take my hand i give it to you. ENVER!

[ALLAH]

my hands are searching for you
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Her mother had left the house well over half an hour ago, and thankfully Adriano was at some orcheastra meeting on the mainland. The house was empty and Jade didn't feel the need to creep out, or feel anxious, and if you knew the girl she was spooked very easily. Buttoning up her black coat, the junior began rummaging through the pockets she pulled out a pair of grey gloves and pulled them onto her hands. She had gone to school the other day, in only a t-shirt and realized it's cool, suddenyl, almost seriously chilly. Fall is like that. It's the only season that sneaks up to you. Every other season gives you an advance notice, builds up, but fall--even if you're determined to see it coming, it's not there and then it is. The leaves are orange, bam, the air is cool, the furnace goes on, and there's that sad, something-finished feeling.

Stuffing her feet into a pair of white tennis shoes, she began looking for her bag. Where'd it gone? Jade could have sworn she had seen it a moment ago, oh wait, there it is. Trudging into the front foyer of the house, she grabbed her bag from the bottom of the staircase, putting the messenger over one shoulder so it rested at her hip. The seventeen year old yawned, rubbing her eyes for a moment, school was so horrible. She just hated waking up so early, and had almost not gotten up that morning. She'd thrown the alarm on the floor so it shut up, then fell back asleep, waking up in shock a few minutes later. Oh right, that Enver dude.

Her mother had asked if she had wanted a ride while the woman was bustling around the house in the the morning, Jade had refused saying she was going to take the bus. You may be wondering if she felt the least bit bad about decieving her mother right then. Or atleast maybe she's wondering it, looking back. And the answer is no, she didn't feel one bit bad. Or atleast the parts of her that might have felt bad were silenced by the realization of what she was doing. Something felt right about seeing him, sitting next to him. Sometimes rightness was bigger than lies.

Opening the front door, Jade stepped out onto the porch of the old Victorian, taking a seat on the wooden bench Adriano and placed there.

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[enver reed]

i know i stole your coat
you can have the song i wrote

The only one up in the early morning was his sister, who was in the bathroom, taking a shower. His aunt and uncle were already at work or stayed out the whole night over a friends house, but he doubted that with the work they had to go to in the morning with the getting off the island. hopefully, they were off the island and as far away from the bakery as they could be. Still, his sister was always full of questions, so by pulling on a navy blue shirt and sweater, blue jeans, and his converse, he walked out the door before she got out of the shower so he could avoid all of her questions that she was going to ask him. It wasnt like she knew him, too. Enver couldn't help but smile at hearing Jade's name, so how was he supposed to be able to lie to the person he was closest with. She would know or follow him out of the house and see where he was going and then report back to their aunt and uncle if he was doing anything he wasn't supposed to.

But, was he doing anything wrong? Not in his mind. This way, he wasn't lying, because nobody asked. He was doing something that was the most allowed thing in the world, but it was just breakfast. It wasn't like they were getting married or even kissing for that matter. If anyone asked, he could always just say that it was for school and they could act as if they were pissed off and annoyed with each other, not having anything in common. It was simple. He had already thought it over in his head. Plus, Jade already acted annoyed when he was around, so it worked out perfectly. His shoes hit the wet grass from the frost the night before. It was now cold outside. Not completely where it started to snow, but the ground was slightly hard and Enver could see his breath like he was smoking. That had always been so cool to him as a kid.

But, now, he didn't care. He walked to his tiny black care that used to belong to his father, so it was a very nice car for a riot at least. Yawning, he got in and turned the heat, letting it warm up for a minute before he got on the road and took off to Jade's house. It took him a minute to find it, but he knew it was her house when he saw her step out of the house and take a seat on the bench. Enver smiled at her before he got out to open up the door for her, making it quick so no one would be able to notice that he didn't belong in the neighborhood, and then got back in the car. he rubbed his hands together as they hit the cold air before he got back in the car to wait for Jade to join him so they could go off to the bakery and have breakfast together, and share notes or whatever.

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[ALLAH]

my arms are outstretched towards you
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Galion was tiny, with a population of about two thousand everyone knew everyone. Everyone knew everyone and their dog, it was like that. And with such a tight knit community what better thing to do was there than gossip. It was just one of those things that were unavoidable, if you lived here, you were talked about. Jade had been sitting in church one day when she heard two older woman talking in hushed voices about her in the aisle, funny how you weren't safe from it any where. The talk had only gone up ten notches when her mother divorced, in record time word of her 'passionate' affair with the famous violinist Adriano Cavalli had spread through the island, like a californian forest fire.

Sniffing, Jade wiped at her nose, looking down at her feet as she swung them back and forth. Her parent's old house had a porch swing, which she had grown up on, but the thing had been lost during the divorce. Nothing had really been split in half, everything, every memory was more or less thrown out of both of their lives, and Jade was simply here, dazed and confused. Even three years later. Noticing a car pull up, the junior realized it was Enver, mainly because his car was a lot shabbier than the expensive ones that drove around mermaid avenue. Don't get me wrong though, Jade had a thing against new cars for some odd reason, the smell inside of them made her gag. Standing up she looked left and right for a moment, checking to see if anyone was there before grabbing her bag and rushing down the front steps.

The junior slide into the passenger seat, pulling the messenger bag off her shoulder and onto her lap. Jade took in a breath, leaning back and resting her head completly on the seat, "Phew." She shut her eyes for a moment, before turning her head to look at the riot, "Good morning."

