Don't Keep Your Guest Waiting - {Scarlett}

[Isaac Knockaert]

AND IF I HAD SOMETHING TO SAY, I'D WHISPER IT TO YOU SOFTLY,
kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me,
shiver on the roof, and see your face lit by s t a r l i g h t ,
HOLD YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT AND WATCH THAT COLORADO SUNRISE.
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[/b] he spoke into his phone quickly as he waited for the silent click on the other side of the line. Happy from just hearing the sound of his good friends voice over the phone, Isaac proceeded to finish cleaning up his bedroom. It was actually pretty tidy for once. All that was left to put away were two pairs of skate shoes, a couple of t-shirts on his bed, & his guitar. But he would leave that one out- he always did. His guitar was his most favourite, most precious possession. He sort of needed it to get through the day.

Humming softly to himself, & throwing the shoes into his closet quickly, Isaac nodded his head in satisfaction. Sweet. Nothing more to do but wait. So thinking quickly, Isaac made his way to his Guitar, strumming a few notes with his fingers. "She's such a hazy shade of scarlet..." he sang off of the top of his head. Hmm, he thought to himself. That could work.

Ever since Isaac had met Scarlett, he always thought there was something interesting about her. Something song-worthy. & since he did a lot of writing, he had always tried to come up with something, a song, to give to her. But she was just so interesting to him - there was just something about her that a song couldn't describe. "She's such a hazy shade of scarlet...." he sang once more. He didn't know where to go with the song next. Usually lyrics just poured out of his mind & out onto paper, out in notes. But not today, he guessed. Carefully placing his guitar back into it's case, Isaac jotted down the line he had so far into his notebook, leaving it opened on the floor of his bedroom in the attic.

Unsatisfied, Isaac made his way down the stairs and into the bathroom on the third floor of their house. He stared at himself in the mirror, still looking for some sort of inspiration to another line in the song. But it was no use. Giving up , Isaac proceeded down two more levels and into the kitchen. "Hey." he said blankly to his father. Adoptive father. You see, Isaac had never known his father his whole life. Hell, his mother didn't either. "Good afternoon, Junior." his father replied happily, flashing him a one-thousand dollar smile. Literally. Isaac's adoptive family always was out spending money on dental procedures and such. He'd still never forgive them for the headgear, but hey, it cured the huge gap and overbite he used to have. Embarassing.

"So what's my bud planning for today?" Isaac's father asked dramatically & loudly. That was one thing about Isaac's father. He was always so loud. "Dad, want to quiet down a bit? I'm right here." Isaac asked, not wanting his ears to fall off of his head. "Son, there ain't nothing wrong with dramatics. Now answer my question so I can 'quiet down' for ya, hm?"

Isaac sighed. "Scarlett's coming over in a bit."he said smiling slightly, trying to prepare himself for what his father said next. "Oh! Pretty little brunette, eh? Are you sure she ain't out of your league, son?" his father asked dramatically once again. Isaac stared. "Dad she's my friend. My friend." he said quietly, trying to dismiss the conversation. "I'm no idiot, son. I've seen the way your eyes sparkle when you see her." his dad said with a low tone, walking out of the room.

Ding! The doorball rang loudly. "Don't keep your guest waiting." Mr.Knockaert concluded. Isaac rolled his eyes at his dad and swiftly walked to the door, opening it with a smile. "Come in." he said warmly.

She's such a hazy shade of scarlet...[/blockquote]

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[Scarlett Masters]

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I AM HOLDING IT TOGETHER
i feel like everything is fine
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M OUT OF CONTROL
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Sometimes, Scarlett wondered if her family even knew she was there. They didn't eat meals together, they all had their own personal offices. They mine as well be a million miles away from each other. Most days, Scarlett stayed up in her room, reading some magazine or heading accross the hall where her father had given her a music studio. He had knowns he had wanted one, so he gave it to her to mess around with. "Scarlett," he would say, "The day you were born, your mother said that she wanted to give you an original name, and I thought of Scarlet. But that didn't have star quality, so your mother added a T. I suppose that's why you will be a star someday, that stupid T." The thought of her father made her ache for him and feel happy at the same moment.

