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Apr. 24th, 2011 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
harshboldcharmWylie was sitting in his still near bare apartment, on the floor, cradling his guitar in his lap. He'd been fiddling with it for most of the afternoon. There wasn't much else to do when you were him, especially since his goal in life mostly consisted of... nothing. He had all he needed and he was pretty easy to please. In fact, he was more than happy to just deal with what was going on around him.
Granted, things were changing rapidly and now that he and Johnny had decided that they were official, there was a certain feeling on pressure placed on him. Johnny would deny that it was there and maybe he didn't feel it like Wylie did, but there was something in it for him that made him nervous. He'd agreed though and not out of peer pressure. He wanted to be with Johnny and he was willing to deal with all that was in his life. Not that Alice was at all a problem. The little girl had been the catalyst, in fact.
For now, sitting on the floor, eyes closed and music mindlessly filling the space was good enough for him. Life sometimes should feel simple and now, briefly, it felt that way.
Granted, things were changing rapidly and now that he and Johnny had decided that they were official, there was a certain feeling on pressure placed on him. Johnny would deny that it was there and maybe he didn't feel it like Wylie did, but there was something in it for him that made him nervous. He'd agreed though and not out of peer pressure. He wanted to be with Johnny and he was willing to deal with all that was in his life. Not that Alice was at all a problem. The little girl had been the catalyst, in fact.
For now, sitting on the floor, eyes closed and music mindlessly filling the space was good enough for him. Life sometimes should feel simple and now, briefly, it felt that way.