Post by Lindsay Noelle Raven on Dec 3, 2008 23:32:19 GMT -5
Could you let down your hair
Be transparent for awhile, just a little while
"That would be enough, I think..." Penny concluded as she clicked on the button that would shut down the laptop before her. Charles stretched his arms beside her, yawning in the process. He looked around. There was no one else left, since it was almost 9 pm according to the wall clock above the door panel.
'It's a bit late, don't you think?" Charles asked, clearing the table, dismissing the crumpled pieces of ruled paper and disposing them onto the trash bin at the end of the long table.
To see if you're human after all
Penny nodded and permitted herself a yawn as she slung her backpack on her left shoulder. The two of them crossed the room and closed all the lights before finally stepping out, with Charles locking the door before reaching for the bag that contained the laptop. "Let's grab something to eat?" It was a question.
Honesty is a hard attribute to find
"Sure. I'm starving anyway." Penny agreed, tossing her hair in a casual manner before stepping into Charles' car, the engine already geared for flight. It was dark except for the lampposts situated along the street sidewalks. Thankfully, she didn't have to work alone and go home alone this late. Charles was there, of course. He always was.
When we all want to seem like
we’ve got it all figured out
Charles didn't even bother asking her where she would want to eat. He knew the place already. He knew where she always enjoyed eating, whether a light meal or a heavy one. That place catered to her needs, enough for her to love the place along with the food it served. And Penny had been loved by the place also. He parked on the allotted place for customers and they made their way inside the cozy restaurant.
A table for two was waiting for them. It wasn't unusual, as Penny ate here every Thursday afternoon. What was different was that today she ate late night. And today, she ate with Charles.
Well let me be the first to say that I don't have a clue
I don't have all the answers
'Not like she asked me anyway...but she isn't complaining, so I guess it's alright...' Charles thought to himself as he escorted her to her usual table. It had been laid out with candles like every other table in the restaurant. She found the candles cute, she told him. That's one of the reasons why she preferred the place. Another thing was because it was also Lance's favorite place.
Ain't gonna pretend like I do
It used to be their favorite place. Until something came along--something that tore them apart. Something that, though he knew it was bad to say so, he was thankful for. Because if that something did not go wrong, he wouldn't be here with her. He wouldn't have the chance to spend some time with Penny.
Just trying
To find my way
Trying
To find my way the best I know how
They were inseparable, and everyone saw that. There was only one thing missing--commitment. There was never any formal arrangement between them. As clear as it was seen by everyone that they liked each other, they were always friends. Special friends, yes, but still friends. Only friends. Nothing more than that. And everyone wondered.
Well I haven't memorized all of the cute things to say
But I'm working on it
He didn't dare ask. No one spoke of it, and he was not in a position to change that. All he could do now was to be a good companion to her. She needed one. Penny had never been friendly. In fact, she only liked a few people. She was closest to Lance. Apart from him, there was no one she confided into. And Charles knew he would never be that one. He can never replace Lance.
Maybe I'll master this art form someday
He didn't intend to replace him anyway. He didn't want to be like him. He wanted to be something better than him. Yes, Penny regarded him as her perfect match, but there could be someone better, right? And he was willing to give the one thing he was not able to give--commitment. And he was going to keep her. And keep the commitment.
"You must be starving, too..." Penny noticed that he hadn't eaten, though she was halfway through her meal. She dropped her fork and waited for him to start on his. He did so after giving her another long look--the look she couldn't understand. She was new to this--to not understanding. With Lance she could tell his emotions or even his thoughts by merely looking at him.
If I quote all the lines off the top of my head
Would you believe
'If it were Lance, he'd have asked for the television set to be turned on to his favorite show...' Lance was at home in this place like her. And she could not tell if Charles was, too. She knew that the only reason he brought her here was because he knew she liked the place.
That I fully understand all these things I've read
She picked up her fork again, seeing that Charles had also started chewing on his food. He was ravenous! One of the waitresses crossed the room towards where the television set was situated, raised on a hanging platform for everyone to see. A strange show was airing, one she didn't recognize. But the laughter from across the room she did.
I'm just trying
To find my way
There was no mistaking Kara's carefree laughter. Only she could laugh as scandalous as that, she thought. Much as she didn't want to find out what she was doing her, she craned her neck to search for the source of the laughter. There, on one of the side tables were Kara and Lance. They were sharing a joke that she would never know.
Trying
To find my way
"Pen?" Charles was calling her.
"Don't call me Pen." She answered bitterly. She didn't want to hurt Charles, but she didn't want to be called by what Lance used to call her. She sensed her resolve breaking, and she dropped the fork again, fearing that she was shaking.
Trying
To find my way the best that I know how
"It's okay..." she heard Charles whisper across the table. His hands found hers and comforted them. "We can go if you want..."
Well I haven't got it all figured out quite yet but
She gulped, fighting back the urge to scream, to yell, to cry. She always screamed when she was mad. And she fell silent at another bitter recollection of her screaming at him. At Lance. That was the last night he had screamed at him.
Even if it takes my whole life to get to where I need to be
He didn't scream back. Lance wasn't like that. Mostly he stayed silent until everything calmed down a bit. Then he would listen, listen, and listen. The listener, Lance. And Penny, she didn't listen. Most of the time Lance adjusted to her. Now she knew why it didn't work out. Because knowing each other does not ensure understanding. Penny wished she had listened. Maybe there was something in what he didn't say that she didn't really know. And it could never work out if it was one-sided. She should learn how to listen, and he should learn how to speak.
And if I should fall to the bottom of the end
I'll be one step back to you, and
She composed herself and glanced for the last time on their table. It looks to me that he had already learned how to speak...
I'm trying to find my way
Trying to find my way
"Charles...let's go..." She stood up after Charles and walked silently to the parking lot, Charles by his side. He didn't talk. He didn't know what to say. She didn't, too.
I'm trying to find my way
Trying to find my way...
'Maybe if I learned to listen...it would work out...'
--used lyrics from the song Trying by Lifehouse
Be transparent for awhile, just a little while
"That would be enough, I think..." Penny concluded as she clicked on the button that would shut down the laptop before her. Charles stretched his arms beside her, yawning in the process. He looked around. There was no one else left, since it was almost 9 pm according to the wall clock above the door panel.
'It's a bit late, don't you think?" Charles asked, clearing the table, dismissing the crumpled pieces of ruled paper and disposing them onto the trash bin at the end of the long table.
To see if you're human after all
Penny nodded and permitted herself a yawn as she slung her backpack on her left shoulder. The two of them crossed the room and closed all the lights before finally stepping out, with Charles locking the door before reaching for the bag that contained the laptop. "Let's grab something to eat?" It was a question.
Honesty is a hard attribute to find
"Sure. I'm starving anyway." Penny agreed, tossing her hair in a casual manner before stepping into Charles' car, the engine already geared for flight. It was dark except for the lampposts situated along the street sidewalks. Thankfully, she didn't have to work alone and go home alone this late. Charles was there, of course. He always was.
When we all want to seem like
we’ve got it all figured out
Charles didn't even bother asking her where she would want to eat. He knew the place already. He knew where she always enjoyed eating, whether a light meal or a heavy one. That place catered to her needs, enough for her to love the place along with the food it served. And Penny had been loved by the place also. He parked on the allotted place for customers and they made their way inside the cozy restaurant.
A table for two was waiting for them. It wasn't unusual, as Penny ate here every Thursday afternoon. What was different was that today she ate late night. And today, she ate with Charles.
Well let me be the first to say that I don't have a clue
I don't have all the answers
'Not like she asked me anyway...but she isn't complaining, so I guess it's alright...' Charles thought to himself as he escorted her to her usual table. It had been laid out with candles like every other table in the restaurant. She found the candles cute, she told him. That's one of the reasons why she preferred the place. Another thing was because it was also Lance's favorite place.
Ain't gonna pretend like I do
It used to be their favorite place. Until something came along--something that tore them apart. Something that, though he knew it was bad to say so, he was thankful for. Because if that something did not go wrong, he wouldn't be here with her. He wouldn't have the chance to spend some time with Penny.
Just trying
To find my way
Trying
To find my way the best I know how
They were inseparable, and everyone saw that. There was only one thing missing--commitment. There was never any formal arrangement between them. As clear as it was seen by everyone that they liked each other, they were always friends. Special friends, yes, but still friends. Only friends. Nothing more than that. And everyone wondered.
Well I haven't memorized all of the cute things to say
But I'm working on it
He didn't dare ask. No one spoke of it, and he was not in a position to change that. All he could do now was to be a good companion to her. She needed one. Penny had never been friendly. In fact, she only liked a few people. She was closest to Lance. Apart from him, there was no one she confided into. And Charles knew he would never be that one. He can never replace Lance.
Maybe I'll master this art form someday
He didn't intend to replace him anyway. He didn't want to be like him. He wanted to be something better than him. Yes, Penny regarded him as her perfect match, but there could be someone better, right? And he was willing to give the one thing he was not able to give--commitment. And he was going to keep her. And keep the commitment.
"You must be starving, too..." Penny noticed that he hadn't eaten, though she was halfway through her meal. She dropped her fork and waited for him to start on his. He did so after giving her another long look--the look she couldn't understand. She was new to this--to not understanding. With Lance she could tell his emotions or even his thoughts by merely looking at him.
If I quote all the lines off the top of my head
Would you believe
'If it were Lance, he'd have asked for the television set to be turned on to his favorite show...' Lance was at home in this place like her. And she could not tell if Charles was, too. She knew that the only reason he brought her here was because he knew she liked the place.
That I fully understand all these things I've read
She picked up her fork again, seeing that Charles had also started chewing on his food. He was ravenous! One of the waitresses crossed the room towards where the television set was situated, raised on a hanging platform for everyone to see. A strange show was airing, one she didn't recognize. But the laughter from across the room she did.
I'm just trying
To find my way
There was no mistaking Kara's carefree laughter. Only she could laugh as scandalous as that, she thought. Much as she didn't want to find out what she was doing her, she craned her neck to search for the source of the laughter. There, on one of the side tables were Kara and Lance. They were sharing a joke that she would never know.
Trying
To find my way
"Pen?" Charles was calling her.
"Don't call me Pen." She answered bitterly. She didn't want to hurt Charles, but she didn't want to be called by what Lance used to call her. She sensed her resolve breaking, and she dropped the fork again, fearing that she was shaking.
Trying
To find my way the best that I know how
"It's okay..." she heard Charles whisper across the table. His hands found hers and comforted them. "We can go if you want..."
Well I haven't got it all figured out quite yet but
She gulped, fighting back the urge to scream, to yell, to cry. She always screamed when she was mad. And she fell silent at another bitter recollection of her screaming at him. At Lance. That was the last night he had screamed at him.
Even if it takes my whole life to get to where I need to be
He didn't scream back. Lance wasn't like that. Mostly he stayed silent until everything calmed down a bit. Then he would listen, listen, and listen. The listener, Lance. And Penny, she didn't listen. Most of the time Lance adjusted to her. Now she knew why it didn't work out. Because knowing each other does not ensure understanding. Penny wished she had listened. Maybe there was something in what he didn't say that she didn't really know. And it could never work out if it was one-sided. She should learn how to listen, and he should learn how to speak.
And if I should fall to the bottom of the end
I'll be one step back to you, and
She composed herself and glanced for the last time on their table. It looks to me that he had already learned how to speak...
I'm trying to find my way
Trying to find my way
"Charles...let's go..." She stood up after Charles and walked silently to the parking lot, Charles by his side. He didn't talk. He didn't know what to say. She didn't, too.
I'm trying to find my way
Trying to find my way...
'Maybe if I learned to listen...it would work out...'
--used lyrics from the song Trying by Lifehouse