This thought echoed through her brain as she hung up the phone to go see Isaac. At the moment, she didn't know who wanted to see the other more, or for that matter, who had invited whom over. She supposed she was blue for her parents together, and mixed with her that made her purple, which wasn't always her color. However, in light of that, she decided she was going to pain the recording studio purple in honor of being blue. It would happen the minute she got home. She even dialed the hardware store to have a nice royal purple delivered to their house. Then she texted Amy, the house maid, before heading out the door, she knew she had gotten that all done in a matter of minutes, but that was how things were in the Masters house. If you weren’t going fast, You weren’t going at all.

Instead of calling a cab, she decided to walk. She was in comfy shoes, probably the only of two pairs. She walked down the street, sliding her mother’s wedding ring up and down her right ring finger. It was the only thing she had insisted on having that wasn’t technically willed to her. She had wanted it. She remembered it always being a part of her mother, whether her outfit was made for white gold or not, she was in that ring. Scarlett couldn’t imagine taking it off now. She imagined when she got engaged; the person would just bend down, take her ring off one finger and put it on to her left hand. The thought made her smile a bit, as she looked around at people. Sometimes she felt sorry for people, especially considering the fact that her outfit was probably worth more than they made in two weeks. She tried to push this back. None of her brother’s cared that they wore Armani, why was she bothered with it?

Hitting Isaac’s street, she turned to look at his house. Sometimes she felt sorry for him. He was always being there for her to lend an ear. Not that she didn’t have millions of people who did that. Technically, Linderman was her best friend. However, he always had an…interesting perspective on things. He would just tell her to get drunk and have sex. Those were two things she never did. When she needed to feel happy, she went to Isaac, whose house didn’t smell like cleaning supplies and loneliness, unlike hers. She walked up to his stairs and stood at his door, hearing his father’s booming voice from within. Smiling, she rang the door bell. She couldn’t help but feel excited at the fact she was going to be hanging out at a place that didn’t have chefs making meals! The door opened, Isaac looking out at her. ”Come in.” She stepped into the household, looking around.

”Hey there, Saac! How are you?” Okay, she said Saac instead of Isaac, she felt it was pronounced like Zach, she couldn’t help it. Smiling as she felt enveloped in the room of a family. It felt great.

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[Isaac Knockaert]

AND IF I HAD SOMETHING TO SAY, I'D WHISPER IT TO YOU SOFTLY,
kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me,
shiver on the roof, and see your face lit by s t a r l i g h t ,
HOLD YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT AND WATCH THAT COLORADO SUNRISE.
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A smile crept onto Isaac's face as he heard the sweet, familiar voice call him Saac. "I'm great now." he muttered quietly, maybe not even loud enough for her to hear. "I'm great." he half repeated, louder this time, instinctively leaving out the 'now' part. You see, Isaac hadn't exactly told Scarlett that he was a tad bit in love with her yet. He knew he probably should, but he just wasn't ready yet. He didn't know if she was quite that ready to hear that coming from him, either. Isaac was her friend. A support. He didn't want to ruin what they had between each other by saying the wrong thing... even though he was extremely tempted at times. He would have to tell her sooner or later; but maybe later was best unless it sort of just - popped up.

"And how are you, Scarlett?" Isaac asked, opening his arms to embrace her tiny body. Tiny in comparison to his 6' body, anyways. He always loved her hugs. He pretty much loved every chance he had to hold her period. "Isaac! Why don't you fetch this beautiful young lady something to drink?!" boomed his dad's voice, 4 feet away from him. Thanks for ruining the moment, dad. "Dad, please? Thirsty Scar?" Isaac asked her politely. "Sorry about that, my dad just loves to rush greetings. Basically, he wants us upstairs and out from under his nose in less than thirty seconds." he muttered quietly for only her ears to hear, and smiling inches away from her beautiful face. Even though Scarlett had average brown eyes, they were nothing but. They were chocolatey. They were beautiful. He looked into her eyes quickly, then looked away.

