everyday is another face.
everyday is another fake across the street.

There was no first thought as his feet first hit the morning dew out to get his mail besides the fact that he was going to meet Roxy, who was mad at him sort of for no reason at the moment, at the Dewart Pier. Well, at least he hoped she was meeting her there and not the new Roxy that was taking over his life, and as much as he loved the kid, Roxy was just not the same anymore. He never really thought there were going to be those days that Roxy was really mad at him. Like she always was, but not like she could get. The kind of mad where she ignored him in the halls or would yell at him or something. Knowing that it wasn't really her fault in a way, he just tried to bare with it, but he always just wanted to know what was going on in her head. The feeling that he wanted to help her and let her know that she could tell him anything, but she just didn't want too.

Foot prints trailing across the kitchen floor of his dorm as being wet from walking on the wet grass. Making a mental note as the wash that latter while he sat and ate a bowl of cerial looking at the mail seeing if any collage letters came in. Collage was going to be the hardest thing for him. He was supposed to choose somewhere he wanted to go, but he didn't know what he wanted to be besides something music. But, he entered in every music school near Boston there was. In one week he had to go out to dinner with his family and Roxy's as well seeing as the families grew up with eachother. His heart dropped when he got no letters back, really hopinh that there would be some news to get back to Roxy who wasn't to happy about him going to collage. It wasn't like he wasn't going to see her unless she had changed her mind and wanted him to go, which was possible, very possible.

Stepping into a pair of jean skinnies and blue shirt with black sweater. His morning hair was still on his head, unbrushed and he wasn't going to. The old converse that were almost the only pair that he owned that just so happened to be like a million years old, a pair he had bought with Roxy and they wrote all over the two shoes. Even though it came off and faded, they just wrote over it or wrote something new over it seeing as he did whenever there was some sort of memory. The car keys met the bottom of his pocket as his hand slid across the counter to get his wallet and walked out the door. The Pier was close to his and Roxy's house, and walking was a thing he did a lot. His feet meeting the cement and then on to the docks were he was now sitting on the shore of the water where he was meeting Roxy in a couple of minutes hoping that she was going to show up or not.

is there a meaning,
a meaning in the makeup.

There was no point in which Bradley could not extend his loyalty towards hi friends even if it was going to kill him. That just so happened to be the type of person he was. His teachers told him that it was hurting him in the long run, but for a boy who was able to live in the now, it was fine, as his music teacher told him one evening while he was taking a lesson for trying to successfully learn the drums. Something that would help in the long run unlike his friends. The drums were supposed to make up for hi loss, and it was working. It wasn't like he got enough musical attention as it was when it came to those things. He was and always had been the music geek and loved that stereotype. It was the only okay one that he would except. Better than being called a freak in his eyes. No matter what he did, it always came back to the music. Something that he could never get rid of. He was raised off of it, along with Roxy.

Family dinners with the Skyes were always nice. Roxy's parents like Bradley and Bradley's parents liked Roxy. It all worked out besides the fact that at the time Bradley and Roxy always have there bad moments about some little thing or another. There was always something new at the dinner table. The one coming up was going to be nice. Ever since Bradley started to live in the dorms, he wasn't that able to get around to go and see him old mom and dad as much as he loved them. He liked living in the dorm better and he was doing just fine. There was always Roxy or someone to call up if he got to alone. He had a roommate who was never really home either, always with his girlfriend or something. So, seeing his parents now wasn't the worst idea. He wasn't afraid to admit that at the moment he missed them for some strange reason.

His mind traced back to reality as he stepped onto the sand and walked stopped along the beach to think for a moment. He always had those moments where he would stop and think that high school was almost over. One more year, and he was going to be free and do what he wanted to do with his life, but there would always be those moments where he would ask himself if he was doing what he wanted to be. That scary thought tracing through his mind asking if he was doing what he wanted and for a second he would question it and just stare blank. Blank until he felt arms wrap around his neck and hearing a whisper in his ear, making the sides of his lips curl up into a small smile, alright a little more than a small smile. His body turned around to be met by her face. "Your sorry? I was going to say the same thing for whatever I did."

yeah,
i got a lot to say to you.

The two weren't always to nice to each other when it came to life. It went both ways in Bradley's mind.

[nd obviously.]