meeting new people. He headed toward to the coffee booth and bought another coffee for Lucinda. "There you go my lady," he said while handing her the coffee. He smiled as he felt the coffee warm up his hands. He loved to make people smile. It was kind of his thing. He loved watching girls smile and giggle over him. When he came to America, a lot of girls came up to him just to ask him to say something. He had an Australian accent that made him seem cuter and sweet. He didn't mind though. He loved when girls crowd him but not all the time. He liked having one on one time with girls. He wanted to get to know Lucinda. She was adorable to him. She was one of the few American girls he liked since he moved here.

Tagged: Open
Word Count: 547
Notes: None
Lyrics: Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner