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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 26, 2008 21:21:47 GMT -5
[/b]    brett paige kite ,dreams aren't what they used to be
some things sat by so carelessly[/center][/color]
you know what brett kite didn't do often? visit her older brother. and it was a strange thing; you know, how they're supposed to be really close and what not? well, brett hadn't talked to him in more then two weeks. not even one slightest bit of news from the boy, nope. and that was really ridiculous. i mean, what was she apparently, his next - door neighbor? they both had their separate lives, but talk between the two never hurt. she wouldn't even be aware if he had turned into a hardcore drug addict who was suffering from a mental illness the past couple weeks. right? ugh. so after making a quick trip to the starbucks near her apartment, she decided to give her old dear brother a visit. the past few days had been so boring and uneventful in her life, she had barely seen anybody. but she was trying to settle down and make a change, for once in her life.
brett already knew her way around brighton apartments, of course. she wasted no time in getting to apartment 030. the place was a bit small for her taste, but it was just jude. the two were very different in different ways. a few times before brett had tried to persuade him to move to a place a bit more luxurious, to say the very least. both being first class, they could, but he was so stubborn. brett skidded to a stop in front of his door, knocking on it three times. she figured she should actually knock now- to give him the chance of slamming the door in her face if avoiding her was the reason they hadn't kept in touch.
brett wiped a few strands of hair away from her face, the tiny five ' five female rocking back and fourth on her feet. "heyy judeeeee, don't make it baad," she giggled. his theme song sometimes just never got old. a few moments passed, and she started tapping her foot again. the female glanced down at her ballet flats. this wasen't her brother's usual behavior. she was suspecting something was up, and that something had the name 'jensen westley the annoying bitch' written all over it. great.
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Post by jude gregory kite on Jun 26, 2008 22:40:07 GMT -5
 `hey jude, don't make it bad.[/i] [/font][/color] click for clothes! Jude walked with an easy gait towards his dorm, a brown bag of groceries hoisted in one arm. Despite what some people thought, Jude actually did take care of himself. He tried to be as organized as possible. He wasn't, however, one of those uptight broods that had no time for anybody. He made sure he had time for the important things, like friends, family, and most importantly; Jensen. He was just one of those people that had a knack for timing. It was pretty much always on his side, and seldom came a time when he was late or running out of time. He wasn't uptight, as said before. He was actually one of those really laid-back and easy-going people that didn't make a huge deal out of anything at all. Still, somehow he always had near perfect timing with everything. Many people envied him for it. It was strange; he didn't really have to work super-hard like most people to be that way. It was just the way things always worked out for him. He was so laid-back about everything that you'd think he was a slacker. Jude Gregory Kite wasn't a slacker. He had a great handle on his future, and he was living every moment with the enjoyment of the present rather than worry of the future.
He unlocked his dorm when he reached the second flight. If he wanted, he would've lived in a mansion. A grand one, in the most expensive housing there was. But who needed all that space? It made him feel so lonely and out of place. Like something should be happening rather than being able to hear your own footsteps echoing down the empty halls. That wasn't an ideal life for Jude. Why waste extra space? His apartment was quite large, anyways. Two rooms, a bathroom, and a huge living room and kitchen. One room was his bedroom, and the other was his art studio, filled with tons of paint, pencils, charcoal, and a huge array of palettes, canvases, colorful papers, and photographs. Not to mention the huge mess in that room. To Jude, though, it was heavan. The very apple of his eye. Besides Jensen, of course. And his sister, Bett. Speaking of Brett, he hadn't seen her in a while. Two weeks to be exact. They barely spoke at all anymore, and it made the corners of his perfect lips tug downward. He should give her a call or something, because it had been far too long since they had spoken. Then again, they had their seperate lives, relationships, and ideas. Still, Jude loved her more than she could understand. If everything else failed, he'd go and visit her. Brett Paige Kite. His reckless, crazy, and infinately blunt sister. She had a rather difficult way of putting things, and it was Jude that saved her from all those sticky situations she got herself into. Still.. sometimes Jude needed the saving. When he was angry, he got out of hand. If Brett wasnt there, who knows what Jude would do.
Walking into his apartment, he shut the door behind him and walked through the spacious living room into the fair-sized kitchen to set the groceries on the counter. He sang quite with a loud voice as he began to take the items out of the bag. It wasn't as if his voice were horrible. His voice was something to stop and listen to, because it was absolutly gorgeous. "Fallin, yes I am fallin, and she keeps callin' me back again." he chuckled at himself, continuing the song as he worked away. He had bought the condements for his dinner that night. Spaghetti. He had grown quite fond of it after Jensen had had him order it at a resteraunt, and learned ot make it within the next few days. The sauce, the noodles, and the garlic bread to go with it. He had also bought some more dressing for the salad he would make later that night as well. It had already gotten pretty late, and he began to work, pouring the sauce into a pan and turning the stove to simmer. He had already put the noodles in to boil soft, and put the lid on the sauce after ten minutes, turning the stove down just a little so it wouldn't scald. He had also bought himself a chocolate bar. He took it out of the bag and was about to open it when he heard a couple of knocks at his door. He took a piece of the chocolate off and bit into it before going over to his door with that trademark easy gait of his, his shoulders swaying back and forth. It was actually pretty attractive.
He swallowed the chocolate and opened the door. Before he did, however, he heard her singing that song she always did. It was his favorite by the Beatles. He had, after all, been named after it. His puppy-dog eyes scanned over his visitor. Brett Paige Kite. Well speak of the devil. "Speak o' the devil." his thoughts were expressed through a flowing brittish accent. He leaned on the door, popping another small piece of chocolate in his mouth. "Come in." he said, motioning with the hand which held the chocolate bar, still in its ripped wrapper. His sister was no doubt, absolutely beautiful. Her perfect bow lips well proportioned with her sharp, button nose which was placed right in the middle of her face, leading up to fine brows. Beneath those were wide almond eyes, the same chocolate color as Jude's. Her skin was fair, contrasting nicely with the lush, brunette hair. It was a bit lighter than Jude's, because his looked almost black, but you could see the family resemblance he nodded at her, smirking. Once she had stepped in the apartment, he had set his chocolate down and gave her a big hug. He was taller than she was, being at 6 foot and her being at 5'5. "Good to see ya'," he commented after pulling away, his hands still on her shoulders and his eyes gazing into hers. "How've you been?" all the classic questions. Still; he hadn't seen his sister in over two weeks. It was about time they visited! He smiled, content and happy as he often was. Maybe she'd stay for dinner... [/center][/color][/size] |
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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 26, 2008 23:31:12 GMT -5
[/b] brett paige kite ,looking back at the sunset on eastside
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brett had never necessarily been 'needy'. she was a big girl, the big twenty one. she could take care of herself, sure, with her parents money. even as a little girl, brett loved to do things herself, without any help from anybody else. but that wasn't the case with her family and friends. she actually needed them there, or she'd be a huge trainwreck. not that wasen't one already. but they were always saving her from herself. she always made the worst desicions. some people learned from their mistakes, but brett just did the same thing over and over. but brett didn't let this get to her head. all she wanted out of life was some fun, and she didn't think it was too much to ask for, really. brett grinned as she heard jude singing 'i've just seen a face', shortly before opening the door. jude was so oldfashioned, just like his sister. the two had grown up listening to the beatles, with their mother being the typical hippie when she was young and naming her son jude, while she got stuck with boring old brett. ha ha.
speak o' the devil. "really?" she laughed. some people often found it strange that her brother had an accent, and she didn't. brett didn't see what was so different about it. she had had one for most of her life before she moved to the states, and in a few short years immediately lost it. it was hilarious watching his reaction when jude came to the US and found out how different brett sounded. but it didn't really matter. come in, brett obliged without hesitation and skipped inside the cozy old apartment she found so familiar, and sniffing the smell of spaghetti sauce coming from the kitchen. "that smells pretty good," she smiled, setting her bag down. it was nothing brett could accomplish. she burned everything, including water. it was sometimes a shame how much of a damsel in distress she was. but, i mean, when you had money, you didn't even need to know how to cook.
before she knew it she was being crushed into a bear hug. good to see ya, he spoke, and brett nodded in agreement. "good indeed. i almost thought you died or something," she joked, giving him a small nudge on the shoulder. the two looked so different, yet so alike. sometimes she felt tired looking up at people, since she was short compared to everyone. why did he have to be so tall? how've you been? he had said, his brown eyes boring into hers. brett stared thoughtfully. how had she been? bored. insignificant. wasted off her ass. so brett smiled and decided to give a satisfying enough answer. "pretty good, actually. my week has been boring, is all," she responded. "you? everything good with jensen?" brett couldn't go out of her way to hate a girl all the time, so it didn't matter. they would break up soon enough anyway, the same thing always happened.
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Post by jude gregory kite on Jun 27, 2008 1:08:10 GMT -5
`hey jude, don't make it bad. [/i] [/font][/color] When it came to family, it was of the up most importance that Jude was in touch and knew what was going on. He was very protective of Brett. When he came back to the states, she barely got a day to herself without him calling every hour to ask how she was doing. He had learned to be a little more slack, but he was still over-protective. One word that somebody was hurting her and the laid-back, smooth and easy-going guy you knew as Jude Gregory Kitewas was easily gone. Replaced was a vicious, hostile, and angry man stood in his place. Still, Brett could take care of herself most of the time. She was a big girl. When Jude had come from Liverpool, England to move to the States, he hadn't intended to stay. However, he fell in love with it. The excitement, the noise of the soul of the city, and the whole place in general. It was amazing to him how in love he was with the city. He liked it here, so he stayed. Another thing that surprised him besides falling in love with the city was Bret's accent.
She had thrown away her Liverpool accent right out the window and replaced it with this new American one. She had been in this place for so long it was no surprise to him after a while, but at first it was a little wierd. Brett was definately Brett, but with a wierd dialogue. Everybody else was interested in his own accent, but the only accent that concerned Jude was his sister's. He had gotten over it, though, and when he reminessed on it, it was quite humerous about his reaction to her new way of speaking. Jude always knew that Brett had a weaker accent than everybody else, hanging around her American friends all the time in Liverpool. It was sort of a shock, though, to hear it completely wiped out of her dialogue. Still, every once in a while it would slip and you'd hear that same accent that Jude had. On rare occasions, like her mind had forgotten that it had lost its catalysm for America's way of talking. Somehow Jude had a feeling that he'd never loose his. Not even a little bit. It was thick, strong, and he took pride in it. Besides, when he tried to do an American accent, it was hard to believe it was him. His voice got deeper, more gravelly, and it was a bit strange. Still, he did a killer impression.
Jude took interest in things like cooking and mechanics. He had a knack for things like that, just like he had an odd knack for getting timing right. Brett, on the other hand. It was odd how two people so different could be so close in blood relation. Brett was reckless, off time, and constantly rushing around and making bad decisions. Jude was reckless, on time, and taking his time gliding through life with a carefree spirit, always looking for the fun way of things. He'd have a drink every now and then, paint whenever, and run from the cops on occasions. Brett had a better control of her anger than Jude did. But while Brett was provoked easily, it took a while to get Jude even irritated. Still; when he got started, it was hard to slow him down. He started rushing about, throwing things around, gaining hostility towards even his closest friends. It was a difficult trait, but like I said; it took some time to get him going. When he did get going? Better steer clear. It was like when Sadie had died. It took a toll on both Brett and Jude; but Jude the hardest. He wanted to hurt himself, and he did. He did the best he could to seclude himself, numb and idle for more than a month until he got back into the swing of things, realizing how much it would mean to Sadie if he honored her rather than mourn her.
Sadie Prudence was an amazing person. She was sweet, reasonable, and the best out of them. While Brett had her own independance, Sadie was right there to hold her up. While Jude was trying to do his best to stay on top of things, Sadie was there to catch him when he fell. She had been the youngest, yet - Jude was convinced- the strongest out of all three children. Their parents had taken it hard as well; they locked up her room, put all of her old recording tapes away, and took away her seat at the table. They made it like she didn't even exist. Still, somehow her sweet fragrance remained forever in their home, and there was no denying that they couldn't pretend nothing happened. It wasn't doing Sadie any honor by just trying to forget about her. They had to remember all the great things she did, all the great things that she was. Not lock them away to be forever gone from their view, even though they all knew she was still in their hearts. Before Jude could convince them otherwise, they had sent him to New York for 'a few months' in his Junior year after around two years of numb discomposure and idle thoughts and actions. Brett went away just a month after the accident while Jude stayed behind until Junior year when his parents had finally convinced themselves that it was for the best, even though he had shown major signs of being himself once more. At first, Jude hated them for it. Why leave the place he loved the most? But when he got here, his intentional two months turned into a year.. and another.. before he had to stay. His heart was here now, and while England would always be there to comfort him, this was his home.
He looked back at that spirited pheonix in front of him. She was beautiful, and Jude was lucky to have a sister. He envied her for being so strong when Sadie had died while he was off hurting himself purposely, and being pathetic. That's what he was. Pathetic. But he had gotten over it, and it was all in the past. That's what mattered now. Jude touched the ring on his right ring finger. It was mainly there to comfort him, but it had a lot more meaning to that. One Christmas in the not so distant past, their parents had bought them each a ring. Jude's had a dragon on it, it's spiked nose touching the tip of it's long, scaley tail. Brett's had tons of hearts all over it, so simple yet so intricately designed. Sadie's had a beautiful floral design, scraped into the ring -as you could tell- ever so carefully by its creator. They were specially made for them, and each of the rings had their name on the inside where the metal was smooth. The were just metal bands, no thicker than half an inch; no diamonds or rubies placed on them. Just those beautiful designs and engraved names. They had been older, so they appreciated it. They were made a little big so that when they were older they would fit each of their fingers, and until they were old enough they put each of them on a thin metal chain to be worn around their necks. First, however, they swapped rings. Sort of like a family ritual saying that they had trust, love, and faith in each other forever. It had been their idea, and while each of them secretly didn't want to give up their wonderful rings, they did anyways. Jude got Sadie's florally designed one, Brett got Jude's dragons (much to her discontent at the time), and Sadie got Brett's hearts.
From then on they wore them around their neck until the day came when they were old enough to wear them on their fingers. Sadie's day, however, never came. She was killed before she could wear Brett's comfortably on her finger. She was buried with it, though, in honor of her blood relationship with the family. Jude wondered if Brett still wore his ring. He always wore his without fail, no matter what. The only time he took it off was for water things. Like showers and cleaning the dishes; which, by the way, he actually did do.... occasionally. He still wore the ring, touching it for comfort. It was like she was with him when he wore it. It was a symbol of Sadie, and he cherished it dearly.
His thoughts moved back to Brett, who was standing in his living room now. "I know, thank Evan for that. His mum taught me to make it." he smiled. "Have a piece of chocolate," he said, gesturing to the chocolate bar just begging to be eaten, sitting innocently on the counter in the middle of the kitchen. Jude couldn't eat that much chocolate at once, however. It was a once in a month thing for him. The one thing he couldn't stand, however, was PB&J. He never could stand that nasty concoction. Who ate peanut butter with jelly? Honestly. It made the bread all gooey and... soggy. He nearly shuddered at the thought of it. Moving towards the kitchen he motioned to the counter in the middle where he sat to eat most of the time even though he had table right next to the kitchen. "Go ahead and sit." Jude's kitchen was super-clean. He wasn't a neat freak most of the time, he just didn't like to be sloppy. He turned the stove done a little as the water boiled where the noodles were placed. "And you should stay for tea.. er.. dinner." It was commonly known as tea back in London. What did you expect? He stirred the sauce before turning it down some more. "I've got way too much, anyways." he smiled again, looking over his should and back at her for a minute before continuing to put the minor groceries he had. Once that was done with just a few minutes of his time, he sat down at the counter with Brett. She mentioned Jensen and Jude stiffened a little. He didn't mind (that much) that his sister and his girlfriend didn't get along. He was too laid back for that. "Their great. Saw er' today." he commented casually, leaning on the counter. He hoped this wasn't going anywhere with the whole Jensen thing. Brett knew better than that.. he hoped.
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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 27, 2008 20:55:54 GMT -5
   brett paige kite ,swimming through sick lullabies
choking on your alibis
it was no secret that the kite family had suffered a great deal of tragedy, especially in the last few years. it mostly had to do with brett and jude's deceased little sister, sadie prudence. it had taken a toll on everyone in the family; the house was never really the same again. she had been a lively and bubbly spirit, always putting a smile on everyone's faces. and without her there anymore, brett had felt like there was a hole in her heart, and she hadn't been the same for a while. but brett didn't spend all her time mourning, unlike jude. she knew there was nothing she could've done, and sadie was still there, somehow. she always would be. brett had moved on from the guilty feelings, she had always been strong. sadie prudence was also the reason brett had decided to move to america. although she loved england and everything about her hometown, she had decided it really was time to move on, and maybe discover a life she could've had in those years of mourning. jude, on the other hand, blamed it on himself. which brett found incredibly stupid. there was nothing he could've done either, and it wasn't worth beating himself up over it. she knew sadie was probably always on his mind. brett and her parents had always tried to make him happy, or happier, with whatever they could. it just never worked. that was why brett could never completely hate jensen westley; even if the girl was all types of wrong for the boy, she did make him happy, or at least brett thought she did. that was something she had never been able to accomplish, so she would let them be. for now, anyway.
