time to just swing life away[Britt]

[sterling gael burandt]

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

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I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

Sterling had a few more tables to finish and then he could clock out for his thirty minute break. He didn’t have all the time in the world but during an eight hour shift after doing a full morning of school well that was probably the best feeling in the entire world. That and chowing down on Italian food which he didn’t have to pay a cent for; people complained having to work in the food services but man as a college student it was the best thing you could do for yourself. Food was expensive! Especially if you ate like Sterling did. This reminded him that after work he should probably head over to the gym. Rach still had to return the Jeep keys to him. He had let the girl take the jeep and that was probably the biggest sign that he trusted that girl with his precious baby. She had brought it back during his fifteen earlier in the day but then of course was Rachelle and walked home with the keys. He couldn’t blame her. He would pocket his awesome Beckett key chain himself. Sterling turned grabbing a few empty glasses from a couple of blonde students sitting across from him. Ster didn’t have time for flirting he was almost at his thirty. He still didn’t see Rach with his keys so he was probably going to end up getting the alfredo again. He didn’t mind. He wrote up an order and attached it to the wrack before spinning it around for the chefs to see. ”Alfredo again, Ster?” Sterling laughed and nodded to one of the Head Chefs as he turned setting another pot on the stove.

”Hey Caleb, I’m about to go on my thirty, I have two tables left then do you mind taking over my side of the floor? Thanks, man.” Sterling walked back over to the girls who had left once again a hefty check. He didn’t understand why men decided to become Chip N Dale dancers. All they had to do was work at some random restaurant and act polite and he was one step closer to tutiton or GoPro chest mount. He had been working towards that for a few months. But something always came up. He had to fix something he broke at the apartment, his jeep needed new tires, car insurance, phone insurance. Something always seemed to come up. He turned back towards the host table slipping his apron from around his waist pocketing his tip before grabbing his plate of Alfredo from the counter. He yawned as he pulled his backpack from his back locker pulling out his Ethics of Conduct textbook before heading back towards the floor. He found a bar stool that was closest to the door so he would be able to spot Rach when she returned the keys. He knew she had to run to Starbucks soon for the evening shift. He just hoped she made it in time. He flopped open to the third chapter and began skimming while devouring the bowl of Alfredo.

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Rise Against Batman is always watching...always.

[brittani rydel derosier]

hey so in these 347 words my lovely Brittani is wearing this.

In such little time, Brittani had surprised herself by making a new close friend. She had thought for sure that she would be on her own throughout college for the most part. Sure, she would have friends, but she wouldn't have someone who was as willing to talk and really understood her like Rachelle did. Though they hadn't known each other for that long, it was obvious that they were a great match.

Today, however, Brittani had been left with her friend's chore to complete. She had walked home with the keys to Sterling's -- whom she had yet to meet -- keys and it was Brittani's job to bring them back, apparently. She was told briefly by Rachelle what he looked like, but she wasn't sure if she would be able to pick him out from a crowd or not. With the keys tucked safely into her purse, Brittani quickened to a trot as she hurried to the bistro that she was told was where he worked.

Pushing the door open, Brit immediately scoured the patrons to see if he was among them. She wasn't sure if she would even see him, considering he was a waiter and he could be out back, but it was worth a try. Her gaze stopped at a man sitting at the bar, eating a healthy portion of Alfredo and appearing to study. Brittani was pretty sure that he fit the bill, but how to approach him? Did he even know that it was her and not Rachelle that was coming?

Brittani slowly sat down on the stool next to him. "You're Sterling, right? Rachelle told me to give you these." She began fishing in her bag for the items in question, succeeding after a few weird seconds of quiet. She held them between her fingers, wanting to make sure that she was giving them to the correct person, not a complete stranger. "Uh, I'm Brittani, not sure if she mentioned me or not." She had had worse introductions, that was for sure.

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[sterling gael burandt]

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

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I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

Sterling had been watching the door for a few minutes as he ate his weight in pasta. That’s when someone approached him that was not Rach. He wasn’t quite sure what this girl had in mind. He was off duty at this point and the tips were already at large. He watched as she sat down next to him making herself quite at home. Well she might as well have put on some slippers and asked for a robe. That was until she outstretched the keys to Jenny. Yep. Jenny the Jeep he was so original people looked to him for standard things that would happen every day in life. He couldn’t count how many times he had shown up in Rach’s stories or the cause of Vincent’s annoyed face. ”One and only darlin’” Sterling replied as she verified her suspicions. He quickly grabbed a napkin wiping his face before setting it down next to the bowl. ”Brittani, yeah I remember that name now! Well any friend of Rach’s is a friend o’mine,” He quickly brushed his hand on his pants before taking his keys from her. He then extended the same hand. ”Nice to meet cha, thanks for the favor. Love Rach but I don’t believe today her brain was in high gear today. Can I get you something? Have you had lunch? Soda? Anything? You’ll learn quickly I don’t take no for an answer, I’m on a thirty so I have some time to spear if you do,”

Sterling carefully finished highlighting three words in his textbook before closing it on his highlighter. He pushed the Ethics book away from himself before setting his silverware neck to his bowl. As he motioned for Caleb to come over, he turned in his stool to get a better look over his new friends BFF or so Rach claimed she was to be. Basically that meant if they were lesbian or one was the opposite sex it would have been love at first nerd reference or something to that effect. ”Caleb,” Sterling motioned for him once more as he finally caught sight of his co-worker and rushed to his aid. ”Please order something, my treat. Sooo Brittani, what are you studying? Must be something in the nerd department for you to become best friends with little Rachelle that quickly. That was meant as a term of endearment by the way, Sterling replied quickly. He knew if he didn’t add that in Rach would find him during work and would kill him and his family. Taken quotes, gotta love’um. He crossed his arms over his chest before giving her another glance. She definitely looked like someone Rach would run around with. ”You can call me Ster no one really addresses me by Sterling anymore,” He replied before picking up his soda.

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Rise Against Batman is always watching...always.