.Surronded by this disgusting melody [Open] Feb 22, 2009 23:06:44 GMT
Post by Marco Dinzel on Feb 22, 2009 23:06:44 GMT
Turn out the light
And lay here
and wait with
And lay here
and wait with
The heat was rising from the sun as it beamed down on the camp. The pool wasn't empty, groups of kids here and there, every now and then. People probably preferred to go down to the beach instead of the pool, maybe it was because of the water temperature, Marco didn't know. He wasn't exactly in the pool, himself, he sat at the edge, legs dangling in as he held his cell phone in his hands, mashing on a pice of stride gum, as he texted people now and then. He wasn't planning on doing much on the sunny afternoon. He played enough guitar during the day, sure, he adored the sound the strings made as his pick hit against them, but after awhile of playing, it gave him a blasting head-ache.
Marco stared at his phone, waiting for someone to reply to his recents texts, but after awhile of staring and waiting, he gave up, and set the phone aside. His eyes moved up, looking around, people were either in a pack of 3 to 7 people or they were by themself heading out. Meaning he was the only person who was really alone.
With his bad memory, Marco couldn't remember whether he was wearing shorts or swimming trunks. Not that it really mattered anyway. But Marco preferred not to get any of his shorts wet. He was a weirdo like that. So, seeing as he was wearing trunks, he pushed himself into the water, at first i being cold, giving him goose bumps and caused his teeth to chatter a bit, but after awhile of toughing up and getting use to the water, he was fine.
Marco wasn't on the deep end though, he hated the deep end and always had hated it. He hadn't been tought how to swim, nor was he going to in the future. He just plain hated deep water. The fear of drowning was to much for Marco to handle. He didn't want to die young. Especially not in a pool with other people's germs in it. That's just digusting. Which was why he really didn't like the pool. Gross greasy kids could've jumped in, then all their grease would be floating around and would get stuck to him.
" Icky... " He mumbled to himself, shaking his head and made his was towards the edge of the pool, and pulled himself out.
Well, pools are far more disgusting then Marco had thought, now that he actually thought about it.
So, keeping his legs out of the water, he sat up where he had before, legs crossed, and checked over his messages. No one texted him. It made him feel rather lonely, actually. He didn't really know why he cared, nor why he was eager to have someone text him.
Marco sighed, setting the phone aside once again, pulled his short legs up to his chest, and rested his head on his knee caps.
Well. This was a fun afternoon.