the apartment was silent for a moment, and brett caught jude looking down at the ring on his finger. the stainless steel rings that had belonged to the three children from the kite family. brett didn't have her ring anymore. it was buried along with sadie. and when she heard about it, she didn't feel bothered at all. brett felt glad that at least her sister still had some part of her with her, even if she couldn't see it, or feel it. it was there. jude had gotten sadie's floral ring, and brett had received jude's dragons. sometimes she didn't even remember it was there, she had worn it for so long now. brett briefly wondered if he ever even took sadie's ring off. he lived with a constant weight on his shoulders which is kind of funny since, you know, his theme song. brett swayed from side to side, jude off in his own little world. so brett adjusted the headband set on her head and sat down at one of the stools at his kitchen. it was kind of funny how her feet didn't even touch the floor yet, though. sigh. sadie had always been the tall one in the whole bunch, even though she was younger, and that had always made brett feel a little.. underdeveloped.
a small giggle escaped her lips as jude came back to reality again and started speaking. i know, thank evan for that, his mum taught me how to make it. a small smile turned the corners of her lips up as she remembered the boy who was almost like family to the both of them. she hadn't heard much from him either, but she knew how a lot of girls were chasing after him. ha ha ha. have a piece of chocolate. brett's hazel eyes shot to the chocolate bar on the counter, cocking her head to the side. she was never one to eat that type of stuff. i mean, it was okay to let loose every once in a while and eat chocolate. like all those girls say lady godiva was their best friend. but brett was crazy, so she had to over analyze everything. brett took a piece from the hershey's bar and popped it into her mouth. and you should stay for tea.. er.. dinner. brett giggled. "okay, then. just you and us, like old times." at least, she thought it was the two of them. maybe jude had some unexpected visitor she didn't know about.
their great. saw 'er today. brett forced a grin, absentmindedly having another piece of chocolate. she didn't exactly know how to take those news. some part of her was happy for them, really. jude having someone to make him happy was more then she could ask for. but why did it have to be that girl? ugh. sometimes she just wanted to hit the boy over the head with a baseball bat. but, she wouldn't. brett couldn't find one. "that's great." she said sincerely, swaying her feet back and forth. then suddenly, a thought popped up in her head. "is she coming to dinner?" brett had always been a good actress, like her mum. it was in her genes. which is why outside, she seemed cool and collected right now, as if she didn't really care, with a grin on her face. but inside, brett was practically rolling her eyes and thinking about buying a baseball bat from across the street. she thought about leaving, but then, she'd like to get to more about how jude was doing. brett didn't want to be the third wheel, but it'd be pretty funny how much it would bother jensen. or maybe it wouldn't. her warm eyes glinted, and she smiled again. "it'd be nice to catch up with you guys."
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Post by jensen marie westley on Jun 27, 2008 22:09:07 GMT -5
 i can’t wait wanna see how this night is gonna be just a touch away from the feeling that is here to stay _________________________________________________________________
the busy new york streets were a never-ending source of entertainment for the young female. she just loved how unpredictable they were and how she could get lost for hours amongst the crowd while only a few blocks away from her apartment. when she wasn’t window shopping she liked to watch as the faces of others passed by and made up little life stories for those people as they passed by. today she noted an old, bolding man perhaps in his mid-fifties. he stood with a straight posture that displayed he was used to being in control. his wife would be a housewife, staying at home doing all the housework while he went to work everyday to bring in the family income. he’d have three children, two boys and a girl, all between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three. they all would have had the best education his money could pay for and be in degrees involving business, law and medicine. one or two of them might even be at waverly, she may have walked past one of them during one lunchtime or spoken to them briefly while trying to get past them in the busy corridors of school.
this moment, in the girl’s life was a rare one for she had nothing to rush to and, for once, she had the leisure of just being about to roam around and enjoy the sights that the city had to offer. of course she should head back to her apartment soon, find something in the fridge to make dinner with. or she could eat out, that was always an option. tonight however, she decided, she wanted a home cook meal. eyes wandered over the street, nothing catching her eye in shop windows for the first time in a while. obviously that was a sign she should head back to home, there was nothing left for her to do that day.
her pace was slow, relaxed in a manner that it hadn’t been for so long she couldn’t possibly recall when the last time she felt like this was. oh wait, that was a lie. she always felt like this when she was with jude. he had that calming affect on her, one look into his eyes and she was lost within those soft, brown eyes. a smile spread over face just at the thought of him. jensen wondered where he was at that moment, if he was at his apartment maybe she could give him a little surprise and drop by. she was sure he wouldn’t mind, it was her after all.
coming to the brighton apartments she checked the mail, seeing that they were just bills she shoved them carelessly into her purse. such matters could be dealt with another time – probably the next time she so happened to pick up that particular purse again and while out, she’d notice the bills and drop by a post office to pay them off with her card. climbing the stairs to apartment 031 she couldn’t help but notice a gorgeous smell around the hall. head turned to note where the smell came from strongest. apartment 030, jude’s apartment... and he was making spaghetti. it seemed every time she thought of him, he gave her another reason to adore him even more.
glancing at her own door, the shiny number 0 3 1 (she always kept them shiny because she adored things being shiny, not because they were clean that way but well... because they shone and she loved shiny things) glittering back at her, she bit her lip in the way she always did when considering things. currently in their fridge, from memory anyway and no one ever fully trust jensen’s memory, valarie and she had not bought anything other than yogurt, milk and fruit of recent. as for the pantry cereal, muesli bars or muffin mix didn’t really cut it for dinner. perhaps those facts would have been a good idea to consider while she had been walking home thinking about dinner. why did these things never cross her mind at the right time? however, it did come in handy as a reason to crash at jude’s for the night. maybe after eating they could curl up and watch a movie. smiling at the thought she made up her mind and believed that it was a decision she wouldn’t regret like so many others. if only she was a clairvoyant as she knocked on his door and could predict what was waiting for her within his apartment.
