It's all about friendship.

[Jude Wainwright]

The parking lot wasn't as crowded as it usually was, something that Jude was greatful for as he sat on the roof of Sarah's car, guitar in hand. Samson sat on the hood below him, and ahis voice s Jude's hands strummed casually over the strings, the blonde looked up.


"Jude, sing me a song, man. I crave artistic attention." Samson had spent most of the day being yelled at by teachers, and so when Jude shrugged and nodded, he grinned and sat up straighter, waiting patiently.

Jude grinned, picking up a sort of tune as he began to play, his voice carrying across the parking lot as he sang.

"You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met." He grinned, nudging Samson with his foot.

"Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
The bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first , I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But there just soft light, there just soft light
Your hair was long when we first met."

[Brody Rogers]

Shuffling herself outside, after a long day spent in classrooms, Brody was more than a little thankful for the rush of fresh air on her face. Sometimes, spending all of those hours inside, felt a little stifling. It almost made her sick to her stomach, the stuffy feeling it gave her. She much preferred the outdoors, and it was why she constantly told Lucy how when she played future outdoor concerts, the brunette had better be there with bells on, rain or shine.

On this particular day, she was feeling especially happy when she noticed Sarah Brighton's car in the parking lot. Although Samson was a Parkdale Community School student, it wasn't too often that they actually saw Sarah hanging around the parking lot since she graduated, even with her brother and the rest of her band still attending. Digging into her bag for a moment, as it hung from her shoulder, Brody produced what she had been looking for; the Less Than Jake CD that Sarah had loaned to her nearly three weeks prior. It was a bit sad that she had taken that long to actually listen, and then proceed to rip the album onto her iPod. But at least it was done now.

Picking up her pace, she pushed past some students as they clogged the entrance way to the school, milling about and waiting for whatever it was teenagers waited for. She was through the courtyard, and standing at the edge of the parking lot, when she realized who was actually at the car, and it brought an immediate frown to her face. Them, of all the people? Not even Ophi? Just her luck, as usual.

Doing her best to at least try and remain civil, the light-haired girl moved the remaining one hundred of so feet toward Sarah's car, stopping a few paces away and looking at the two boys sitting on it. She regarded Samson first, choosing to ignore the singing Wainwright.

"Where's your sister? I have her CD."

[Jude Wainwright]

Samson swayed to Jude's voice, incredibly glad that he was easily conned into singing. He glanced over at the intruding voice, squinting at the girl standing in front of the car. Brody Rogers wasn't exactly someone he liked; she hated Jude, hated the band, and refered to Sarah as 'my black friend Sarah' on occassion.

"Sarah's in the school helping Johnny with something. I'll give her the cd if you want."

Jude's fingers stilled a moment at the other girls intrusion, but they began to pick again after a moment as he hummed, trying his best to ignore the girl and the dirty looks he was sure she was throwing (or soon to be throwing) his way- he didn't know why she hated him, but he wasn't about to fuel it.

[Brody Rogers]

Brody's distaste for this answer was apparent, from her sour expression, to the way she let out an overdramatic sigh. She shifted her position, leaning her weight onto her left side, and crossing her arms over her chest, as she fixed her eyes onto Samson. Really, he didn't like her, she didn't like him. In fact, she sometimes wondered if she hated Random Comment, or if she just hated the boys in Random Comment. Ophelia and Sarah were fantastic, but Samson and Jude.. well, not so much. Not in her book. Maybe someday she'd be able to talk the girls into bigger things, brighter things, the Brody Rogers Experience.

In fact, maybe they could even form that band she had been thinking on. The idea of relying on other people to get famous, and needing them to help her along. But if she had to pick two people to complete Brody Rogers and the Shakey Deals, it would definitely be Sarah Brighton and Ophelia Wainwright. And maybe Ophelia's girlfriend, she played something, didn't she? And Lucy could be manager, of course. In short, it would be amazing.

"No, I'll wait for her. I want to talk to her myself," she said finally, upturning her nose just a bit, as she glanced off toward the school again.

[Jude Wainwright]

Samson raised an eyebrow, but shrugged, moving to crawl back up to wrap his arms around Jude, who shifted to sit between the tall blondes legs.

"Well I don't know how long you'll have to wait. Johnny makes everything epically longer then it needs to be." He nuzzles Jude's neck lightly, grinning at the boy. "Play that song you've been working on, man, I want to hear how it's coming along."

Jude settled in his spot, guitar resting on both their legs as he watched Brody carefully. He didn't trust this girl not to do something to him; sad, but true. "If only I had known how hard it would be, and it hurts inside every moment we're apart..." the tune was mellow; not emo, but a soft, sad sort of tune, his voice rich and lonely as he picked the guitar. "I need you with me baby.."

[Brody Rogers]

Brody remained in her position, trying her best to play the part of being completely nonchalant and impartial, but as Jude began to play his new song, she felt her lips curling into a self satisfied smirk. Lame, just as she had expected, though she didn't voice the opinion, just kept quiet and stared off toward the school still.