"To my room?" Isaac asked, smiling. He knew that all his dad wanted was for him to get out of his site and entertain Scarlett, or he would himself. And that is definitely the last thing that he would want his poor friend to have to go through. Yikes. Gesturing for Scarlett to go before him, Isaac made his way up the brightly lit stairs of his family's modern home. They'd had it for a while, but it was always kept in great shape by his mother, who was always on his case about him keeping his room clean. He owed it to her, anyways. She took him in when his birth mother couldn't handle him. Quickly to get out of his dad's sight, they both continued to make their way until they reached the attic.

Yes the attic, but a nice one at that; a room to Isaac's self, though there were plenty of more empty rooms in his house. The attic just seemed to have a vibe about it, a serenity. It seemed to have inspiration.

And today, that was exactly what he needed.

"After you." he motioned to Scarlett once more, smiling slightly, only slight enough to dimple his cheeks. Isaac's room was a deep grey in colour, with all white IKEA furniture. It was his mom's idea, & he didn't ever seem to mind it. She was really into 'the modern look', & that was fine with him so long as he wouldn't have to sleep on a circular bed made of polar bear fur hanging from the ceiling. "Make yourself at home. You know..." Isaac said akwardly, suddenly looking at his notebook on the ground. Maybe she wouldn't notice?

Or maybe she would. It was Scarlett.[/blockquote]

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HOLD YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT AND WATCH THAT COLORADO SUNRISE.
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[Scarlett Masters]

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I AM HOLDING IT TOGETHER
i feel like everything is fine
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M OUT OF CONTROL
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"I'm great!" She gave him a big smile. Then she stepped forward. Her tiny frame barely fit his large one, but the hug felt good all the same. He was always great. THis was what she needed. A happy fix. He was always so happy. It made her feel good inside, and she knew he was the one to go see about all her troubles. She didn't even need to talk to him about her problems, she just needed a smile and it made her feel completely better. However, it definitely helped that his father was making her feel so welcome. She loved his huge voice, even if she was so near him. Saac looked like he was embarrased, and with his under-the-breath comment, all she could do was smile big. "Oh, I'm fine Mr. Knockeart. I had something to drink before I left, and I don't want to spill. I am a bit clumsy sometimes," She joked. She was pretty good at charming parents, it was a natural personality for her. She couldn't help it, but Mr Knockeart made it easy for her to do.

"Sure, let's head up!" She stated, a small smile and wave to his father as they left. She understood Saac being embarrassed, but honestly she wanted to tell him to enjoy it while he could. Sometimes, parents would never annoy you again, and that's when you wanted them the most. She felt a tug back to purple haze, and she pushed it away. She was here to feel better, not to dwell on everything that had gone wrong in the past few months. She would have fun, she decided so as she took the stairs up to the attic. She was glad his parents trusted him. Some people took one look at Scarlett and were like, 'She's too pretty to be innocent. She should never be in a boy's room. At least, that's the way parents saw it. However, she was never going to be like that. She just wasn't the type. She was glad, she loved Saac's room.

Walking in, she looked at his guitar. "This hasn't been out before! I didn't know you played, Saac. You have been holding out on me. Have I been talking too much. I should let you talk more. You need to talk more." She smiled and sat on his bed, picking up the guitar, strumming a few strings. "Come, now, let's go down to the Siren Song,"

[/b] She sang under her breath, her eyes downcast. Then her eyes caught something. A notebook was on the floor. She felt her eyes look up at him with a huge smile. It was exciting that he liked music too. "Wow, you make your own lyrics too? Wow, I want to see!" She flipped it open. She's such a hazy shade of scarlet. Another smile escaped her lips.