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Post by jude gregory kite on Jun 28, 2008 3:42:33 GMT -5
`hey jude, don't make it bad. [/i] [/font][/color] Once Sadie had passed, things were always a little wierd for Jude. Like a whole half of his heart had been torn of out his chest, and he had to live carefully so he could distribute enough blood for him to be able to breath correctly. It felt like his organs were failing, one by one, and he was suffering slowly with each one that failed him. He felt like it was his fault. It wasn't, course, but he'd always think it was. He had convinced himself so. Jude, Sadie, and Brett were all invited to different parties that night after their school formals. Brett's party was just a block away from their house, and she was best friends with the host. Sadie would have to get a ride from some of her 'older' friends. Jude wasn't very comfortable with the idea, and had offered to be late to his party in order to drive her safely to where she was going, and leave early to pick her up. Sadie, being the generous girl she was, just shook her head. "Tha's rubbish, tha' is. You go." she had told him in her chimey brittish accent.
Sadie Prudence had the strongest accent out of all three children. She had long, beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. Though her feature colors had been different, her facial structure was just the same as Jude and Brett's, square and well-proportioned with wide, deep optics that took in everything and everything. Jude's chocolatey browns looked at the world around him with art and color, imagination running away with him every time, and the ability to loose you so easily with one look into them. Brett's were a darker brown, filled with passion, excitemen. or anger that she couldn't hide with her acting abilities even if she tried. Sadie's eyes had been those type that gazed at everything with optimistic value, as if there were good in every single thing she could see. That's just how she was and had always been. That's how her memory would remain in their lives; as vivid and bright as she had been. Jude hung on to it dearly, afraid that it might fade or slip away from his grasp, like the ocean tide sweeping the sand away. The sand of Sadie's memories would forever stay on high and dry lands in Jude's mind. That way, it would never be in any danger of being swept away with the sea of life's heart ache. If only he had driven her... why didn't she know better? Did she know that her friend was drunk? She was smarter than that...
To be honest, if it weren't for the move to the states he'd probably find some other to wallow in pathetic self pity back home. It was, after all, his fault. No doubt about that, right Jude? Right. Old times.. ah, the old times. When everything was fine again. Sadie was alive, Brett had her accent, and Jude wasn't so caught up in trying to be Mr. Right. Yeah, old times. Brett looked oddly interested, but Jude saw right past it. She had always been looking for mischeif and tagged along with Jude whenever he had the urge to stir up some trouble; which was, without a doubt, often. He ran his fingers through the lush, dark brown curls and blinked the milky, chocolate eyes. To get caught up? What would Brett possibly want to get caught up on? Her hit list? Most likely. It was sort of difficult to deal with both of the hating each other, but you know how that goes. The classic gig. You had to deal with the good, the bad, and the ugly all at the same time. The stupid ruled out in most situations, however, and Jude had to deal with that as well.
He shook his head at her question. "Ah, nope." he said simply, looking out the window of his kitchen, straight ahead. "Not that I know o-" he was cut short by a knock at his door. His head swiveled around swiftly, a reaction that only meant total surprise. Then it hit him. He prayed that it was Evan. "Hold that thought." he slurred, not quite forming his words fully. So it sounded more like "Oldatought." it was a brittish thing. Jude got up, his easy gait leading him over to the door. He didn't bother using the peep whole and opened the door. To his both surprise and horror stood Jensen Marie Westley. Oh no. "Jensennn!" he dragged the 'n' so he sounded pleased. He was, he loved seeing his love whenever he could. However, this wasn't what you called the best time for her to show up. Especially with Brett here. "Come in.." he gestured helplessly. What else could he do? He couldn't just slam the door in her face and ask her to leave. He pecked her lips before moving to let her in. "I was just talking to Brett about our visit at Starbucks..." he involved her name to get the drama out of the way. Jude was an honest man, no doubt, but this was a little too close for comfort. "Uh.. you've met... before..." he trailed of, his voice smaller as he spoke. "Er.. better.. check... yeah..." he moved towards the stove, gesturing for Jen to sit down at the counter with Brett. He checked on the sauce, which was ready.
Within a few minutes he had the dishes ready, placing them on the table. They steamed, the sauce on top of each of a pile of noodles on three fancy plates. He had also placed a haf-glass of wine next to each plate. One for each of them. The auroma was almost irrisistable and was enough to drive you crazy. "Uh, dinner is served.." he swept his arm to the oak table and said his sentence in a quick manor before pulling both chairs out for each lady. This ought to be good, and he wasn't talking about the spaghetti.
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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 28, 2008 5:19:54 GMT -5
brett paige kite ,but it's just the price i pay
destiny is calling me.
brett could've sworn she was physchic or some shit. like, a sixth sense, or seeing into the future. because brett could've died from laughter when she heard a knock on the door, and as soon as jude opened the door, popped up jensen marie westley herself. oh, the poor girl had no idea what she was into. she almost felt bad for a second, but quickly got over it. this was a little too scary, though. "speak of the devil," and the devil shall appear, brett mumbled under her breath. it seemed the quote jude had used only moments before fit perfectly now. but then, she had to make this work. she just loved getting on people's last nerve, and this would be the perfect opportunity for just that. brett smiled sweetly at the couple, looking like an innocent brunette version of a barbie doll sitting right in jude's kitchen. being able to actually smile while withstanding the tension and awkward atmosphere in the room; damn. the girl really must have some acting skills up that designer sleeve. she gave jensen a small glance. you know, it'd be a lot easier to have some sort of dislike for her if she wasn't so beautiful. that much she could say. "hello," brett just wanted to say anything so this awful silence could dissapear already. her hazel eyes were glinting, watching as jude's voice faded and started fumbling around in the kitchen. it was so cute to see him nervous. as if he thought brett would actually try anything. hah.
