♪ ♫ ♬ Love is Like Music to My Ears ♪ ♫ ♬ PAFP Guy Needed!

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    He was making coffee from scratch so it took a few minutes. Once it was med, Skye poured it in a mug and he placed it on the table in front of Red. "Enjoy." He said with a crooked smile


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    "Thank." red said. She pired in some sugar, stirred it, and took a sip./ "It's good." She stated.

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    "Your welcome and its an old family recipie for the coffee." He said pouring himself a cup and grinning


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    "Neat." Red said, taking another long sip. "Adding sugar makes it really sweet. Unlike normal coffee, where adding sugar just makes it better." She laughed, smiling.

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    He chuckles with a smile. "Yep. Never like bitter coffee so making your own is better." He sipped from his coffee.


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    "Bitter coffee is gross." Red said, finishing off the mug of coffee in two last gulps.

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    He nodded in agreement, finishing his cup off. "Want more?" He asked


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    "Sue." red replid, and pushed the mug over to him.

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    He pours her another cup.


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    Red takes the cup and takes a sip. "So, whadda you like doing?"

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    "Photography. I plan to make that a career. I enjoy a little writing." He said. He pulls out a small journal that holds a lot of stories


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    "I like music." Red replied simply. "I play piano, guitar, saxaphone, clarinet, oboe, flute, trumpet, and harp." She stated. "And I sing, while writing lyrics." She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. "I wrote this whe my brother Luke died...."
    Red cleared her throat, and begun to sing.
    "Things were better when he was fine.
    He and I would laugh to pass the time.
    We'd sing, we'd smile, we'd dance.
    But maybe I should've said goodbye...When I had the chance.


    I said that he was my best friend
    and that he'd be my brother til' the end
    But soon he slipped away
    So maybe I should've said goodbye...Before that awful day.


    I think that he was closer than a brother ever could be.
    I think it was funny, when he tried to marry me.
    I told him yes and he kissed me on the cheek
    And maybe I should've said goodbye...'Cuz now things are so bleak."

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    He sat down beside her listening in silence. When she was finished, he took her hand, trying to comfort her


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    Red sighed, and flipped the paper over, smiling slightly when Skye took her hand. "Here's another song that he wrote for me. When he gave it to me, I saved it, and wrote my song on the back." She sighed, staring at the paper.
    "My old sister is the best,
    and I never want to be put to rest
    without her standing right beside me
    Because she's the best 'sis they're will ever be


    She's always making me smile so bright
    I'm the sun and she's my perfect light
    Don't want to think about being without her,
    since she's the wolf and I'm her fur.


    She is always offering me a hand
    When I fall and simply need to stand
    So here we are again, and there we were then
    So maybe she's my best friend, best friend.


    I need her all the time
    since she makes me feel fine.
    I know this won't last
    Since I'll soon be the on to crash


    I'm dying on the inside
    When we sometimes fight
    She'd always win but
    that's okay, this is my sin"

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    He nods, still listening. "You really have a beautiful voice. I can hear the emotions being carried by the lyrics" he said softly


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    "Thanks." Red said with a small smile.

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    He nods giving her a small, gentle smile. "You're welcome."


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    "Anywho, can I see some of your stories?" Red asked, looking at the journal.

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    He nods. The first one was a little messy but it was still easy to read. It was about a small boy lost in the forest, alone and without anyone there to care. The boy grows up into a strapping young man, a bit cold hearted. But that changes when he meets a young, beautiful and kind heart girl. At first he doesn't seem to care but he saves her often from trouble. As time went along his icy heart melts and he starts to fall for the girl. "Its not finished yet." He said


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    "It's...really...good." Red murmurs as she skims through the story. I'm writing a book. It's pretty much based off of my life..." She gave a small shrug. "It's almost like an autobiography. So, there's this woman named Sophia, the main character, who's my mother. She has a child under her husband's will because she...she...gets..." She didn't want to finish, so she started up on a dfferent part. "Anywho, so that man leaves, elaving Sophia with child she named Red. She is having trouble taking care of her daughter on her own, so she's trying to get advice from her family. Soon, she meets a man, marries him, and has more children...It's better than it sounds."


    OOC: I'm actually changing what Red just described into a book. I've already decided.