"Have you been writing a song about me? Wow, I have never had a song written about me. I guess that's why my mom named me scarlet. Let's see..." She strummed a few cards that might go along with his original song, not wanting him to think she was trying to change his melody. It didn't even occur to her that he was for a second thinking of anything but writing music. She added guys names to songs she wrote all the time as long as they helped. It was all about writing to her, not emotion sometimes. Naivety at it's best. "She's such a hazy shade of scarlet, she makes all the black lines disapear..." She crooned. Looking up at him and smiling, she tilted her head, "That sound good? I hope I'm not stepping on your toes..."

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[Isaac Knockaert]

AND IF I HAD SOMETHING TO SAY, I'D WHISPER IT TO YOU SOFTLY,
kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me,
shiver on the roof, and see your face lit by s t a r l i g h t ,
HOLD YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT AND WATCH THAT COLORADO SUNRISE.
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[/i] Mr.Knockaert boomed, staring both of the teens straight in the eyes, switching from one to another. He placed a hand on his son's shoulder like he meant business, looked him in the eyes, then removed it. "If Junior here acts like a fool, you tell me okay? And sweety, please, call me anything you want. Even Dad'll do. Hope my daughter turns out as beautiful as you, lovely." he chirped, admiring Scarlett & not afraid to let her now. Isaac smiled slightly. His dad sure did like Scarlett. "Go." Mr.Knockaert dismissed, making shooing gestures with his large hands, turning around swiftly, & quickly making his way out of the room. The teens both made their way up the stairs and to Saac's attic.

Saac laughed softly as Scarlett, once again, started one of her talking chains. She was really adorable sometimes. "Yeah," Isaac began, and watching her pick up his guitar, smiled and sat down next to her. He didn't know she played. "This is my favourite guitar, but I have 2 more. My uncle Rod collects them. Gives them to me to play. If I like them... I keep them." he explained happily, then looked over to Scarlett strumming some notes. She began to sing a pretty melody. Something about the Siren Song. He couldn't quite make it out, he was too busy daydreaming. All he knew was that she had a voice, & a beautiful one at that.

"Come now, let's go down to the Siren Song..."

Isaac sat there looking at her. He knew she sang, she had explained that to him an umpth amount of times... but he never realized that her voice would be that beautiful. Just as beautiful as it deserved to be. "Woah. Scar... you're amazing. Like really amazing... like Juilliard quality." he laugh-said quietly, slightly nervous that her hand was creeping towards his notebook. Oh no she'll see... Isaac thought to himself warrily. He didn't want her to feel creeped out, he didn't want to-

"Have you been writing a song about me? Wow, I have never had a song written about me. I guess that's why my mom named me scarlet. Let's see..."

Phew.

Isaac listened to her strum a few chords, similar to the ones that he himself had thought out during the beginning. She began to sing, only adding a line this time. Isaac smiled and looked at her intently as she sang & came to a stop. "You're perfect. I mean, uh, that was perfect. I mean that was really good." Isaac stuttered, making a perfect fool of himself. At this point, not exactly knowing what to do, he looked Scarlett in the eyes. "Okay, Scar..." he began, then looked down towards his knees. "I need to tell you something." he continued slowly, looking into her chocolate eyes quickly then looking back down. "But it's hard for me, because I'm not even sure I know how to say it. To you..." he stuttered nervously, like a little boy trying to tell his first crush that he thought she was pretty, or something of the like. Isaac paused for a while, not saying anything. "I can sing it to you." he said, finally, then looked back into her innocent eyes. Yes, he thought. He could.[/blockquote]



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[Scarlett Masters]

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I AM HOLDING IT TOGETHER
i feel like everything is fine
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M OUT OF CONTROL
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Scarlett was standing there as his father spoke, her entire heart aching for her own dad. Sure, he had been corporate and somewhat distant at some points in time, but he was her father no matter what. It made her depressed to even think about things like that. How was she supposed to live like that, a person without her parents. The closes she had come to family lately was making sure Finn was breathing this morning and putting an order for pancakes so that he could wake up and get to the office without a hangover. She knew that today had to be the one day he was going to go in the office, and she was sure that Will would be there. And the last thing she wanted was for them to get into an arugment about Finn's lack of professional person.

