, over the edge and just breathless.

[MAESON RYAN !]

AND YOU BELIEVED IN SO
MUCH HOPE, BUT I'M THE ONE THAT LET



you go. now that we're done, i'm

so sorry, i know i lied, i'm so sorry

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maeson loved the summer. she used to love it because there was no school, no work and all you had to do was have fun. well, it was different when you were famous. you didn't have school, no, but you did have work. there was no doubt that maeson's work was more fun than school. she got to do what she loved -- sing, write songs, play guitar -- for money. but, work took time away from her summer, which was no fun. it was seven in the evening, the sun was beginning to set and people were winding down. she sat in her empty home, alone. she hated being in her house alone -- it scared her. she wished her family weren't back in mansfield, she wished they were back here. but after maeson was old enough to be on her own, her family went back to tennessee, or at least for awhile, because maeson was nineteen now. they'd be back on and off throughout the year, or at least her parents would be.

but until early september, at least, maeson was on her own. at first, she liked being alone. she got sick of having to deal with her younger siblings. now, she was just lonely. being alone in her house scared her, even if it wasn't that big. it was a decent size, but still too big without other people in it. so she wasn't staying in her house tonight, she was going somewhere. she wasn't sure where, but as she looked out her window she saw the beach and decided on that. maeson loved the beach, it was probably her favorite part about living in california now. she debated on bringing her guitar, and decided that she would easily get bored without it, so she pulled the strap around her shoulder and let it hang off to her side as she grabbed her cell phone and stuck it in her pocket.

she was already dressed from earlier today, and she didn't bother with changing. she knew it was going to get cold, but she was stupid and didn't bother bringing a sweater. california had a desert like climate, so it got down to forty degrees at the lowest at night. though, in the middle of summer, it certainly didn't get that cold. it got to about mid fifties, probably, but the sundress mae was wearing was certainly not warm enough for the fifties. she wore one of her many pairs of cowboy boots, these ones in particular being brown. she didn't bother locking her home because her neighborhood really wasn't one for crime, at all. though her house wasn't very large, it was smack dab in the middle of a rich neighborhood. she let her guitar hang by her side as she crossed the street. it took a total of about two minutes to walk down the street and reach the beach.

it was pretty much deserted, because who went to the beach at seven fifteen in the evening? there was no sun, and it was chilly, so swimming wasn't really the best idea. boots were actually a pretty good idea for the beach, she reasoned, because they were tall enough that sand couldn't get into them like it could with normal shoes. though she did wish she wore flip flops, because she loved walking in the sand, having it in between your toes and all that. you couldn't do that in the day time, really, because the sun got the sand so hot that it burned the bottom of your feet the second you stepped on it. she'd have to remember to wear them next time.

she didn't walk on the beach for long, wanting to sit down. her body was tired after a long day, and she actually wished she hadn't come to the beach and she'd stayed home and worked on her new songs. her tired body would've appreciated that more, for sure. she sat down about ten feet from where the waves lapped at the shore. there was no seaweed in her way, and the sand was bleached white and soft. this was probably because the tides in california were very miniature compared to those on the east coast or in the south. there was never much of a tide in california, especially malibu. that's what california beaches were known for, as well as soft, white sand and blue waters. the sand was as white as it was because the sun had bleached it, and it was probably as soft as it was from being stepped on and moved about as much as it was. as well as being wet only when it rained, which wasn't very likely in desert climate, correct?

the newly nineteen year old girl adjusted her guitar in her lap, wrapping her fingers around the neck and using her others to gently strum a couple chords. she hummed the tune of the song she was playing, then lifted her head from where she was looking at her fingers on the neck. she twisted her head around to her left and then her right, making sure there was nobody within hearing distance. she could make our a few people in the distance, but they certainly wouldn't be able to hear mae singing, though they may be able to hear the chords she was playing. she turned her head, focusing on the waves that crashed against the shore rather than her fingers moving from one side of the guitar's neck to the other, playing different notes quickly and easily. it just came naturally. "i don't think that passenger seat has ever looked this good to me. he tells me about his night, and i count the colors in his eyes. he'll never fall in love he swears as he runs his fingers through his hair, i'm laughing cause i hope he's wrong. and i don't think it's ever crossed his mind, he tells a joke, i fake a smile. that i know all his favorite songs. and... i could tell you, his favorite color's green. he loves to argue, born on the seventeenth. his sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes. and if you asked me if i loved him, i'd lie." she stopped, playing just chords for about five seconds before continuing with the third verse.

