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jeremiah syed. 21. paint jobs.

[jeremiahxsyed]

*of memories past

[hollyxnnrivers-blog]

it was kind hard to believe how she hadn’t bump onto him around the city before—but she guessed that could be blamed on the fact she got too busy to think on anything but college and work for the past years. her group of friends, that used to be huge during high school—as she was such a popular kid—reduced to just a few close friends that she had made after getting into college and some acquaintances. seeing a familiar face from her past (the best part of it), made her feel some warmth inside of her. “well—i can see that,” she joked, taking a look at him as noticed the tattoos he mentioned. he looked a lot like a grown up, like a cool one, to be honest.

sitting down and smiling at how he’d joined her, she quickly put her stuff into her bag and leave it on the free chair beside her. a nod was the only answer she could give to that, as well as a laugh that seemed impossible to ignore as holly just felt as great as she once did during her teen years—it had been such stressful years that she couldn’t remember how great her life used to be—everything was just good and happy back then.

“yep… i guess we can point that out.” hollyann chuckled, tilting her head. “i am doing what i like, though i have lots of work and things to study and ‘know’… but that’s the life of a med student, right?” saying that, she gave a shy smile as she couldn’t be sure if he remembered about her passion for medical school when they were younger. “but i am pretty sure life’s treating you a way better.” placing her arms on the table, she smiled quietly, looking at him. “what have you been doing—besides showing your swag with all those tattoos and beard that might make girls go crazy?”

[jeremiahxsyed]

He shrugged as if to say he didn’t need to expect anything more or anything less. It was nice to see someone grow rather than change completely, where Jeremiah had barely gone through with either option. Either way, he kept himself comfortable by leaning into the table slightly. He remembered eating his lunches with her and the crew, quiet exchanged amongst a long cafeteria with riveting conversations going back and forth in every which way.

Ah — that’s right. Jeremiah nodded obediently as she spoke, mesmerized by the fact that she fell through with a dream she’s had for such a long time. When she insinuated that he was living far better than she was, he rose an eyebrow. Then came the funny words falling from her mouth, a particular charm about Holly was that she could pretty much get away with saying anything as long as she smiled and frankly, Jeremiah muffled a laugh and gave her a slight look when she asked her final question.

He didn’t really know how to react so he continued to smile brightly, a contagious thing, she was. Smiles and all, it brought him back to the days that he wished he could get out of school earlier and faster than anyone else to get working on cars. Though, as a matter of fact, it seems as though he’s followed through with a dream of his own as well.

“My swag, with all these tattoos an’ beard that might make girls go crazy.” He repeated her words exactly, giving her a look to say that he still couldn’t believe she had said that. But finally he laughed, habitually putting a hand through his hair while speaking absentmindedly. “You amaze me.” 

“I decided to stay away from college, went straight into the car dream that you guys used to warn me about.” He smirked teasingly while shrugging. “I’ve been working with classic cars and, it’s nice. These ‘re all cars that are rare, aren’t being made no more and they mean a lot to people who own ‘em. It’s real nice.”

[jeremiahxsyed]

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[jeremiahxsyed]

* just this once

[ ` he smiled and shook the man’s hand ] she’s all yours, now. [ ` the other had complete glee struck in every which way possible. it was a difficult cleanup, but he took the project seriously. the whole garage worked on the ‘67 camaro for about three weeks now, it was in three pieces when they first got the junk and now it was a complete masterpiece. it took four days straight of painting, the classic look — a shimmering opal body with two red stripes lining it’s body line, what a beautiful car. he turned around after watching the owner and his beauty drive away, he was now left with waiting for the owner of his last project for the week: the 1970 Dodge Charger. ]

[ ` he was quite sure hoon said he’d be coming over today, so he figured he’d polish it up one last time before showing off the new color and the inverted interior. he only began to polish the hood when he heard a knock at his door. he turned and looked at the other’s reaction, giving him an immediate reaction of pride and conquer — as well as a cheeky smile. ] i was ‘alf-tempted to buy this one from you, you’re a lucky man.