brett didn't even notice when jensen had sat down next to her at the counter. she just continued playing oblivious, her eyes wandering the apartment. the place reminded her of her first apartment at new york city. even though her parents paid for most of her things, she had still had a little trouble finding a nice place around new york city. she hadn't even known anybody at the place, even though that had quickly changed. it was sort of obvious she just moved here or wasn't living here at all because of her accent, but soon months and months passed and that accent had quickly dissapeared. it was funny how the place you live in could affect you in general. but sooner or later, new york city began to feel like her real home. she would always love england, but that was in her past, and it had been time to start focusing on the present instead of, 'if i had stayed'. she had bought a very old victorian house in rowland heights now. it was huge, but it didn't really make sense. only she lived there, and the house was often so lonely and empty so she rarely ever spent any time there, except for those nights she threw parties and balls, and all of that good stuff.
brett's eyes snapped back to jude as he was setting plates of spaghetti at the oak dinner table. judging from the smell, it looked delicious and appetizing. even if she really did want to get that bat right now and hit him in the head for being a screwup, she didn't. the boy could really cook. she had tried to cook so many times before. toast, omelets, bacon. and yeah, she burned all of it. so brett had pretty much given up on that whole, 'cooking' thing. funny how two people could be so different yet related. brett bounced over to a chair jude had pulled out, and sat down, uttering a "thank you". brett smiled again, taking a small sip of the champagne. "so.." she said, trying to make at least a bit of conversation. she had never been really good at small talk, even though she always blurted out whatever was on her mind at the moment. "how have you been, jensen?" not like she was actually interested, but the girl was making some effort.
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Post by jensen marie westley on Jun 28, 2008 6:21:05 GMT -5
we can make it last forever baby our love will stand the test of time and in the middle of our world i’ll be waiting for you to be all mine _________________________________________________________________
rolling back on her heels a smile played on her lips as she waited for jude to open the door. listening carefully she could almost swear she heard voices from within, perhaps jude had the tv on or maybe evan was over? if it was just the tv, things would be fine. they could eat, choose a movie and spend the night together. she loved those moments when they could just be alone together, sharing each other’s company. they were moments when she didn’t have to worry about anything, moments when she knew she couldn’t do anything wrong and moments that she didn’t have any need to regret. if however, evan was there then things probably wouldn’t turn out like that. but they could still hang out, watch a movie, muck around. it would be fun. less cosy and loving but more exciting and full of laughter. either of the two options seemed like a good ending for her day. unfortunately for jensen, a third option of jude’s sister brett being over and an awkward night of playing nice did not cross her mind at all.
and then the door was pulled back and the frame filled with the image of her boyfriend, jude kite himself. the sight of his adorable self almost took her breath away. geez she’d never get over him and how perfect he always seemed. he spoke however and the breath returned to her, the way he said her name drew her out of her admiring trance. jensennnnn... but even she wasn’t silly enough not to realize something was a bit off in his greeting. did he always drag out her name like that? a questioning look replaced what was going to be excitement perhaps accompanied by an enthusiastic hug. usually jude was a little more... sincere in his pleasure when it came to seeing her. "well, it’s nice to see you too jude." nevertheless, she kept her voice perky and playful; perhaps he was just feeling a little off in that moment. he pecked her and welcomed her in but she just couldn’t shrug off the feeling that something was a little odd. however she leisurely made her way into his apartment before freezing half-way in, the words that jude had said about brett and starbucks barely registered in her mind. instead eyes fixed on the form of brett sitting at the kitchen counter, not the tv then... head turned to look back at jude, her smile faltering just that little bit. well, that explained it all now didn’t it?
collecting herself again, lips turned in what she hoped to appear to be a blissful smile as brett greeted her with a simple hello. jensen unwilling to use her own vocals to break the still silence just yet; not in any way to spit the other kite but because jensen just couldn’t trust herself to say anything right. moving over to the couch she dropped her purse on it and followed jude into the kitchen, taking his hint and placed herself on the seat next to brett. the sound of his voice eased her a little. his nervousness amusing her ever so slightly; it would have amused her more where it not for the situation he was nervous about. jensen decided to keep her mouth shut for the moment for she wasn’t sure she could trust her voice to sound natural. while the other brunette chose to ignore her presence, jensen decided not to push it in anyway. instead she opted to watch as jude moved about preparing dinner. not even the gorgeous smells of dinner could calm the discomfort that had settled within her about having to do this little dinner thing with brett. sure, the two girls really should be able to get along a bit better. one would think their love for jude would give them something to bond over but that just wasn’t to be the case.
a plate of spaghetti was placed before her followed by the half-glass of wine. gosh she wished he’d filled it up with vodka instead, might have helped her loosen up a little. it was so strange, only five minutes ago jensen felt like she was on top of the world and enjoying life in a carefree manner. now she was rather up-tight and unsure of herself. how brett managed to have this kind of affect on jensen it was not known, it just happened. perhaps somewhere deep down, jensen really did want jude’s family to be at least the slightest bit fond of her. the whole family feud idea just didn’t sit well with the honey brunette. "dinner looks fabulous jude." somehow she managed to squeeze those three words out, a pleasant smile flashed over in her boyfriend’s direction. waiting a while she watched as brett took a sip of her drink, jensen herself was itching to down her entire serving of wine all at once but she refrained as best she could. "i’ve been pretty good actually. got a dog but i won’t bore you with details." vision darted over to jude a moment before sliding slowly to brett, making sure that her expression didn’t display any of the discomfort she felt inside. it was a rather useless fact to bring up but she felt like it was time to say something. she couldn’t remain mute for the entire durance of their little dinner meeting. "and you brett? how have you been?" she may as well continue the conversation on. jensen, honestly wanted to take in one deep breath so that she could fully come to terms with what was going on. if only she had known about this earlier, then she could at least have prepared herself and not had any cute ideas of what she and jude could spend their evening doing snuggled up in front of the tv with a movie on, maybe some ice cream.
