hello. in usual ash fashion i want to write but i don't want it to be any of my current works. so i'm taking a crack at @partiallypearl 's ipod shuffle challenge! though im cheating by using spotify, i'm just going to put on my liked songs playlist and see what comes up :) continue reading if interested <3
james knew sneaking into roxy's bedroom was a bad idea. her father had been clear about that from the moment they'd started dating.
but he didn't care. it's not like declan would actually do anything to him, considering how that would affect the daughter he'd give the entire world to.
james would give her the world too - declan just couldn't tell that from the incriminating position he'd found the two teenage lovers in under her bright red duvet.
good thing james had left the window open, considering he'd scrambled out of it as quickly as he could.
roxy was screaming, so was declan, as the man crammed himself through the doorframe and began to take off after james. he chased him all the way down the block and into the forested trail, yelling some of the scariest threats the teenager had ever heard.
i never told you what i do for a living - my chemical romance
pairing: rames (rockstar roxy au)
"what brings you around here?" he asked, gazing out at the palm woods pool as he finally managed to catch the girl's attention. "i thought you already had a place with your dad."
"i do," she said, buffing her nails on her shirt. "he's hard to live with, rockstar lifestyle and all. figured it was time i flew the coop and got a place of my own."
"and you can... afford that? aren't you my age?"
"you know how well performing pays the bills."
that caught james' attention. "what...?"
"oh, come on," roxy laughed, a hand reaching out to brush his arm. it reminded him of their little encounter of the rocque records conference room. "i never told you what i do for a living?"
the boy shook his head, confused.
"i'm a performer, just like you," the girl shared. "time to forge a rockstar lifestyle befitting me, not him."
older - five seconds of summer
pairing: kaisy-ish. if you squint. more like mae walker x jasper walker lol
daisy didn't think there was anything better than watching her grandparents together. they had a bond that endured all; happiness and heartbreak and everything in between.
the two of them had been through so much together, it was almost hard for her to fathom.
the two of them sat in the study, next to each other on the worn out couch they'd had in there forever and ever. her grandpa had a world war 2 book cracked open for the two of them to read. while he was focused on the pages, his hand cradled hers.
he knew that she was starting to fall asleep on his shoulder, but kept as normal anyway.
daisy wanted something like that. something real. natural. as easy as breathing.
she didn't want to get older without a love like that, she decided, pouring over the sketchbook in her lap. just as she decided what to begin to draw - the scene in front of her - the chime on her laptop went off to alert her of a new message.
driving through a dream - andrew mcmahon in the wilderness
one of these days, roxy was going to force james to get his driver's license. it always stressed her out so bad when he drove without one, but tonight they'd had no choice as they headed back into la from santa monica.
the songwriter was literally falling asleep on her feet after their jam packed day of fun, hardly able to keep her eyes open long enough to focus on anything in particular.
the radio was on, a tape of her favorite songs blasting through the stereo of the old pontiac gto, and the music mixed with the sound of the rustling wind as she laid her head on james' shoulder as they soared down the highway.
he always looked so cool, even with the wind whipping his hair wildly. he knew it too; she didn't need to peek at him to know the smirk growing across his face as she cuddled closer into him as the fall air chilled her skin.
"try to get some sleep," he told her, barely audible over all the other highway noises. "i'll wake you at home."
miss you - louis tomlinson
pairing: olive & roxy (college au)
"everything is great," olive assured her best friend, cradling the half-drank mug of beer in her palms. "everything is fucking great."
roxy knew this was the furthest thing from the truth, however. olive always got like this when her on-off relationship with the boy from her psych 101 class was going downhill.
"it will be," the other girl promised. "after one more pint... or five..."
olive snorted, looking out at the others hanging out around the sleazy bar 20 minutes away from their dorm. without saying anything, she got up and ordered four shots from the bartender.
not too long later, she and roxy were the only ones on the makeshift dance floor, singing along to the justin bieber tune roxy had begged the dj to play for them.
