Post by jay micheal scott on Jun 27, 2009 22:55:48 GMT -5
what am i supposed to do
when the best part of me was always you
what am i supposed to say
when i'm all choked up and you're ok
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Looking up at the ceiling in the counselor's cabin, so many things were going through Jay Scott's head. Those thoughts weren't even about him, which they usually were. Tonight these thoughts just so happened to be about none other than Corrine Ray.
Why? Why couldn't he get her out of his head? Why? It was causing him so much heartache to think about her this much, and right about now he was sick of it. He couldn't stand the fact that she broke up with him; it broke his heart. He looked back on the moment it happened. He couldn't sleep for days. These days weren't any different now that they were both back at camp. He had yet to see her, but he knew things would definitely be awkward and tense when he did. Jay had been tossing and turning all night, and he hadn't even tried to shut his eyes. He turned to lay on his right side and looked out the window above his pillow. The moon was shining rather bright tonight, and for some reason Jay felt like going on a little stroll. Maybe it would help sort his thoughts out with Corrine. He sat up in bed and swung his legs to the side of the bed. He couldn't go in boxers, so he grabbed the baggy sweat pants on the ground beside his bed and decided that was all he needed since he already had on a v-neck tshirt. Who cared about his hair? He picked up his cell phone on the bed side table beside him and it read, '2:30 am.' No one could possibly be up this early, so he was safe going out there by himself.
With his arms just sitting at his sides, he walked slowly out the door and around camp grounds. It was dark and quiet; perfect for thinking. The only sound was his sandals swiping against the ground as he lazily dragged his feet along behind him. All of a sudden, he began humming a random tune. A tune he had never heard before and thought was rather catchy. Did he just come up with this? Obviously he had. It suddenly came pouring into Jay Scott's little mind. He began whispering words to himself, as if writing a song without a piece of paper or anything; just his mind. He whispered it back to himself. "We were perfect for each other, he had one another; what went wrong?" This obviously wasn't going anywhere, but hey, he was just getting out his feelings for Corrine. He couldn't think of anything else though now that wouldn't make him get angry at himself or Corrine. He for some reason couldn't bear to think about it. He began to run, with no idea of where he was going but he knew he had to keep his mind clear; he didn't want to think about Corrine.
Suddenly he found himself at the fire pit. He didn't attend the fire that night, with fear that he might have ran into Corrine so he stayed back at his cabin trying to sleep but that obviously didn't work. He stopped and stared at the fire pit and the logs around it where people were to sit. He had a strong feeling that just maybe Corrine was there earlier. He sighed a pathetic sounding sigh and sat himself down on a log. He set his hands upon his knees and his chin in his hands. He couldn't take it anymore. Jay Michael Scott had lost it. And all because of one girl too. He buried his face suddenly in his hands, trying very hard not to let tears flood his eyes. What if someone were to walk by and see him crying? No. That would not be happening. He would just keep his face hidden in his hands and then no one would be able to tell it was him. There, that sounded good. He let out a quiet pout, a pathetic one too. He couldn't believe he was hurting this much over Corrine.
Minutes passed and Jay found himself asleep in his hands. What had happened exactly? How does someone fall asleep pouting in their own hands? No doubt it was definitely weird. His eyes felt almost puffy. He hadn't been crying had he? Jay didn't remember. He pulled out his cell phone from his pants pocket and it now said it was almost four in the morning. He actually thought about heading back, but decided against it. He was too lazy to sit up and walk back to his cabin to just sit through another sleepless night again. He sat himself down on the ground in front of the log now, leaning up against the log. He folded his arms across his chest and started at the ground in front of him with a frustrated look on his face. People would be awake soon, but he just thought he would stay there until the sun came up. That sounded reasonable to him.
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word count: 870
tagged: Layla Evangeline
lyrics: "Breakeven" by The Script
notes: aww, poor Jay...ha