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[jeremiahxsyed]

* sucrose v. fructose

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[ ` she stares back at him, steady and without remorse — after all, there was simply no fun in a guilty conscious. the curtains haven’t been called just yet. ] famished. but i can wait. [ ` the last minute rush was no big deal, when the amiable atmosphere set in between called for no hurrying ] chinese? italian? what’s on your mind? [ ` she can admit this much, the empty plates and bowls were more than enough signs that she probably should have come a little earlier. ] [ ` she takes the rim to her lips, but before taking a sip, the scent of the liquid catches her off guard ] miah… [ ` her brow is furrowed, and instead raises the glass to further inspect what is inside. ] [ her eyes flick over to his once again. ] …is this apple juice? 

[jeremiahxsyed]

i made up my mind, pizza is on its way. [ ` he takes his wine glass and waits, smiling boyishly at her hesitation. ]

[ ` he downs it all in one go and sets the glass down, he licks his teeth before making his comment ] of course it's apple juice, what else could it be? [ ` he lets his smile settle, wondering a bit of how much she expected of him ] you think i'm the type to go all out, yeah? no, no. i'm afraid i’m a horrible, frugal date.

[jeremiahxsyed]

* sucrose v. fructose

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[ ` try hard, she wants to roll her eyes ever so slightly as she slides into her seat, but angling herself so that their eye contact remained intact. his answer is enough for that urge to grow even further ] of course. [ ` it’s push comes to pull, their mindless banter that comes with mindful gesture; shove isn’t going to come in her lifetime just yet. ]  cute. [ ` the phrase had been outdated and outrun, as is his method of tongue in cheek. she picks up one of the glasses. however, a game of ‘i spy’ was always timeless. ] although, modesty is always easy on the eyes. [ ` there’s a hint of a teasing smile in her features as she notes his attire ] even if it takes some time to adjust to.

[jeremiahxsyed]

[ ` he stares at her, still not sitting down just simply because he bas no idea what she was even remotely playing at. ] hungry? [ ` he takes a seat, leaning in the table towards her. charming himself one of those cheeky smiles that have been called timeless, never out of place. ] you're going to have to wait ten minutes, there might be traffic. [ ` he knows himself he was hardly impressive until seen doing what he does best, and frankly - that amounts to absolutely no one ] special wine though, i like it sweet. [ ` he winks and keeps his smile, anticipating to see if her facade hinders at all. playing hard to get was all good fun to jeremiah, but she just wanted to put up a curtain for far too long --  according to his watch ]

[jeremiahxsyed]

* midnight memories

[inhwhy]

{ ` with her parents absent and unaccounted for yet again, savannah was left with providing dinner for and by herself—which proved to be pretty difficult when you arrived home at nine o’clock on a daily basis. } —— { ` with little to no time in the day after practice, it was safe to stay that she was a pretty shitty cooker—canned foods and frozen meals were here go-to items when her manager didn’t stop by and pester her to eat better. } —— { ` with barely enough to sustain herself in her fridge at home, she ventured to the local supermarket to restock and indulge herself with whatever she wanted (and wouldn’t hinder her health and swimming, of course. } —— { ` as she walked into the next aisle with a shopping basket hanging off her arm, she was surprised to see someone else standing there in the relatively empty building. } —— { ` acknowledging him with just a brief glance, her eyes returned to scanning the shelves—but her mind couldn’t help but nag at her that the other person in the aisle looked oddly familiar. }

[jeremiahxsyed]

[ ` hands tied together, at one point bare contact was their single ability to understand each other because the pattering rain from that night. the one sound that seemed to break what silence they didn’t have, he remembered that they only met a few hours before “they let the night take them away”, as the song put it. he didn’t even remember how it went, but she liked it. and that was all that he knew of savannah, not a last name nor a favorite colour or a liking towards domestic cats or dogs. all he knew, was that she was savannah. ] — [ ` he reached for a particular soup, beans and potatoes with a tomato zest — whatever that may be — and pasta. americans sure had their ways with soups, to even call it ‘caribbean blend’ was not particularly hitting his liking. but hence, he’ll use it for he hell of using it ] how are you, savannah? [ ` he let his accent ring through his soft tone, the thick scent of west yorkshire riding his tongue as he stared at the soup’s strange contents. he started to really miss his mother’s shepherd’s pie, dearly so as he looked over to make eye contact. ] it’s beena’ while, hadn’t it?

