I know why the caged bird sings...

[mrbrightside]

I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASS
don't know how much time has passed
OH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER

Time passed strangely in the lamp. Sometimes it was fast, usually for happy moments Mitch saw as he watched life continue on from the outside looking in. Somedays it was slow, and Mitch could feel the seconds dripping by. These were the more painful moments that struck a chord in his heart. Especially those with Cleo.

It wasn't his fault, even Genie agreed with him, that Mitch had been captured by the lamp without a moment to say goodbye to those he loved or cared for. Genie, well, Genie said it was fate, and fate couldn't be helped.

Even still, Mitch wished he was in the outside world, instead of sitting in front of this mirror watching life pass him by. At least the lamp had all the commodities that he could ever want, that he could ever wish for. Games, food, television, internet. The only proviso of the lamp's endless possibilities was that there was no contact with the outside world. As the Genie said, "You can look, but not touch. Sure, it's no way to live, but, hey, at least we're together." It was true. Genie had told him, briefly, about the time he spent alone.

Mitch wondered idly, if he were ever to get outside again, if his new-found powers would still work. Probably, according to the Genie. He'd love to see the look on Marnie's face when he conjured up a soda or something better out of mid-air. It would certainly simplify things.

The scene on the other side of the mirror, a couple walking through Central Park, faded to black when Mitch stopped paying attention to it. He looked at the glass, touching his hand to the surface thoughtlessly. If only...

"like the cagéd bird
I, too, dream of distant skies
though I’ve lost my wings"

Mitch spoke quietly to the mirror, more so to the imprisonment that it represented. The Genie glanced over at the man, taking his concentration from the television program for a moment. "Pretty." He shuffled a newspaper and looked back down. "Try and move on, son. It's best for everyone. She can't wait a thousand years for you."

But Mitch would...

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(WORDS) 286
(NOTES) Back in black.
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo didn’t know why she was in Central Park. It’s not like she’d gotten lost in this stupid park enough times. Maybe it was because of that feeling you get when you have to go somewhere. It wasn’t like her ‘I have to go to Gingey’s every day’ sort of thing. Even if that was true since it was Gingey’s, and she could actually really go for a chocolate chip cookie right about now. But, no, okay. No. Not now. Because she was at Central Park and there was something important to do because otherwise she would definitely not be here. Stupid confusing park. The park vendors were kind of nice, though. Like, she’d seen this guy with balloons. That had been awesome, especially because he’d given her one. For free!

Cleo tried to focus more on where she was. If she got to thinking too much, she’d not pay attention to where she was going. Then, she’d be lost. Again. Dragging her feet (and realizing how annoying it was which is why she stopped that), Cleo clasped her hands behind her back and continued down the trail. There were people which were comforting. As long as she kept at least one in sight, she would be fine. The path eventually opened up into a circular area with a few benches and a clear way out back to the city and… a vendor she’d never seen before. (Then again, she wouldn’t recognize most vendors for she never came here). Getting the same feeling as before, Cleo quickly approached. He didn’t look like most vendors. Instead of a cart, he was sitting on a blanket with a bunch of random stuff sitting in from of him. It was almost a little sketchy in her opinion.

The guy seemed pleased enough to have a customer. “Hi…” she smiled at him, kneeling to see what was there. It was a lot of stuff she’d never use or need. “Can I…?” she asked, gesturing to the items, asking if she could touch. He nodded which surprised her a little. Resting on her knees, Cleo went through the knick-knacks carefully (for they seemed breakable). Some bangle bracelets (which she wouldn’t mind buying), a vase (her mom might like that), and… Wow, this lamp totally reminded her of Aladdin. Humoring herself, Cleo rubbed the lamp (and giggled a little childishly because it just felt so Disney which was great) before admiring it a little more closely.