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[enver reed]

you're just like your dad
surprise! you don't only share his eyes

Enver wasn't born on a tiny island, nor was it a huge city, but never the less, his town was small and gossip wasn't a major issue. Than again, at the time he was so young that he didn't really remember anything but what his sister had told him of what she had remember, but she probably changed everything around and made it seem less cooler than it really was so he didn't feel bad. He felt left out anyways. Even with that fact of gossip moving very slow, his mother just had to move across a sea to get away from her husband. It was not needed in Enver's mind, but she did and it ruined everything. Everything seemed to be upside down here when he came. It made no sense why his mother had to come here and then not even be on a mainland. It only bothered him when he realized how small the island really was.

He liked the small until things he needed became less and less available. It wasn't like there was a million stores on the island and a million things to choose from. By now, he was surprised that the school didn't have a school uniform yet. But, no kid ever had the same clothes. That was another thing he tried to look into, but it didn't work seeing as he realized that no one would ever let him into there closest to see what clothes they had and for him to take pictures of it. That was a dream that he was never going to be able to fulfil, not that he wanted to anymore. "Good morning." He said to her as she got in the car. As she shut her door, he drove the short distance to the bakery. "i like how no one is up this early anymore." He said, as he looked out the window at the empty streets. Either no one was up, or everyone was waiting for the later boat ride out of the island. After five minutes, Enver pulled up into the parking lot of the bakery. He turned off the car. "thanks for coming, Jade." he said, before he got out of the car.

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[ALLAH]

i feel you on my fingertips
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To say Jade’s life changed when her mother married Adriano Cavalli, would be like saying the tornado changed things for Dorothy. The only thing that would come near to affecting her the same way was this boy.

Her step-father's both crazy and a genious. And I suppose that's where we should start. If you read in-between the lines about the articles written about him, you'd already have guessed this. He's a human meteor. Supposedly there's an actual, researched link between extreme creativity and mental illness, and Jades believes it because she’s seen it with her own eyes. Sure, you have the artist's and musicians like her mom, say, who are talented and calm and get things done without much fuss. The closet she gets to madness is when she becomes flustered and calls her William, which is their dog's name. But then there are the van Gogh’s, and Hemingways and Mozarts, those who feel a hunger so deep, so far down, that greatness lies there too, nestled somewhere within it. Those who get their inner voice and direction from the cool, mysterious insides of the moon and not from the earth like the rest of us. In other words, brilliant nuts.

Jade rubbed at her eyes for a moment, trying to rid them of the redness. She really was tired, and the junior was not a morning person. It usually wasn’t until second period that she perked up, sort of like one of those plants that lay depressed until someone waters them. Looking at him, Jade nodded slowly, pushing her hair out of her face, she was more grateful that no one bothered to wake up early. The seventeen year old mustered a smile, pulling her bag back onto her shoulder as she began opening the door, “I wanted to.” Wow, it took a lot out of her to say that.

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[enver reed]

did i let you down
to get that sound

Enver wasn't sure if there wasn't one super brilliant person who wasn't somewhat mental. They had to be in the first place to get the ideas that they got, right? It was like that man who was the smartest person in the world, yet he lost control over his whole entire body, not being able to speak or anything, yet he could understand and pick out the meaning of things that no one else in the world that could. It was a brilliant silence, and the man was still alive even at the age of around eighty, according to Enver's health teacher, but he wasn't sure if he too believed the words of the old teacher that fell asleep during class. And as for muscians, they were also slightly insane, of course someone like Kurt, it sent him flying down into drugs and depression, making him kill himself. Yet, did anyone ever wonder what someone like Beethoven, brilliant musician, what would he do if he was born now? Maybe there was a way to reverse his deafness, yet that was what the man was known for, so maybe that wouldn't be right.

Enver knew that if he was put deaf for a certain reason but could still feel the music in the way that he did, he wouldn't want to not be deaf. So, to be mad it was, but brilliant, but he much rather be average and still sane. Enver found it to be a real shame that he was not either of the two, nor he was never just average. Enver was one of those people that never seemed to need sleep. He was just there, never red eyed, never ready to fall asleep, but he wasn't always fully aware of what was going on, so he missed a lot. Missing those little hidden details behind the lines that other people got that he didn't sometimes he didn't understand. He looked at her and smiled as she spoke. "It's nice to know the feeling is mutual." Enver said as he walked towards the building, opening the door for Jade as they stepped into the bakery.

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[ALLAH]

my tongue dances behind my lips for you
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Some people say that the brilliant have been touched by god, and if that's true then Cavalli got god on the day he was wearing black leather and listening to his metal CDs, feeling a bit twisted and in the kind of mood where you llaugh at people when they fall down. God wearing a studded collar. Because, sure, Adriano Cavalli was a world-renowned composer and a violinist, a combination of talent virtually unheard of, but there were days when he didn't get out of bed, even to shower. And, sure, he wrote and performed Amore Innanmorato, he he also had the ability to make you feel small to the point of disappearance. His perfectionism could shatter your joy like a bullet through a stained glass window.

Shoving her hair out of her face, shutting the door closed and pulling the hood of her coat over her head. Jade was known for being tiny, and the cold just got to her that much faster because of it. The junior looked at him for a moment, before walking into the bakery, pulling her hood off as she stepped in. Old Mr. Guptill sat behind the counter, while his wife was setting out a few muffins behind him. Mmm, Jade had always loved the smell of this place. Unbuttoning her coat, she placed her bag on a chair, before taking it off aswell and resting it beside her bag. Turning back around to the boy, she rolled back on the balls of her feet, brown optics surveyed his face for a moment. Though she wasn't about to admit it, she liked his face. It was sweet, thoughtful almost, and held some sort of promise for her. "So, ready to order?"

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