"She'll come along eventually, I'm not in a rush," she muttered, in response to Samson, though he didn't seem much interested in listening anymore. God, Lucy was right, everyone in Parkdale was gay. And these two were no exception.

[Jude Wainwright]

Samson made a face, stuffing his hands under Jude's shirt and resting hiss chin on his shoulder as he listened to the smaller teen play. The tune was good; something he had heard the other boy working on a few times now, but the words didn't work the way they should have, which was weird for Jude. "That's a little...mainstream emo isn't it?" he asked, casually.

Jude scowled, picking at one of his strings bitterly. "It's not my words. They're Sarah's, I'm just writing the tune." he hated that mainstream crap; and the words weren't exactly good.

[Brody Rogers]

Oh, the words fighting to escape. Brody lifted her hand, pressing her fist over her lips, to keep from blurting out anything rude. No, she'd just wait until she saw Lucy at work, this would make a funny story. Ripping on them openly wouldn't make the girls very happy, as much as it might have given Brody a laugh. Instead, maybe she could try being helpful.

A little musical charity was the least she could do.

"It sounds too much like Simple Plan, or some shit, for one. Also, you need to pick up the tone, a bit, for another. You sound a bit like you're forcing it out, it's not hard to tell you don't like the words. You need to feel a song, to sound good. And try taking out any of the 'baby' parts. Putting that in any song is so cliche that it burns my ears to hear it."

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude turned angry, tired eyes on the girl. He just wanted her to shut up and go away; she never had any REAL helpful things to say. "I didn't write it, I just fucking sing it." he stated, crankily. Samson gave him a worried look; he was normally nothing but polite, but he had been rather sick these past few days....

"I don't want, or need, your help, anyways. This is Sarah's song."

[Brody Rogers]

Feisty, she had to respect that. Giving a shrug of her shoulders, and settling that satisfied look onto her face again, Brody shook her head. "Whatever, man. How should I have known you didn't write it, anyway? Do you write any of your own music?"

Okay, that shouldn't have slipped. But it had, and she found she wasn't exactly sorry. It was a genuine question; did he? Those stuck up types, all hyped up on small town glory, they rarely did. They just covered amazing people, they weren't amazing.

[Jude Wainwright]

Samson glared at the girl; Jude was a fantastic writer, several of his songs already scoped out for a cd produced by the local radio station. He hated when people ragged on the poor, sweet boy; Jude wouldn't get angry most times, would just ignore or smile. It had been that way for as long as he'd known the boy, and his mothers death had just made him more passive.

"Jude is a fantastic writer. I don't know where you get off ragging on him all the time, but-"

Jude placed a hand over Samson's mouth, silencing the other boy. He knew that it frustrated his friends and siblings when he let people bad mouth him, or talk down to him, but he just didn't care. He didn't know what he'd done to make the other girl hate him; he'd never even spoken to her before today. "Look, I don't say anything about your music. I don't talk to you, I haven't done anything to you. I don't know why you hate me, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't constantly bad mouth me for no reason. I do write my own music, but the cafe prefers if we play covers because more kids will know the music. We don't get to chose our set list, you know." He settled back against Samson, closing his eyes as he sighed slightly. "So please, just leave me alone."

[Hunter Sommer]

That was definitely enough to ruffle Brody's feathers, causing some color to rise into her cheeks as Jude more or less told her off completely. Never the one to back down, however, and always ready with a temper, she clenched the hand that held onto the straps of her bag, making a fist. "Listen, asshole, you don't get to talk to me like that, got it? I know you think you're such a kick ass kid, playing at the stupid cafe, but guess what? I play at the cafe too. Lots of people do. Just because you suck off the manager, or whatever you two do to get your gigs? Doesn't make you special."

She paused for a moment, as if wondering if she had gone far enough. She quickly decided she hadn't. "Also, your mom is fat."

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude was use to people bad mouthing him because he had pretty much become the house band at the cafe, but when Brody spoke about his mother, he flushed, shoving the guitar into Samson's arms before sliding down to stand angrily before the girl.

"Don't you FUCKING talk about my mother like that." he stated, seethingly, "You stuck up bitch."

[Hunter Sommer]

It hadn't been the reaction Brody had expected, and she took a few steps back when Jude more or less leaped off of the roof of the car, and advanced on her. For a moment, she was ready to fight, thinking he was going to try to punch her, but he mostly just seemed mad. Incredibly, incredibly mad. Apparently she had hit a nerve.

"Oh yeah, and what if I do?" she replied quickly, her own face curling into a deeper scowl. "You're a mommy's boy, are you? Should have known, you seem the type."

[Jude Wainwright]

Jude's fists clenched, and he moved forward until he was almost in the other girls face. "Don't fucking talk about my mother." He felt like hitting her; he still had so many issues with his mothers death.