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words; 410
outfit minus the bag & ear cuff, plus her promise ring

[mrbrightside]

I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASS
don't know how much time has passed
OH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER

A rumble shook the lamp, and both Genie and Mitch glanced up to the ceiling. The Genie tossed his newspaper aside and strode over to the mirror, pushing Mitch aside. "Hang on, kid. I think we're getting out of here soon." The Genie tapped the mirror and it rippled, showing Central Park and the vendor that had been lugging around their lamp for days. A hand reached down and picked up the lamp, rubbing the side as another rumble echoed throughout the chamber. "We're outta here!" The Genie shouted excitedly, making the mirror zoom out to see the holder of the lamp. "Oh, and look - she's a cutie. I get the feeling I know her from somewhere. Vegas, maybe? Nah, that can't b-" Mitch stared at the mirror, moving in closer to look. He could hardly breathe. "It's her, Genie." His whisper turned into a shout as the lid of the lamp opened up and the two beings were pulled out of their prison. "It's Cleo!"

A blue-purple smoke began to fill the air, scaring some of the pedestrians to leave. Others just stood and stared. It clouded up the air, causing people to choke and cough as they tried to get away. When the smoke finally began to clear, a rather surprised Mitch was sitting genie-style on the vendor's blanket. The Genie had already become part of Mitch again, and he was a lot less surprised than the man. Say something, stupid. the Genie hissed into Mitch's mind. Mitch looked over at Cleo, who was stunned by the whole ordeal as well.

"Uh, I can explain, kinda..."

The Genie cringed in his mind. I said "Say something, stupid." not "Say something stupid." Hope she's a keeper.

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(WORDS) 286
(NOTES) Back in black.
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Okay, that wasn’t supposed to happen. Cleo dropped the lamp and jumped to her feet, backing away. Her heart was racing, her mind couldn’t figure out what was going on, and every nerve in her body was telling her to run. Because this wasn’t supposed to happen. It’s not like she was in a Disney movie. She had been kidding. She had not been serious, at all, and now she probably wouldn’t even be able to buy those bangle bracelets. What if she’d broken the stupid lamp? The vendor would make her buy it and it’d probably be really expensive an—Cleo coughed into her arm, wishing the stupid smoke would go away. She closed her eyes and waited until the smoke had cleared. Not only was that gone, but so were most of the people. Oh, great. There was no way she could blame anybody… el… Was—

“Mitchie?” She wasn’t sure if she sounded angry or upset or confused, or which she sounded more of. Cleo wasn’t quite sure how long it had been since he just flat-out disappeared, but she could remember that she cried for weeks. He had just vanished without any explanation and she’d felt that it was probably her fault. At some point, she’d realized she would never find out if it was because he never came back. But, here he was, completely nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just appeared out of nowhere (because nowhere sounded better than some genie lamp). It wasn’t often that Cleo was speechless but at this point, she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t even want to bother trying to say anything at the risk of sounding incredibly foolish.

Deciding to play it safe, Cleo shook her head a little before saying in a tiny, quiet voice: “I’m listening.”


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[mrbrightside]

I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASS
don't know how much time has passed
OH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER

Mitch stared awkwardly at Cleo for a moment considering the million different ways he had just sounded completely idiotic. A small noise came from behind him, and Mitch turned, facing a confused vendor. "Oh, sorry." He stood up, getting off of the blanket. "I must have fallen down in the confusion. Weird smoke, wasn't it?" Mitch grinned what he thought was his most convincing grin, as he paid the man for the lamp. Tucking it under his arm, Mitch turned to Cleo, pulling her up carefully. "We need to go somewhere a little more private to talk." He muttered halfway to her, halfway to himself. "I might get arrested for being a lunatic if we talk out here."

Mitch took Cleo to a park bench a few minute's walk away. It was relatively quiet in that area, if you counted the sound of the children climbing on the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland statue as ambiance. He crossed his legs under him in the same way she'd found him. Genie-style, as it were. Mitch picked up the habit in the lamp, and it stuck very well. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out where to begin. Right now, he knew Cleo was waiting for an answer.

"There are... people who personify characters from legends and myths." Mitch began, knowing how crazy he was about to sound. "And I'm starting to see the connections between the person and the myth. A lot of the people I know - you know - have," he cringed inwardly as he spoke. "characters inside their head. God, I sound insane."

It was true though. Mitch, as he'd been watching over the time he'd been gone (NOT stalking, as he'd reminded himself) had seen little bits and pieces of other, well, characters in his friends and others he knew. Garrett acted more like a beast sometimes than a person, and, with some selective prodding from the Genie towards Garrett's man-servant, Durand, and some review of various movies containing old lore (mostly Disney, unfortunately), Mitch finally made the connection. Beastly was right. From there, he tried to look at everyone involved with the Beast. Cogsworth and Belle were easy. Mitch balked on the others, skipping them as he decided (still in the lamp) that he would have plenty of time to think things over. Marnie was next. Her abnormal fascination with stars (and that of granting wishes, now that Mitch thought about it, though they both shared this trait) didn't lead to much until another Disney movie marathon. He had chuckled - modern Pinocchio will never know what hit him.

Mitch sighed, mentally going over any possible way he could explain without sounding stupid. "Look, I'm the Genie from One Thousand and One Nights, the origin of that Disney movie, Aladdin, you know?" He was getting desperate to explain and set things straight. "I've been trapped in that lamp for I don't know how long, and I couldn't contact anyone outside." There was a moment's silence, then Mitch had an idea. "Hey, do you want a hot drink or something?"

If he couldn't explain things to Cleo, he could show her.

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(WORDS) 527
(NOTES) Genie's Lamp, Cuffs, Under the Cuffs
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Mitch’s short interaction with the vendor gave Cleo a moment to collect her thoughts. It still wasn’t easy. Things like this didn’t happen in real life, and even if they did, certainly not to her. It happened to… to other people! Cleo shook her head and pulled her hand through her hair. This was frustrating. Mitch bought the lamp (which made her rather curious) and then told her they needed to go somewhere a little more private. Like you could find anywhere private in a public place like a park, in New York. Still, Cleo followed, paying attention to her surroundings so she would know her way out later if she had to leave. For some reason, everything seemed more confusing now. And she didn’t like it. Cleo sat beside him, a little wary, and admired the area. Why hadn’t she found this little spot in the park? This was nice and not scary or maze-like.

She faced him as he started and tried to focus. She had questions but she couldn’t figure out how she wanted to word them, and… already, he wasn’t making any sense. Cleo’s eyebrows knitted together and she quietly scoffed in disbelief. Why was he even… it almost felt like he was making fun of his whole disappearing act. He couldn’t come up with a better, more plausible story? Really? It made her a little angry, to be honest. Cleo leaned back and folded her arms over her chest, her confused expression melting into a more annoyed one. Aladdin? Great. Because she hadn’t just been thinking of that movie. Cleo finally shook her head, again, and found her voice. “I’m sorry, but did you hit your head back there?” Cleo gestured to where they’d just come from before crossing her arms again. “No. I’m not thirsty.” She answered shortly, looking away. The question seemed random and—Wait. Genie, had he said? Okay, maybe she should give this a chance.

“A brownie,” she muttered after a moment, worried her voice would be thick with tears. It’s not that she was going to cry or that she was upset, really. It was just that she didn’t like those memories because, after what had happened, thinking about them had made her cry.

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[mrbrightside]

I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASS
don't know how much time has passed
OH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER

"Maybe I did hit my head. A nice case of amnesia would do the trick right about now." Mitch scratched his head idly, the reflection of the light catching on the metal bracelet things on his wrists. No, it was all true. It all happened. How could he otherwise explain the shackles on his wrists? S&M wasn't Mitch's ordeal. "If you eliminate the possible, the remaining, however improbable, is the truth." he muttered, another random quote from some bank of knowledge Mitch didn't have before.

When Cleo took the bait, Mitch smiled quietly, snapping with his right hand. A brownie appeared in a poof of purple-blue smoke. Mitch frowned at it, and a napkin appeared in another poof. He held it out to Cleo. "Sorry for the ton of smoke earlier. Genie did that to clear out the pedestrians."

Amazingly, people don't believe in this kind of stuff. I mean, what gives?

