CAVALLARI, RYAN ASHLEY

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-- Ryan Ashley Cavallari. 19. Senior. Music.

THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO

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YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color]
'CAUSE I SAID MAYBE, YOU'RE GONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES ME.
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If there ever was a wonder drug in the entire world coffee would be that one. It seemingly poured throughout each vein of the human body a few million times a morning, it definitely kept you awake at you’re most dire times. Some might say that it could’ve been the fact that a lot of teenagers hung around the place just to get there refills, they bought a few million dollars in coffee each year so they could’ve owned Starbucks if they really wanted to. At the same time, nobody has really ever had that much notion for something like that.

On the other side of things, Ryan was in New York for other reasons. Part of the reason was because he thought of his career and life being in New York apposed to being in California where they partied twenty-four-seven. Her life back in Los Angels was a very dangerous nest of lies, politics and the next big wave of creativity. But that was the problem, everything was going a little too fast for his liking. Everything was rather predictable. Based off of every lie every told, he went to France for the summer. Then again, the second reason he came to the local Starbucks seemed to be walking in a few million dollars worth of material to make up high-heels and a few thousand dollars worth of accessories as a model. While everybody else was there visiting there families, he ran off to France to reinvent himself and spend his days reflecting, he met someone though.

Ryan was seated next to a window, finding himself glancing around. Already ordering something for himself forgetting almost everything about his guest to be. At least what type of flavors of coffee she liked or if she liked coffee at all. He was nervous, it showed, it was spelt out across his forehead in big red letters. For someone so extremely good looking he sure was showing signs of fatigue mentally. He’d stop for a second only to check the last message he had received through numerous and very interactive text messages, a few there and a few here. For someone who he totally thought he wouldn’t ever see again he felt his heart sink into his stomach. If anything his time in France was spent in her wake. They did practically everything together, he kept his moral core together though he did spent a few nights away from her and a few weeks without seeing her beautiful face but when it was time to go it was a hard thing to do. He could’ve moved to France proximately but that probably would’ve made things a little complicated with his career being so young and it hadn’t taken off the way he thought.

He found himself staring out the window as rain came down, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, that’s probably how it is when you’re not so sure of yourself and your dealing with someone from you’re past.

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WORDS 500. SETTING STARBUCKS. THE OUTFIT

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B' . 22 . Eastern.