[nineteen94]

skater trouble;

[ jeremiahxsyed ]

{` wanders around the streets, hoping to find something for the girl herself to do before an idea pops up on her mind, looks around for signs to reassure herself for being on the right street before she proceed off to find her friend— since he lived in the neighbourhood and since she is pretty sure he would got some time to entertain her.} — {` picks her phone out right after she reaches the house where he lives, instead of knocking she sent a message.}

( sms ↬ j. ) okay look out of your window and be surprised.  ( sms ↬ j. ) if it wasn’t brodie who was so interested in skateboarding i am so not coming…. ( sms ↬ j. ) jk i love you most and would always hangout with you so, teach me senpai uv u

[jeremiahxsyed]

[ msg → mika ] sorry?

[ msg → mika ] what are you talking about

[ ` the perplexed look on his face remained even when he saw her down at his front door. he brought his head away from the curtain and began to head downstairs, wondering if he actually had a meeting with her. he wasn’t exactly sure, but either way — he opened the door and let her in with a snide smile keeping him from wondering if he’s done something wrong, or if this was simply an impulsive visit, or perhaps he did indeed forget that she was supposed to visit ] What the hell is a senpai? [ ` his thick accent caused the word to sound funnier than he needed it to be, but he kept the door open to let her into the lonely mansion ] 

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[min-yee]

I’m Sorry, What?

[min-yee]

(MinYee was instantly relieved for him slowing down his speech, seeing as her brain always had to pick apart English in her head first and translate before she fully understood. She was getting better, but not thick accent better. Is this what people deal with when it’s her talking?) Paint job! (Nods and smiles widely, gazing up at him before turning around to face her car, crossing her arms and pursing her lips in thought.) Colour? (A pause, as she tilted her head. English, don’t fail me now, she thought to herself.) Retro teal! Like the 50s diners, that kind of teal. (Nods enthusiastically, glancing up at him with a wide smile, although a questioning one, hoping that they were getting through to each other.) 

[jeremiahxsyed]

[ ` he smiled in return, figuring that having to live in a place where language was a legitimate barrier to overcome every day — it couldn’t be easy. so he kept himself to be patient, leaning in slightly to listen to her pronunciation. he was surprised at her vernacular, the color wasn’t a bad choice and he already could tell that he could customize it to her liking. ] Good idea, I like that. [ ` he nods and he walks over to her car, touching the doors. ] Do you think a white through here would look good? I think it would be actually, kind of pretty. [ ` the color scheme in his mind definitely resembled that of a retro diner, pale leather seats to line the inside while the doors give the old and beautiful classic car a nice sleek appearance compared to the bubbled little version they’re selling nowadays. ] This is a very nice car, it’s very rare. [ ` he rose his eyebrows and began looking at the car, it seemed to be in pretty good shape, it was touched up on so a paint job would really be all that the car needed. he looked up from the other side of the car, leaning on it and smiling. ] Does the white sound like a good idea? 

[jeremiahxsyed]

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[min-yee]

I’m Sorry, What?

[min-yee]

(She hadn’t minded the wait it took for him to answer her, as she took a moment to glance around the large garage. The cars were beautiful, and she didn’t know much, but she knew at the very least that for retro - they were well taken care of. Her husband had bought them a retro car a while ago, one MinYee decided to claim as her own, but the colours were too drab for her liking and wanted something.. Well, cuter. When the man responded, she was quick to spin around to face where she heard his voice coming from, a smile on her face. Albeit, a confused one.) - Huh? (A pause, as she smiled at him cutely.) Uhm, a paint job? (She asked, her own Korean accent thickly invading her English, and her English wasn’t even great so his accent was making her understanding even worse.)

[jeremiahxsyed]

[ ` oh no — he hesitated on the spot, the mask fell limp to hang around his neck. only then he realized that a foreign language with a thick accent that was far different from an accent in that country wasn’t going to go well with even yet, a different accent from another country. his own explanation didn’t make sense, run on sentences filled his vocabulary as he tried to handle this. ] ; [ ` he spoke slowly and he tried to annunciate his words, he wasn’t that good at an american accent, so he didn’t bother. but he did try to take away the strange habits of his tongue. ] a paint job? [ ` he smiled and nodded, trying to be friendly and enthusiastic so she could perhaps read his tone. he then pointed to the beetle. ] is that your car? the beetle? [ ` he began to walk towards it and it’s owner, color schemes already fitting through his mind. ] what colors do you like?

[hyosejins-blog]

“I can’t even fathom how someone could do much things to their so-called ‘lover’…Especially in the bedroom… How did this even gain the amount of popularity it did to inspire a movie or end up on a Best-Sellers list? Remind me to never trust those things again.”