However, all of these feelings seemed to melt away with the sight of the guitar. She sort of liked that he was into the acoustic one. No self respecting friend liked an electric, especially if they were playing in their room. She had one in her room. Electric was reserved for when she was in her studio. Any other time, accoustic was the way to go for everything. She felt completely at home with a guitar in her hands. It sort of let the incident with dads downstairs go to the back of her mind. Why did something as simple as a guitar and a song could make her day completely better. She felt a slow peace wash over her as teh guitar did its work on her. Why was she so easy about everything around her.

Se gave a light laugh, looking up at him, knowing he was just being his normal, sweet self. She just shook her head. She knew she could carry a tune, but she was not Juliard material. "Don't kid yourself. This is just thousands of dollars stored into my voice and fingers to play some instruments. My parents loved that I was so interested in music. I'm kind of glad they did it though. I really love it. Doesn't it just make all the bad stuff go away? Even if I'm not that great, I can't help but like it!" She loved every second of what she was saying, and sharing it out loud did make her feel a bit better, if not a little bit silly. She felt open in this room all of the sudden. But she knew Saac didn't and wouldn't judge her on this stuff. He was such a good friend.

Saac seemed to be a bit flustered by her reading his lyrics. She felt somewhat guilty for that. She really didn't mind stepping on his toes at all. Smiling over at him at his offer, she handed over the guitar. "Be my guest, I really love it! I think it's good. One time I wrote a song about a sandwich. I guess whatever get's teh juices flowing, huh?" She really had no idea. Not even his awkward talking was getting to her. Scarlett was mostly off in her own little world, she coulnd't really help it.

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[Isaac Knockaert]

AND IF I HAD SOMETHING TO SAY, I'D WHISPER IT TO YOU SOFTLY,
kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me,
shiver on the roof, and see your face lit by s t a r l i g h t ,
HOLD YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT AND WATCH THAT COLORADO SUNRISE.
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[/i] to use your voice, but they couldn't change your voice if you never had one in the first place. Scarlett was just an extremely talented girl, as much as she might have hated to admit that. Isaac had gotten guitar lessons all his life, but figured out he could of just as well have taught himself. As for singing lessons, he had taken them when he was younger, but had pretty much stopped all together a few years ago. He wanted to experience everything for himself. He wanted to be able to learn from himself.

"It does make all the bad stuff go away .." Isaac replied to Scarlett with a smile, slightly dazed, then laughed at her sandwich comment. Blushing, Isaac looked towards Scarlett with an embarassed expression on his face. "O - o - ok." he said, taking the acoustic guitar from off of Scarlett's lap gently, treating her as if she were fragile but he knew she was strong. Flustered, he strummed a few notes on his guitar. "You're going to really have to sing me that sandwich song one day." he said, laughing lightly & running his left hand through his shaggy hair once. "Okay. I'll guess I'll sing you a song off of the top of my head .." he said, quickly thinking to himself then looking into Scarlett's chocolate brown eyes. "Ready?" he asked. "She's such a hazy shade of scarlet..." he began to sing, softly, making up lines on the spot.

"She makes all the black lines disappear. Her name's in big letters, shining, bright against the moonlight. My Scarlett, Scarlett don't you fear." he continued, looking into her eyes & smiling shyly. Isaac paused for a moment. "I just realized that that didn't exactly tell you what I wanted you to hear..." Isaac laughed to himself. "But I guess the song just isn't ready to tell you yet." he said, putting his guitar down onto the floor. "But I think I am." he said quietly. He wasn't sure if Scarlett was exactly ready to hear it yet, but he wanted her to. He had to tell her he loved her. He was her best friend, and he couldn't not tell her.

