Post by PETER BERGAN WALKER on Apr 17, 2010 22:05:56 GMT -5
NO TIME TO SEARCH THE WORLD AROUND ««
- - - - - because you know where i'll be found
Peter wasn't just a morning person, he was an any time of the day person. Mornings seemed to come fluidly to him and he never had any complaints. During the night Peter never slept. He couldn't sleep for the mere fact that he would usually end up waking his roommate up from sleep. Peter leaned up against the headboard of his bed, staring at the large green numbers of his alarm clock. The room was still dark, though the sun should be beginning to rise. It was going on six thirty and Peter felt like he was wide awake. Peter licked his lips as he scooted toward the edge of his bed. The old quilted sheets bunched up underneath him as he moved. Drawing his lower lip in between his teeth, Peter stood with his feet flat on the floor. He turned his attention to the crumpled comforter and smoothed it back out with his hand. Most of the time Peter's bed really did look like it had never been slept in.
Max was still sound asleep, which meant that Peter would have to be quiet. He was now pretty accustomed to moving around the room in the dark while Max was still sleeping. Peter knew that Max had a bit of a memory problem. He didn't want for Max to wake up due to a loud noise one night and not be able to remember that his roommate had an ever so slight insomnia problem. It wasn't difficult. As long as Peter could avoid hitting his leg on the foot-board of his bed, then he would be in good shape. Peter stepped lightly, his bare feet dragging a bit over the cold laminate flooring. The chill in his feet seemed to naturally creep its way up his body until it caused Peter's body to shudder lightly. It shouldn't be so cold in the middle of April yet in the dorm room it felt like it could be in the 50s or 60s easily.
With a very light sigh Peter pushed open the door to the bathroom. It wasn't that Peter didn't want to take a shower. No, it was that the idea of taking a shower already had him relaxed. Peter pulled open the bathroom closet door and grabbed the top towel. He lay the thin white towel on top of the toilet seat before leaning in and turning on the water in the tub. Peter stripped his gray t-shirt and threw it to the floor, briefly wondering if his boyfriend were awake at the moment. He glanced back at the running water as he stripped the rest of the way. Peter had a ritual with taking showers. He always soaked for five, bathed for five, and sang for five. Peter would stand and let the water run over him for five whole minutes before he moved to hair and body care. It wasn't something he necessarily had to do, just something he thought worked for him. Shower time was usually thinking time, though this particular morning no interesting thoughts seemed to cross his mind.
After showering, brushing his teeth, and deodorizing, Peter was ready to get dressed and tackle his day head on. Peter walked out of the bathroom, carrying his dirty clothes. He had the towel wrapped around his waste, not really worried that his roommate would wake up and see him. Peter still took one cautionary look in the direction of his roommate and was heaved a relieved sigh when he saw that the boy was still sleeping. It didn't take long for Peter to pick out something comfortable to wear and change. Some natural light was beginning to filter into the room just as Peter slipped his sweat pants on. Peter lay back on his bed, reaching up under his pillow to grab his cell phone. He wasn't sure why he liked to keep his cellphone under his pillow, but that was its resting place. He glanced at the glowing screen and sighed. It was going on about seven in the morning and Peter still hadn't thought of anything to do.
Peter finally sat up, his eyes falling on the love of his life. No, Ashton was not standing in the dorm room with him, but there sat Eleanor in all her glory. Peter didn't know why he hadn't thought of it before. He really did need to start working on some songs. If he ever wanted to get out of Chicago and out to California, then he would have to work hard. Peter licked his lips as he moved toward Eleanor and swiftly picked her up off her stand. He didn't wast much time between grabbing Eleanor and his notebook and heading out the door. He walked briskly down the hall, heading toward the double doors at the end. The good thing about having one of the rooms closer to the end was that he didn't have very far to go before he was outside and breathing in fresh Spring air.
The decorative trees were already beginning to bloom. No doubt some of the rain they had been having had to do with their increased growth rate. Pete liked seeing the different trees placed around St. John's. They always made the school look as nice as they could. He thought the trees emphasized what the buildings weren't able to bring out on their own. Peter walked toward the arts building. The arts building was a large building that was half made of brick and half made of metal. It was a sight for sore eyes for anyone who adored any kind of art. Peter often went to the arts building so that he could play in the music room and not be bothered too often. Peter nodded to a few of the early risers as he entered the arts building. There were some who, like him, had a lot of trouble sleeping.
The music room was all the way down at the end of the hallway. It was a familiar spot to Peter. Sometimes he zoned out while walking to the music room. He had been there so many times that it was as if his body naturally remembered how to get there and took him to it with no problem at all. As Peter entered he moved to a corner and sat. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and looked at the time. It was 7:10 when Peter texted Ashton. The text read a simple, 'writing in the music room. see you soon <3' Ashton, Peter's boyfriend, wasn't much into the romantic stuff. But the more Peter experienced the relationship the more he found himself wanting to do little romantic things. He never held it against Ashton and he was always understanding about the fact that Ashton was uncomfortable with the romance stuff.
Peter sat his phone on the floor beside him and pulled his guitar into his lap. He closed his eyes before he began to play. It was a chord progression that he had written himself. Peter was self-conscious about his own writings. Whenever he played his own stuff he tended to play soft, barely audible. It was a habit that Peter would have to break out of and soon.
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