"Yeah, tell me about it." Mitch shrugged, looking up at the sky. He'd missed New York. Really, just the outside world. Anything was better than the inside of an oil lamp. He looked back over at Cleo, sadly."It wasn't my fault, Cleo. I really wouldn't leave without saying anything."

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(WORDS) 201
(NOTES) Genie's Lamp, Cuffs, Under the Cuffs
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo frowned. This wasn’t making her happy. This was un-making her day. This… this sucked. The light shining on whatever was on his wrist distracted her and Cleo half-closed her eyes, trying to see what they were. She grabbed his hand and pulled it towards her. “What are these?” she asked, her tone more demanding than she’d intended. “I don’t like them.” She muttered off-handedly. They reminded her of being trapped, aka one of the absolute worst feelings ever. Cleo looked up at Mitch through her bangs. Had he really been trapped for… however long it had been would have been too long for her. She gently let go of his hand and looked down, tugging on a strand of her hair. Cleo didn’t like this. She glanced up when he snapped his fingers and… okay, really? So much for denying it now. Cleo took the brownie in hands carefully, staring at it. Surely it was some trick.

Was he talking to himself? Cleo looked at him, narrowing her eyes a little. “Tell… what? Was that directed at me, ‘cause it didn’t make any sense, hun.” She internally cringed. It felt weird calling him something like that after all this time. Cleo shrugged and looked down again, fighting back the tears. Instead, she took a bite of the brownie and, though it was incredibly rude and her mother had raised her to not talk with her mouth full, said, “s’fine…” It wasn’t really. She just didn’t want to upset him or anything. It may have been cliché of her to pull the whole ‘I’m fine/it’s fine/everything’s fine’ thing when it really wasn’t, but she didn’t care. Cleo kind of just wanted to move past this so maybe she could get back to a normal life, except not really, because Mitch was back. She had a feeling everything would change.


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outfit minus the bag & ear cuff, plus her promise ring

[mrbrightside]

I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASS
don't know how much time has passed
OH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER

Mitch watch as Cleo examined the cuffs on his arms. It was strange, he thought, to be touched by another human being after such a long time. And, God, he'd missed Cleo. Mitch tried to ignore her while he was in the lamp, focusing the viewing mirror on things outside of his own personal life and choosing to ignore whatever pain he had. For fate to set him free in the presence of Cleo was both a joy and a trial. On one hand, she could believe him and accept his apology. On the other, she could call him crazy and leave.

Mitch shook his head free of the doubts he had as Cleo asked him a question. "These..." he sighed softly, trying to pull the cuffs off in vain. "These are the shackles that bind genies to their lamps. A reminder that even though I have power, I'm also still a slave to whatever master I have." He stopped, reminded of one last thing he'd forgotten to say.

Mitch didn't want to do this, but he had to. It was required of him by the cosmic powers or some other crap. If he didn't, he'd be punished somehow. Genie had been reluctant to tell him about what might happen, but it was clear that Mitch would be better off just doing what was required.

"A genie has to have a master..." Mitch muttered, half to himself, half to Cleo. Here goes nothing. He took a breath in, mustering up whatever dignity he still had left. "You rubbed the lamp, therefore you're my master. I owe you three wishes."

Well, so much for taking this relationship slow.

(TAG) anyone who cares
(WORDS) 201
(NOTES) Genie's Lamp, Cuffs, Under the Cuffs
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo had never been good with sitting still, or serious conversations, or anything of the sort, and so she’d sort of become distracted by the kids playing on a statue not too far away. She set the brownie on her knee, wrapped up in the napkin, for she’d lost her appetite. Cleo nibbled on her bottom lip, half-listening to Mitch, half-wondering if she’d be allowed to climb on that statue too. It was rude, definitely, especially since Mitch was finally back (albeit under some strange circumstances). It was just… Cleo looked back to him, her gaze somehow critical and curious. Why hadn’t she done more? Why hadn’t she tried to find him? It was kind of unlike her to just stay in her dorm, or at her mom’s house, crying and eating ice cream. That was so unlike her. When Cleo finally started to fully listen to him again, she was confused as to where the conversation had gone.

