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| Lex Joseph Erikson |
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Sighing, Lex sat on the lawn, bald head shinning under the bright sun of that day. No, nothing beat this... Sitting under the shade of a tree with a acoustic in hand. He strummed the guitar, slowly.
It was an expensive guitar.. Great sound, and tunage. Well, what do you expect from a rich boy. Nothing but expensive items and clothing. Which, that day, he wore a deep navy jean, with a gray shirt that had a odd logo, or something like that on it.
A yawn excaped his mouth, as he glanced at the lawn. Not many people were here today.. Just the normal groups. Preps in one corner. Drama Geeks in one corner. Greeks in another. Just like this school. Split into groups. Lex didn't have a group. Not many rich people, for instance.
But, no, he wasn't relaxed. His father always came to mind, whenever he was thinking. That father that killed his loving mother. His father that wanted to even kill him! Sick bastard... That was what Larry Erikson was..
He tried to erase the images. But something always stuck, in the deepest part of him mind. Reminding him to watch his back.
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| Lex Joseph Erikson |
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Lex laughed, looking at her, and saying, "Actually, I have no clue." He took the guitar out of his lap, and put it on the opposite side of him, so it wouldn't be in the way of Sara. He said, "I see the accent of yours is really coming out today." He grinned at her. Personally, he loved the accent, and almost wished he had one, but he was born in a rich home of no accents. Which he rather regretted, personally.
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| Lex Joseph Erikson |
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"Aww.. now, I like the rich accent. It's you." He said, shyly, amd as if he didn't mean to say it. But that was the way Lex was, rather crappy at flirting, but a huge romantic. Who wouldn't with so much money?
"Well, do you want me to keep playing?" A small laugh excaped his mouth, for he knew he wasn't good at the whole, guitar thing. Well, maybe he was talented, but he really didn't realize it.
Yes, Sara like being close.. He admired that about her, for he was rather bad at snuggling with other women, and being close to them. Sara was an exception though, of course. He didn't mind it when she leaned on him. He'd gotten use to it.
But, who didn't like being close to something they thought they had a crush on. Or might even have a larger crush then they relize.
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