And now was the moment of truth. Flustered and nervous, Isaac put his head in his hands, thinking of the worst situations possible. Scarlett could look at him with a disgusted expression on his face and run out of his house. She could decide that Isaac loving her was completely disgusting and not worth her life and jump out his window. Isaac smiled slightly. Who was he kidding? Only himself. Scarlett was his friend, and she most definitely wouldn't jump out of his window. Isaac looked into Scarlett's eyes, and turned his body on his bed to face her completely. "Scar?" he asked. "I need to tell that," he said, choking on his own tongue. "I.. love you?" he said, blood rushing to cheeks. "And I have for a really long time. And.. it's really hard to tell you this because I don't want you to feel weird or anything. I just need you to know." he said quietly. "You're just so sweet, & beautiful to me, & just.. everything." he added, his cheeks probably the shade of a pomegranite. Isaac shifted his glance from down, to into her eyes. He had no idea how she'd take this..[/blockquote]



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[Scarlett Masters]

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I AM HOLDING IT TOGETHER
i feel like everything is fine
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M OUT OF CONTROL
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Scarlett couldn't help but feel herself blush a bit more. She gave him a nice and easy smile, even though it made her uncomfortable to talk about herself. She was somewhat shy abou teverything that she did well. It was weird to think about herself as a good singer. Her family wasn't much into recognition for everything. Her brother bought and created Masters Inc, and no one ever really said one thing about it, except 'let me buy some stock in that,' and 'okay.' "I am not that great. I can do a few chords here or there, but anyone can carry a tune if they try hard enough. I just do it well, I suppose. You are probably ten time sbetter than me. I bet if you sang I would be so jealous." She fiddled a bit more with the keys as she spoke, she supposed it was just a nervous habit, one of many! Smiling a bit at the thought, she strummed the keys once more.

Looking at him with a smile, she was glad that someone else had the same feelings about music that she did. However, he was getting more nervous by the second. It actually made her think of how nervous she got every Friday. She would always take at least fifteen minutes of freaking out before pulling out a song from no where in the end. It made her nervous, but it was a great feeling afterwards. "I am so ready, I am ready for you to blow me away, so get to it, Saacy!" She sat back, and listened to him play. He had a good voice, and the song was off the top of his head, which was pretty good. Not many could do that. She figured because he had incorporated her line. It made her feel good, and it made her think that the sandwich song could possibly be the worst song in the history of all songs ever created.

When he stopped, she raised a brow. She was about to tell him that it was a great song, but he seemed to want to say something else. She didn't say anything, but he was getting a bit flustered. She wanted to tell him that it was okay, he could tell her anything. It had to deal with her. She was almost worried he would tell her that he just felt she was too much of a downer for him. That would ruin the day that he was making so much better. Smiling at him reassuringly, she just held her breat as he stuttered through his speech. She didn't want to interrupt, but she wanted to say something.

Then it came out. He was in love with her? He was in love...with her??? How had she never known. She didn't even suspect. She thought they were just friends. She had never really thought about him like that. Not that she thought about a lot of guys like that. Scarlett had always believed that love would strike her down. That when she saw a guy, she would sort of know. Also, she sort of felt like when someone told her, she would know right then. She adored Saacy. She thought he was great. He made her day brighter, but would she actually say she was in love with him, completely, like he was with her?

Biting her lip, she looked at him, suddenly uncomfortable with him. "Saacy, you know I love you, your one of my best friends. That's what you mean...like friends? Because I love you too. You are so great, and you are so nice. You will make some girl happy someday." She was sort of hoping that he didn't mean it the way it sounded. It made her nervous to takl about such things. She bit her lip again, looking at him with nervous eyes.

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