She knew she was blushing which was why she looked down, tugging on her hair again. Strange circumstances indeed. The first thing to come to mind was to just copy Aladdin and wish for Mitch to be free. Was that allowed though? She felt like this was different, that it didn’t work the same. She probably wasn’t allowed. Disney always made sure there was a happy ending and wishing the Genie free was part of that happy ending. Happy endings didn’t happen in real life. “I wish you didn’t have to wear those,” she said, pointing to the cuffs, unable to stop herself from pouting. It was childish perhaps, and maybe a waste of a wish, but she didn’t care. They were her wishes and she’d use them however she well pleased.

notes; i'm sorry my cleo muse sucks right now x-x;
words; 291
outfit minus the bag & ear cuff, plus her promise ring

[mrbrightside]

I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASS
don't know how much time has passed
OH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER

"I wish you didn’t have to wear those."

A part of Mitch hoped that her words could set him free, but deep inside, he knew that the story didn't end with Cleo. Mitch smiled at her kindness, turning the smile into a chuckle. Cleo was almost childlike in some ways, a bit more innocent than most people he knew, but it was endearing. "Now, then," Mitch began. "Why waste your wishes on something that can't happen?" He stood up, brushing brownie crumbs off his pants, and held out his hand to pull Cleo up.

"Wanna go on walk? You can tell me, first off, how long I've been gone, and what I have missed." Mitch grinned at the girl. He was so happy to be out of that lamp. What Mitch wanted right now was to go talk to people, real live people, and have conversations. Genie, although witty and wonderful, was only one person in billions of people to talk to. One experience out of many. It had been a looonnng time...

"And maybe, just maybe, things can get back to normal."

Minus the whole genie thing, of course.

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(WORDS) 201
(NOTES) Genie's Lamp, Cuffs, Under the Cuffs
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution.

[CLEO EVERETT]

They didn’t go away. She frowned and half-glared, half-pouted at Mitch. That wasn’t fair! They were her wishes, right? Cleo huffed, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. Cleo watched as he stood, offering his hand. She didn’t move for a moment, the entire situation having overwhelmed her again. Mitch was back. He was actually back and every little memory was, like, replaying in her mind, and tiny details were coming back to her. Basically, the realization had finally hit her. Cleo leapt up and practically tackled Mitch, throwing her arms around him. “You’re back.” She muttered, as if this were proof, actual evidence. After a minute or so, Cleo let go and stepped back. “Sorry,” she laughed, a little sheepish. She tugged on a strand of hair, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

“Walking. Right.” Cleo nodded a little, glancing around. “But… not here. I hate this place. I get lost every time I come here.” Cleo would never like Central Park, especially not compared to most of her other favorite spots. Seriously, there was nothing to like about Central Park. Not even the vendors made things better. “Uhm.” What was she supposed to say? After crying herself to weeks for God knows how long, she’d gone back to her normal routine of school and swimming and eating pastries. Cleo started back down the path way they’d come from, hoping she could find her way out of the park from there. She made sure Mitch was following before she continued. “I… don’t know really, how long it’s been. I made excuses and stuff, and I think I would’ve been more of a wreck then I already was if I actually counted the days. You know?” Cleo shook her head, pulling a hand through her hair. Cleo left it at that, not quite sure how to explain the months he’d been gone.


notes; i was todes listening to 'mood rings' when i wrote this.
words; 312
outfit minus the bag & ear cuff, plus her promise ring

[mrbrightside]

I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASS
don't know how much time has passed
OH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER

The hug took Mitch by surprise. A good surprise, a welcomed surprise, but a surprise nonetheless. He hugged Cleo back, wanting to hold her for a little longer, but she pulled away. Mitch smiled at her embarrassment.

Now it was the fun time. Mitch was going to have to work hard to get back his reputation of causing chaos and generally being awesome. It took a long time to earn it, and an even shorter time to lose it all. Mitch hoped Jared and Garrett (well, maybe not Garrett) were up for some shenanigans. After Marnie berated Mitch for being gone so long, he would have to find Jared.

