Meant to Live ((Jamison))

[Luke Dallan H7]

Luke ruffled his wet blonde hair while looking through the closet for something to wear. Bryce was going on about what he and Weetzie were going to do for the Hogsmeade weekend. Luke remembered earlier on when the younger girl had wrapped her arm around his friend’s neck asking him to visit her house. Since Bryce was going, that had ruined their plans of just hanging out. Luke didn’t care that much. He wanted to go around the village in hopes of finding Caitlin. She probably wouldn’t be there. Either that or she would be so nearly impossible to find. He didn’t even understand why he was even trying to find her. If she was avoiding him, then there must be a good reason behind it. Somehow, Luke just wanted to spend time with her. Find out everything possible about her. Did he have a crush? Shaking his head as Bryce just continued talking Luke pulled out a white long sleeved dress shirt, and a red tee shirt. It was hard to distinguish Bryce and Luke’s clothes. They were both the same height, they could wear the same clothes, but Luke was just a little bit skinnier than Bryce was. Pulling the red shirt on, Luke slipped his arms through the sleeves of the white one. Buttoning the front up he then took out a pair of jeans nodding as Bryce said he was going to head down. Luke pulled on the pants as he followed his friend down the stairs of the common room. They soon drifted paths as Bryce went to wait at the Entrance Hall, Luke headed to where the carriages were to take the students to Hogsmeade. He climbed into an empty carriage waiting as it rolled silently down the road.

It stopped abruptly, sending Luke forward slightly. Pushing open the door, he exited the carriage. The first place he was going to stop by was The Three Broomsticks. Caitlin seemed to be the kind of person who would just like to sit down in a crowded place and read or write. Luke smiled as he headed down the busy street hoping that the pub wasn’t too crowded. Entering the small pub he stepped to the side, leaning up against the wall. His blue eyes searched the room, looking for that familiar face. Caitlin had this look to her that looked almost fragile and broken. He sighed seeing no sign of his friend. This could only mean she just stayed at the castle for the day. How did she know he would come to Hogsmeade? Shrugging that aside, Luke left the small pub heading down the streets looking for someplace to go. He could go to Honeydukes and stock back up on candy. Nodding, Luke made his way to the candy store. He went inside filling a bag with random candy that could last anybody a year. Luke paid for it then left for the Quidditch store.

Luke smiled as he looked around the small Quidditch shop. There were at least a thousand things he wanted, but already had. He had gloves, boots, arm pads, everything known in the sport of Quidditch. Yes Luke was a bit obsessed, but so was his whole family of men. Noticing that there was a new broom out on display, he made his way over toward. There were other sides looking through the window at the broom, like always when something new came out. Noticing that there was another boy his age looking at it as well, Luke smiled as he dug his hands into his pocket. “Nice broom huh?”

[cdc]

"Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I'll never understand why you hang around
I see what's going down.

Cover up with make up in the mirror
tell yourself it's never gonna happen again
you cry alone and then he swears he loves you.

Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found."

Jamison finished the song and listened as the last guitar chord faded a way. He wanted to smile, but he could. Yes, Jamison was glad that the song was finally finished. It had taken him a month to write it. Jamison had only written a handful of songs and to really get the meaning he wanted, it took him a while. But, never this long. This particular song had been giving him problems since he had begun to write it. After all, it wasn't a made up story. The song wasn't about some fake, make believe person. It was about a real person. It was about a real situation that someone he knew was in. Well, sort of. Jamison hadn't known that Kyra had been beaten until he heard from her aunt the night Jamison and Celia had found her in the common room floor cutting herself. Jamison hadn't talked about it since, but it left sort a mark on his heart. He didn't understand Kyra's actions at all. He felt incredibly sad for the girl. He really did. Jamison sighed. The song had all his feelings about the situation poured into it, but he wished that it was all fake. He wished that the song didn't really happen to someone but it had. And the beating Kyra had received from her step-father, had ended up in her cutting herself. Jamison removed his guitar from his lap, he didn't want to think about that song for a long, long time. It was done, and that was that. Jamison had just needed to get those feelings out and now, he wanted the whole thing to go away. He just did.

Jamison shook his head as he headed down his dorm room steps. He had finally decided to get away from his dorm. The thoughts of the song kept coming in his head and he just wanted to get away from it all. He sighed as he enterer ed the common room. For a moment, he thought of asking for Meyghan to come with his and then he realized that he wouldn't be very good company for her for the moment. No, there was a lot on his mind even though Jami really didn't want to admit it. He left the common room, his shaggy brown hair catching the air as he walked. Jamison stared straight ahead as he walked thinking nothing of the people that passed, but then he saw a face that made him stop in his tracks. It was pretty, young blond girl with a older blond boy attached to her hip. Wendi. Jamison continued walking as he saw her. She eyed him with her big green eyes and paused. Then, she smiled. Jami smiled back. He had seen her in the halls several times over the months, but never had she once smiled. Jamison hadn't spoken to her since December. She had been too hurt to talk to him. But, maybe she was coming around. Maybe.

Jamison's thought were no longer on Kyra as he road the carriage to Hogsmeade. No, all he could now think about was Wendi. Jami really wished he could thank Carr. Jamison knew that he had been pushing Wendi to talk to him for months, and maybe he was slowly getting through. Maybe he was. Jamison understood his baby sister's actions. He did. It was just like Wendi to push him away under the circumstances. So, Jami understood, but he couldn't help from missing his baby sister. After all, she had always been there and now, she wasn't plain and simple. Jamison sighed as he stepped from the carriage. He didn't really know where he was going nor did he care. However, when he saw a Quidditch Store, he couldn't help but walk in. Jamison really did like being on the house team and playing Quidditch. He and Meyghan both played Chaser. Jamison smiled, his eyed attracting him to a new broom. He didn't need a new broom, but he couldn't help eying the new model. Jamison heard the voice next to him and turned. He recognized the boy from classes, but didn't know him personally. "Yea, it defiantly is." He said nodding. "At times like this I wish I didn't already have a broom, but you know." He said shrugging. Jamison looked at the boy again and then back at the broom. "You play Quidditch then?" He asked pretty much stating the obvious but not really caring. His mind was in other places.

((The song is Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.))