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Post by jude gregory kite on Jun 29, 2008 21:53:39 GMT -5
`hey jude, don't make it bad. [/i] [/font][/color] It wasn't that he didn't love them both, and it definately wasn't that he didn't love them both in their own way. But sometimes Jude just wished they would shut up and stop pretending. If you didn't like somebody, you couldn't hide it. Especially if you were either Brett Kite or Jensen Westley. Seeing them both doing something other than spewing comments or insults was quite irritating as well as odd. Things were always shaping up to be pretty odd; especially in situations like these when Jude wished he didn't have to even feel like he was neglecting two of the most amazing people in his life. He poked at his spaghetti, twirling it around in his fork and leaning forward with his arms resting on the table. Right now, manors didn't really matter. It was strange how easily irritated these two could make him when they were together, and how easy each of them could make him happy when they were a part. It was like an equation Jude was trying to solve. Jensen plus Brett just didn't equal out to anything but trouble no matter how hard he tried to substitute variables hate and enemies. Replacing them with friendship and happiness was simply out of the question, and when he had tried this; the answer only ended up being awkward.
He looked at both of them, Jensen sitting next to him and Brett sitting across from him. At least they were making an attempt to not completely drive him up a tree. He nodded at Jensen when she complimented his dinner, but couldn't find the words to thank her. He was afraid that one little phrase would turn this whole thing to hell. Everything had to be perfectly balanced, or everything would fall right down, down, down. Oh, man, this was going to be a long dinner. Jensen spoke about her dog, Ben. It reminded Jude of the bracelet he had given Jensen. He looked over and it was resting happily on her left wrist. His eyes flicked to Brett's finger, where his dragon ring was. He took a deep breath and took a small bite of his spaghetti. Jude, however, was much too distracted to enjoy the italian taste of one of his favorite discoveries in America. America, ah yes. This place. His heart had been stolen by this place. He wasn't so miffed about it, however. Especially since the one who had stolen it was sitting right next to him. He couldn't blame himself. She looked absolutely stunning.
Jensen? If you were bold enough, you'd ask Jude why he would've chosen her over the other girls who were so after him all the time. She was, after all, the very definition of opposite for Jude. Unless you were counting Brett, that is. You see, it wasn't Jensen's beauty that was the main reason he had fallen for her so easily. It was the way she moved. Something in the way she moved made him fall head over heels; melt; turn to goo; whatever you wanted to call it. It was something about her that he just couldn't explain. Something that made him want to jump on top of the tallest building in New York and scream at the top of his lungs that he absolutely loved her. Adored her. Lived for her. It sickened Jude that it sickened Brett. Why couldn't she just be happy that he was happy? She had dated that stupid bastard, Braxton. He had let it play out after she had explained how much he meant to her. Jude had decided that Brett had to live for herself. Jude couldn't do it for her. Brett wanted him to just leave her alone completely sometimes. But that's what had gotten Sadie killed.
Suppose Jude hadn't fallen so in love with Jensen. Suppose he never ever saw her. Suppose he kept on singing love songs, just to break his own fall. And oh boy, did Jude fall. Right into the lap of Jensen Westley. If he hadn't met her, he probably would have been back in Liverpool by now. Even if he did love it here, it wasn't enough to suffice. He missed his home dearly, but he would miss it where he was now. With Jensen, and in love. Sometimes Jude didn't know what to do. Sometimes it broke his heart to find that he was doubting that he loved Jensen. He had never been so in love in his life, so how could he be so sure that he was? He meanded his heart knowing that he just did. It was one of those feelings you couldn't explain with as many words or actions as you tried to. It something that just was. That was the beauty of love, and that was the beauty of Jensen and Jude's relationship. They just knew.
Brett and Jensen were talking between each other, and he didn't really have any place to say anything so he just looked at them both, sipping his wine once before eating another small bite of his spaghetti. He evaluated his situation carefully, wondering how in the world he had gotten himself into the predicament. So here Jude was sitting, with two amazing ladies. Both of which he loved more than he could express. Both in which hated each other. Brett was, after all, the opposite of Jude. And Jensen loved Jude (or so he hoped). So that would explain it. But couldn't they at least tolerate each other? That's what they were doing now, but how long would it last? Probably not very. Jude was waiting for somebody to perform with before Jensen came along. And now he had her. Couldn't Brett accept that? He was surprised at how bitterly he was disliking his little sister right about now. It wasn't like him to resent things, or even have bad feelings towards. That's what love did to you, sometimes. Though this night was going to be long, Jude hoped that it wouldn't become a bad memory. Who knows how Jude would react if they started up... He looked at both of them, sipping at his wine for a minute. Oh, how he hoped this night would be over soon.
ooc: alright. so i think what should happen is that jensen and brett start to argue for like, two replies more done by each of us, and then on jude's second reply, he sort of looses it, tells them off a bit, asks them not to let the door hit them on the way out, throws down his napkin, and then leaves to his art room. dundundunnn. what do you guys think?
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Post by brett paige kite on Jul 7, 2008 0:39:21 GMT -5
brett paige kite ,she puts the weights into my little heart
and she gets in my room and she takes it apart.
there was such an awkward atmosphere at the table. it was almost becoming painful to be here. brett knew both of the people at the table wanted nothing more then for her to leave. or in jude's case, stop pretending to be actually care for jensen. but brett decided to play oblivious, that small smile still plastered on her face, but there was something a little off in the way her eyes glinted. it was no secret she was up to something, but it was also no secret that she never wasn't, either. silence took over for a few minutes, as brett eyed the spaghetti on her plate. she wasn't a big fan of eating. but perhaps she could, like a normal person would. brett scooped some up on her fork and popped it in her mouth before swallowing. "the food's delicious, jude," she complimented, just to break the awkward silence that was engulfing them. she would actually say anything at this point, but the silence in her ears was so annoying. it was like some buzzing in her ear even if there was no sound at all except the clinking of forks against the plates. her attention was turned back to jensen when she spoke. i’ve been pretty good actually. got a dog but i won’t bore you with details. brett cocked her head, smiling the sweetest smile she could muster. and you, brett? how have you been? brett let a small sigh slip past her lips, even though she didn't meant it too. things in her world weren't working out too well, but she would deal. brett just had a good way of masking everything that was truely bothering her, even though she sometimes thought jude saw past all her little lies and to what was really going on. "i've been pretty good, thanks," she said, picking up the glass of wine and taking a sip.