[jeremiahxsyed]

“I mean — it’s a thing? I dunno’ that much about that whole, scene but it’s definitely a thing that people are into.” He chuckles at the other’s reaction. “Besides, most of the people who enjoyed it are either into that scene or just, sad and lonely people. I heard it was a fanfiction at first? Says a lot, doesn’t it?”

[jeremiahxsyed]

* sucrose v. fructose

[mvngjina-deactivated20150530]

[ ` she had figured that it would be casual — two rubber bands hastily pulled up in an effort to make a bun, fitted jeans, a flannel shirt. upon first meeting, formalities had been tossed aside and jina had assumed they would be as they’d always been, but the sight that had met her behind the apartment door relayed to her something else altogether. but nothing else is said, for words are absent too on her behalf as she slips off her shoes to follow after him — well, that is, until they reach the table. ] i didn’t expect this to be so…[ ` her words trail off as she looks at the wine glasses with a raised brow ] was i supposed to rsvp as well?

[jeremiahxsyed]

[ ` show off, he speaks silently to himself as a cheeky smile makes way in sync with her entrance. she's perfectly casual, effortlessly just as attractive as she's always been. perhaps even more so. he sighs while walking her over to the table. her comments are flattering, really. but he just lets his hands rest in his pockets while looking at the wine glasses, and then at her, his face seemingly plastered with boredom. he should have known she wasn't like the others. ] made you look.

[jeremiahxsyed]

*of memories past

[hollyxnnrivers-blog]

out of all things, holly was pretty addicted to coffee. it was what would move her, make her better to deal with her problems or a simple day at work—though that wasn’t the case that morning. having a morning off in the hospital—as she needed to finish some paperwork for her class—the young woman had herself sitting in one of that coffee shop tables, her right leg crossed over the left and the hair in a messy bun. the table had some papers all over it as she finished writing what she hoped was the last one she would have to do till starting to study specific subjects according to the medical department she would choose.

taking her glasses off and organizing her things in a pile, she took a long sip of her mocha before being surprised by someone. well, not just someone, but one of the friends she used to have in high school—and which she even went to the graduation a year after her own.

“jer!” she stood up quickly, looking down at her own clothes for a second—she hated meeting up with people when she wasn’t dressed well. but if there was one thing hollyann rivers never did was to leave home not well dressed anyways, so she was just fine. “oh my god! it’s been three years? it seems like a lifetime!” she kept saying as threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. “look at you! all grown up!” she winked, laughing softly as let him go.

[jeremiahxsyed]

He smiled at the strange but familiarly fond nickname, for about two years he remembered hearing that only from this voice. The voice that molded to a signature smile, the one thing that convinced him that there was truly some good in the world.

Jeremiah hugged her tightly, the feeling of nostalgia building up in the middle of his chest upon impact. His smile was hardly hindered at the comment, it had only been — well, three years was far too long to bother with a small meeting. Holly spoke for Jeremiah back in high school, when he and his partner fought he could count on Holly to somehow get him to at least get a chance to apologize. The thin memories gave him a reason to smile even further, but with a shrug he put his lips together and nodded once. He let his accent loose, bringing a bit of originality in feeling comfortable around another human being. 

“I tried not to change too much,” He scratched his chin, bringing focus to the facial hair. “— this is new, the tattoos are new. That’s it, I think.”

She’s grown as well, it was beyond his recollection but she looked like she’s gained experience in life. A different type of growth, and he couldn’t help but seem fond of the memories that were flushing through his mind. But that was when Jeremiah sat down, already inviting himself to join her.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” He looked at the stack of papers and her best friend in a cup. “— workaholic coffee addict, per usual. Life’s treatin’ you well, then?”

[jeremiahxsyed]

* midnight memories

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[ ` he expected the supermarket to be less busy at this time of night, thirty minutes past ten or so? it wasn’t exactly blooming with people, but he wasn’t exempt from avoiding shopping car traffic either. he turns around the corner into the canned goods, searching for soups or things of the sort.] - [ ` upon finding them he scratched the back of his neck and squinted at the names, strange combinations that didn’t really make much sense or ingredients that he didn’t think sounded very edible, he looked up and down and removed his hat to put his fringe back. just as he looked over to see if he had other options, he saw a familiar face enter the aisle. ]