she continued playing the rest of the song, "he'd never tell, you but he can play guitar. i think he can see through everything but my heart. first thought when i wake up is, my god he's beautiful. so i put on my make up and pray for a miracle. " she finished the song once more with the chorus and strummed a few chords before letting the beach become quiet to her once again. she took a moment, closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath. she loved the smell of the beach -- the thick scent of salt as well as water, the cooing of the seagulls, even as quiet as they were now, setting down as the day did. she loved the sound of each wave crashing into the sand as it had for so many years. she loved hearing this when she went to bed at night, as she could open her window and hear it. she could also smell it from her home, the scent lingered in her bedroom hours after she'd closed her window, and it was just soothing for her.

tagged,, kristina (rayne).
words,, 1,331.
outfit,, click.
credit,, template and banner
to me, song to metro stationnn.
lyrics,, now that we're done,
metro station; as well as i'd lie,
taylor swift.
notes,, sorry this took so long! (:

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[rayne rodriguez]

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one thing that rayne hated most about working was the long hours. she was the type of girl who would want to stay in bed 'till twelve in the morning, then slowly start to think about what her plans were for that afternoon. and waking up at six thirty almost everyday to go to the studio was the exact opposite of what she wanted. take today for example. it was her day off and rayne was planning on sleeping in 'till whenever she woke up, hoping it was maybe in the afternoon. instead of sleeping in, rayne got called into work at five thirty this morning, saying that they had to re-shoot a few scenes for a movie that she was currently staring in. they assumed that it would only take at least a few hours, so for those hours, rayne kept her eyes on one thing she wanted; her nice, warm, comfortable bed that was calling her name. or, er, was calling her name at least.

a few hours turned into a few more minutes, which eventually turned into fourteen more hours, which led to a very unhappy, tired rayne. she felt like she was going to collapse the whole time she was filming. even on her break, she took a small nap in her trailer; a nap that lasted about ten minutes. well, it was better then anything.

but now, rayne adele Rodriguez was finally off for the day. at first, she was planning on going home and going straight to bed. but, she was awake now, she she always had a hard time falling asleep when she was wide awake, like now for example. "see you later, jim," rayne said to one of the last crew members who was there, putting away parts of the set for the next day. she gave a small wave, before pushing open the glass door and walking out into the familiar parking lot she saw almost daily. it was currently empty at the moment, which was something rayne never usually saw. when she came to work early in the morning, it was always packed, and when she left, well, it was still packed. it was probably everyone's day off today, or they just finished earlier then rayne did. lucky bastards.

rayne pulled out her car keys from her overly large brown purse, finding them easily then she would of on a normal day. she usually always ended up having to take out almost everything in her purse until she was able to find her set of car keys, along with her house keys. she pressed the red unlock button as she pointed the keys at her white bmw, hearing the doors unlock and the horn honk once. she brushed her black bangs out of her face as the familiar los angeles nightly breeze blew through her hair. rayne opened her car door and got into the warm car. that was one of the reasons on why she loved living in los angeles; the weather was always warm and even at night, the air seemed to warm up her leather car. rayne closed her eyes for a few seconds, instantly feeling relaxed. after a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes and put her car keys into the ignition. she started up her car, backed out of her regular parking spot, before making her way out of fearless studio's parking lot and began driving down the highway.

eventually, rayne found herself pulling into the beach parking lot, deciding that if there was one place where she could relax, then it would be the beach, even if it was getting late. rayne used to move around a lot. her father worked for a company that would move him around to several different locations. rayne never thought that she ever had a home, seeing as she would finally get settled, then find out that she would be the next week. the one place where she actually felt like she was home was by the ocean, as corny as that actually sounded. almost all of her houses were right beside the ocean, everywhere she went, so she got attached to it. hearing the ocean waves was one of the only things that was able to calm the brunette down. when her parents would have their rare, major blowout on each other, rayne would sneak out of her bedroom window and run down to the beach until she thought they were done, then she would return to her bed.