INFATUATION - i don't know how but they found me
if kendall didn't have his phone on him, it made him anxious.
what if daisy-mae sent him a message and he wasn't able to reply to it?
would she think he had better things to do than talk to her?
he didn't think he ever would for the rest of his life.
besides, she said she didn't have a good way of reliably communicating with him until the laptop she'd ordered arrived. the laptop she'd bought just to talk to him.
how crazy was that? was it crazy to be crazy about her crazy decisions?
talking to her was his only repeive from the mess of his current state. no need to worry about hockey, or his knee, or anything else.
his friends said it was infatuation... katie had called it obsession... and kendall had no idea which term he preferred.
lost my cool - stand atlantic
waiting was all roxy did. for the right time to share the song. for mag to indicate he liked her as much as she liked him. for any sign brand new day had a gig. for an excuse to hang out around the boy she might have been falling in love with.
what a fat lot of good that did her, considering she was running down the halls of her high school, face in her hands trying to hide the tears streaming down her face.
normally, she prided herself in being able to control her emotions well, but after mag had laughed in her face at the thought of them being together... anyone in her position would do the same.
she'd always thought it was so cliche when that happened in the movies or tv shows she watched, but now, living it in her own reality, she felt far more sympathetic to the plight of protagonists like kat stratford. maybe she should take a page out of her book and tell mag to eat shit, but the thought of ever seeing him again made her begin to cry even harder.
kendall wished being able to play the guitar turned him into songwriter he wanted to be. it wasn't enough that daisy liked the music he played, he wanted her to like the music he made.
he'd tried everything, scratching out all his thoughts onto the pages of his school notebook before tearing them out and crumpling them into a ball to trash in the corner of his room.
just as he went to write again, the chime on his computer went off. daisy was online.
look at the stars she sent aren't they exceptionally beautiful tonight?
he didn't think twice before he opened the blinds to his room, looking up at the same night sky as her, despite being thousands of miles apart. the streetlights outside his house doused his vision in a pale yellow.
and the lyric he managed to come up with then was just as stupid as the rest of them, but he wrote it out any way.
look at the stars. look how they shine for you.
the corner of his mouth perked up. that was a pretty good start, even if he could never put into words how much daisy meant to him.
one less lonely girl by justin bieber
pairing: roxy & logan (wag au), lolive if you squint
"you're not understanding me, hockey head!" roxy practically yelled at logan, taking his shoulders in his hands and shaking violently. "it's non-negotiable. you're singing this to her at the reception or else."
"we're not even engaged!" logan cried right back. not that he hadn't thought about it before...
"i don't care!" his friend continued to shake him. "there's no way i'm giving her to you unless you tell me right now - swear to me - you're going to do it!"
"she's not yours to give away," logan pointed out, starting to get a headache.
"do i need to get wren on the phone? because she'll be on my side!"
that threat did hold quite a lot of weight; when it came to olive's best interests, roxy and wren did tend to see eye to eye.
"...fine," the hocky player conceded, cheeks growing a firey red. "and not just because you're threatening me..."
when you need a man - the driver era
pairing: pre-relationship rames, dak x roxy
it was infuriating to see dak anywhere in the vicinity of roxy. james didn't understand how she couldn't see how miserable he'd made her over the last few weeks. standing her up at the party, getting all up in her shit for hanging out with other guys, a whole list of things he could think of off the top of his head.
but it didn't matter, at least not to him, because he'd be there for her regardless. that was what a good friend did, even if he desperately wanted to be more.
when she needed a man, she'd call on him, and he'd be ready to swoop in and take care of her. show her what a real relationship looked like. turn her entire world upside down.
hi! if you made it this far, you deserve a medal. these are so embarrassing. now you know why it takes me so long to get my chapters out LOLLL. writing with brevity is literally my worst nightmare!!!!!! but anyway i hope you enjoyed <3 ty for reading ily