"Hey," Mitch grabbed Cleo's hand, spinning her around like a ballerina to face him. "I've got something to ask you." He smiled, knowing he would probably get in trouble for this. Being a genie was useful in some ways, Mitch thought as he reached into his pocket for the box. You could get anything you wanted in a moment's time. Mitch knelt down on one knee and looked up at Cleo. Who by this point was probably very confused.

"Cleo," He said, holding up the box and opening it. "Would you go on a date with me?"

Mitch was grinning evilly, holding a ring box up with only a rose bud inside. Hopefully, Cleo hadn't lost her sense of humor.

(TAG) anyone who cares
(WORDS) 229
(NOTES) Genie's Lamp, Cuffs, Under the Cuffs
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Where was the way out of this stupid park? She wanted to get back out on the busy sidewalks where she could hail a cab to take her somewhere safe and familiar. Like Gingey’s! They could go to Gingey’s. That would be totally perfect. A cream cheese brownie sounded so good right about now, anyway. Being lost always made her hungry. Especially for pastries. Cleo half-turned to face Mitch and to tell him of her suggestion, but he’d already started to say something. She was twirled around (wee!) to face him. Cleo stumbled a little, surprised. She’d never had good balance anyway; certainly not like Jacob’s, anyway. You didn’t really need balance underwater so maybe that was why she was so clumsy sometimes. She needed to go swimming again soon, too. The docks could be promising enough, despite New York’s chilly fall temperatures. Cleo blinked a few times, realizing just how off-track she’d gotten with her thoughts.

“Uhm, okay. What is it, hun?” Cleo hadn’t been this curious in awhile, or this confus—What was he doing!? Cleo took a tiny step back as Mitch kneeled down. What was he doing, what was he doing, what—“are you doing?” she half-squeaked, half-whispered. She could feel her cheeks burning. Okay, it was probably one of two things that had her freaking out so. It might have been that she was just so surprised and confused at this because, hello!, he’d just gotten back. Then again, it was probably actually her just freaking out because this meant commitment and she didn’t do commitment, not ever, that’s why she was such a stupid obnoxious flirt. Like, that’s what he was doing, right? It felt like her heart was pounding in her ears and she could hardly hear him. Cleo heard her name and it was as if that brought her crashing back down and his question just…

Cleo narrowed her eyes. Her body was working faster than her mind. Not only was she furious, she was embarrassed for having freaked out so much. It was as if her throat had closed up, so she really felt like she couldn’t say anything. Instead, she just turned sharply and stormed away. So uncalled for. So totally, completely, absolutely horrifyingly embarrassing. Her anger was sort of blinding her (how dare he! how dare he!) and so she was sort of venturing further into the park without realizing. That would certainly help with her mood once she realized where she was (or didn’t realize, either way).


notes; i was todes listening to 'mood rings' when i wrote this.
words; 419
outfit minus the bag & ear cuff,
plus her promise ring

[mrbrightside]

I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASS
don't know how much time has passed
OH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER

Cleo had totally lost her sense of humor. Mitch sighed, poofing the box away and following her. He kept his distance for long enough to let Cleo get herself completely and totally lost, as well as a bit more calmed down hopefully. Boy, Mitch really knew how to screw things up, didn't he?

"Cleo, come on." Mitch nearly whined at the girl. He'd just gotten out of the lamp and managed to piss her off, all in the same hour. "It was a joke." He sat down in the middle of the side walk, trying his best to look like a wounded puppy. Maybe he could take her to get something to eat, something sweet. That could do the trick.

Or he could just be sincere.

Probably the better option.

Mitch stood up quickly and caught up with Cleo, catching her by the arm. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry, Cleo." Mitch began, trying to avoid seeing the anger in her glare. He looked down towards the ground, working out the words that he should say. "It's been a long time, and I've just missed you."

(TAG) anyone who cares
(WORDS) 229
(NOTES) Genie's Lamp, Cuffs, Under the Cuffs
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution.