im not broke im just a broken hearted man -open-

[tristan tovius]

Tristan walked out of his home, and into central park, it was a beutiful day out. Not too sunny, but not raining at all. He smiled at a few girls walking by, that all giggled. He shook his head. The girls in this place. He thought to himself.

He was carrying his guitar on his back, trying to find a nice place to play. Not too long into his search, he found the perfect place, underneath a tree.
He un strapped his guitar, and started to play. He didnt care if no one was around to hear him, neithe rdid he care if people gathered around him. He loved to play his guitar outside, and that was that.
He started with The man who cant be moved, by the script. He started to sing, looking off in the distance, thinking about her.
He had all but given up on her. She was who he thought about all the time, but it was impossible for her to be with him now, he was what he was, and she was what she was, well, they both were. He shook his head, wiping away the bad thoughts. she didnt want him anyways.
A tall dark haired girl, a model perhaps, had stopped. She was dressed in very bohimian clothes. She smiled at him when he noticed that she was there. He smiled back.

[alex samuels]

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Alex sighed and ran a hand through her hair, sticking her pencil just behind her ear, tucked in with the strands of thin brown hair that laced down below her shoulders, nearly touching the white lined paper in her notepad as she lay there in the park in the grass on her stomach, trying her best to finish up her homework, but, not exactly suceeding. With a groan she rested her head down on her notepad, and her hair slid across the paper and into the lush green grass. In a moment, her head perked back up again when her ears picked up on the faint sound of a guitar being played not too far away. Immediately she was on her feet and walking toward the sound of the music.

It wasn't really the music that allured her... so much as the person playing the guitar. Alex knew that gentle strumming sound, and had always heard the tone of the guitar echoing in her mind, over and over and over, in her dreams and in her thoughts, twenty four seven. This tune always brought the person who played the tune to mind... and at that point she was in tears. Then she saw him. The guy who was constantly on her mind; Tristan Tovius. Her heart stopped, jumped, then skipped a beat and she nearly stumbled backwards from the heaviness she felt in her chest. "...T-Tristan?"

[tristan tovius]

Tristans fingers stopped, and his smile fell.
It was her, one of the girls whom his heart ached for. Alex. She had changed so much since he last saw her, had he changed? did he look the saem to her, did he still have a place in her heart?
He knew it was true when he saw her eyes, and the tears welling up in them. The bohimian model had gotten bored with him when he stopped played and was just looking at that girl. The girl who happened to be his sould mate, his other half. Well, not quite since he and Brianna were in the same boat, but he hadnt seen Brianna in months, he didnt even know where she was.

"Alex," he said in a voice that was only steady by practice. But if you knew him well, you could hear that it was all but calm. You would hear the undertone of emotion. "What...what are you doing here?" He asked, then back tracked. "Not that im not glad to see you, but, i mean, you, I judt didnt expect to see you here..." He led off, passing his hand through his hair, making it look even more bed head looking, and somehow making it look better..