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[indent][indent][indent][color=lightgray]Jasper Fray had always been a simple man with simple tastes. Whiskey. Cigarette smoke. Worn out books. Leather. Beautiful people. Pretty words. It was no surprise that he would try and spend as much time surrounded by these things as he could over Christmas break, as well as any other time. 

Over the last few months, Jasper had been focusing mainly on keeping up his grades so that he could get accepted into the colleges he wanted. The main dream was Juilliard. It had always been Juilliard. No matter how much he smoked, drank, or wrote, Juilliard had always been his one true love. Rather his application would be accepted or not, he didn’t know. What he [i]did[/i] know was that he could play the piano. He could compose music. He [i][b][liked[/b][/i] writing his music, and wanted to spend the rest of his life doing that. 

Sitting on the beach, looking up at the stars, Jasper found himself coming to the conclusion that he didn’t want to stay in Palm Beach his whole life. It was eighty degrees in December, for fucks sake. He wanted to see snow again. He did have friends here, and some family. But what was really keeping him here? 

Nothing. No one. 

The one person who he would consider staying for was caught up in someone else, and while Jasper didn’t care to interfere, it also sucked to a certain degree. 

He opened his leather bound journal, taking another drag from his cigarette. Listening to the waves crashing on the beach, the young man began to write.  

Maybe this wasn’t the worst way to spend Christmas.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]