thinking about her bed brought a large yawn out of her mouth. she rubbed her eyes quickly, before setting her purse in the passenger seat. she stepped out of her car, before shutting the door behind her and locking in it. rayne slowly made her way down onto the beach. a frown instantly formed on rayne's face as she almost tripped, mostly because of the white high heels that were on her feet. she sat down on the warm sand, bringing her legs up to her chest as she took her heels off of her feet. she didn't mind wearing heels, but walking in sand didn't work well if she wore them. she slowly stood up, smiling as she felt the warm sand against her bare feet. rayne bent down and picked up her high heels, before continuing her way down on the beach, her hazel eyes gazing out at the sunset that was slowly going down.

rayne walked down the beach, making sure that her jeans didn't get wet from the ocean water as the tide slowly came in. in the distance, she spotted a blond, wavy haired girl and her guitar. rayne instantly became jealous. she always wanted to play the guitar when she was younger, since she thought that it would be a neat talent to pick up, and it would. she played the piano a little when she was younger, but never the guitar. she could say that she never had time to learn, but that would basically be a lie. being home-schooled and not having a lot of friends usually gives you a lot of time to pick up a new instrument / hobby.

as rayne neared the blond girl, a small smile slowly started to appear on her face when she heard her sing. she was on fearless, wasn't she? what was her name again? ashley? layla? maeson? maeson! yeah, that was it. maeson ryan, one of the most talented people on fearless who actually has a voice and knows how to use it. at least, that's what rayne thought. she had heard her songs on the radio several times, and boy, did that girl have some pipes. she slowed down her pace as she walked closer to her, keeping as quiet as she possible could so she would be able to hear her. "man, i wish i would be able to sing like that," rayne said as she stopped beside maeson, a giggle escaping her mouth afterwords. "or at least be able to play the guitar like that.' rayne smirked. "new song you're working on?" she curiously asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

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POST STATUS:[/color] FINISHED !
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] christine
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] change by taylor swift
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] eva (maeson)
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] at the beach
WORD COUNT:[/color] 1, 195 words
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] all dolled up
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[MAESON RYAN !]

AND YOU BELIEVED IN SO
MUCH HOPE, BUT I'M THE ONE THAT LET



you go. now that we're done, i'm

so sorry, i know i lied, i'm so sorry

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maeson lifted her head at the sound of someone's voice, jumping a little. she hadn't heard anyone approach, so it had suprised her to have somebody speaking so close behind her. she laughed a little, turning her head back toward the water. or at least be able to play the guitar like that, she said. maeson knew the girl, she was definitely with fearless, she'd seen her at several parties hosted by fearless. what was her name? she was an actress, oh what was her name... rayne! yes, of course, rayne. she can't believe she'd forgotten her name, as she was usually good at remembering them. but that could be because she was formally introduced, which maeson and rayne were never, really. she laughed silently, strumming a few more chords quietly.

the nineteen year old lifted her eyebrows and turned her head again, smiling. new song you're working on? she questioned, and maeson shrugged. "not exactly new, " she said with a laugh. it wasn't new, but it wasn't old, really. she'd written it several months ago and then, kind of, forgot about it. sometimes that happened when she wrote songs, though. they were just in the moment, and all they did was sit in her journal or on her laptop and were never given chords or notes or even a tune -- they were just words, a poem, maybe. mae didn't do that often, though. hence the reason she was on the beach at this time, playing the chords and singing it. the chords she'd come up with earlier, as it would be nearly impossible to come up with chords that fast. the tune, however, she'd just come up with on the spot. it was probably the best way to come up with the tune for the lyrics, because it just flowed to your lips and you didn't even realize what notes you were singing, but it sounded good most of the time.

tagged,, kristina (rayne).
words,, ...
status,, i guess its done....
outfit,, click.
credit,, template and banner
to me, song to metro stationnn.
lyrics,, now that we're done,
metro station.
notes,, D=

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