a glance was thrown her brother's way. he was just sitting there, eating, not really bothering to say a word. it was pretty frustrating. a million insults were probably going through his head, just waiting for the right moment. brett took a deep breath, putting a small forkful of spaghetti into her mouth. brett's eyes wandered from her manicured nails, to jude, and then to jensen. something was a little off about the girl. the girl was beautiful, sure.. but she was a little too thin. granted, brett could say the same thing about herself, but she wasn't really in the mood to pick apart the things wrong about her at the moment. she did enough of that every other minute of the day. even if the girl received quite a bit of compliments, brett could never feel beautiful. the confidence she held herself with was nothing but false. so, naturally, brett had to come up with some bitchy remark when she noticed the girl hadn't touched her plate of food yet. "you should eat, darling, it looks like your starving yourself." even when brett was 'mean', she had that sweet voice that made it sound like she really had no idea her statement could be offensive.
brett offered up a fake smile, swallowing another bite of spaghetti before gently letting her fork rest on the plate in front of her. she was done pretending to be nice, she was done pretending she actually had an appetite. to be honest, brett didn't have much of an idea why she despised jensen westley. sure, there were a ton of reasons.. but not for her to actually loath her. but we are speaking of brett kite after all, you can't expect anything else. part of the reason was just jealousy. it made her sick looking at jude and jensen together. not because of her overprotective ways, even though that was certainly part of it. more because her brother already found someone to care for in his life. someone that made him happy. someone that he loved. and it made brett so sad that people like jude, who had lost everything, could still be open to love. while brett, who had lost practically nothing, could not.
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Post by jensen marie westley on Jul 15, 2008 23:53:06 GMT -5
we're walking on sunshine in the middle of the night and it feels like i'm somewhere above the sky take my hand and close your eyes _________________________________________________________________
this had to be one of the worst triangles to ever grace a relationship. boyfriend, girlfriend and boyfriend’s little sister of whom he adored completely and unconditionally. it could only be topped by a triangle involving a parent of whom was loved without limit. right now, all jensen westley wanted to do was walk out of the room and take a few deep breathes before returning to continue through the evening. that was, if she didn’t walk out of the room and just keep walking. her only consolation was that there was a glass of wine right in front of her available for her to nurse throughout the rest of the night. and perhaps, if she finished the glass a little earlier than she expected, jude might be nice enough to give her a refill without her requesting one. glancing over at her boyfriend, she took in his posture and his silence. things would have been so different if tonight had just been about them... things probably would have been much different for himself and brett as well, if she hadn’t rocked up on his doorstep.
one of the most insincere smiles was given in response to brett’s reply to her question. it had once been a pet peeve of jensen’s; people asking how she was when they quite clearly couldn’t care less and showed it by hardly taking any interest in her answer. sad thing was, she was one of those people so she had to stop getting annoyed at other people for doing it to her. people in glass houses and all. but hey, being a hypocrite was in human nature; parents did it all the time to their children. jensen had nothing more to say seeing as the conversation had kinda been shut down by brett’s pretty boring response. picking up her fork and twirling it around in her hand a moment, jensen considered her options. though she didn’t really have any options when it came down to it, none that she’d think about and actually settle on an outcome anyway. so instead, she began eating her food. dragging it out a little perhaps so that she didn’t run out of things to keep her occupied. but she needn’t have bothered, with brett in the room something was bound to happen to rock the boat a little, so the speak.
the remark brett had made should not have come as a surprise. in truth, it didn’t really surprise jensen as much as the younger kite’s earlier lukewarm greeting had. after all, since seeing the other girl sitting in jude’s kitchen she had been prepping herself for something of the like to come from brett’s mouth. perhaps a better way to describe jensen’s immediate response was a touch of disbelief mixed with a generous amount of irritation. the irritation coming from how sweet the other brunette spoke, sugar coating the words that should have been said with a more malice intent. eyes narrowed ever so slightly in the other girl’s direction. now the honey brunette had to watch how she responded to brett’s remark, one wrong move and there’d be more than just a little trouble. "funny i was about to say the same to you. you must remember that food is not your enemy so i do think you could use a little of those carbs in you, don’t you agree?" ok, not the best comeback but jensen had not come in the mood to snipe at someone else or to be insulted. if she had, she would have gone out of her way to look for the one and only brett kite.
if there was one thing jensen wasn’t worried about, it was her weight. whether it was her being too fat or too thin she didn’t find she had a problem with it. she wasn’t a size zero or minus one or whatever ridiculous new sizes they had created for the hollywood starlets, and she was happy that way. an average size two, four at times, was fine by her. one could suppose that the main reason jensen didn’t bother about weight was because the girl was too worried about making a stupid decisions and screwing up the life she had somehow been blessed with. miss westley had absolutely no confidence in her own mind and decision making skills. so in a way, one could generalise that every girl had a confidence problem but, one could also argue, that no one should ever been content with themselves because that would leave no room for improvement and hence would suggest perfection. in reality there was no such thing a perfection therefore, in a roundabout way, there was no such thing a complete confidence in oneself.
there was a moment of silence where everything seemed to stand still. gaze followed the movements of the snapping bxtch that sat across from her. oh, she did adore jude with all the heart she was aware she had but why did it have to be this hard? she and jude had a great relationship going, it would have been absolutely near perfect if she could just get along with his family and those jude held close in his life. since they’d started getting ‘serious’ jensen had made an effort with all those other people in jude’s life but brett left her between a stone wall and a hard place. "thought you said the food was delicious brett. not going to stay and finish it all? or is it going to go to waste either way? how kind of you." the words slipped out before she could stop them when brett put her fork down. jensen westley was not usually a horrible person by trade but she had experience as one among groups of bxtchy girls back in maine. back then she’d observed and stood back while letting the other girls do the fighting, jensen was just one to go for the parties and the fun. but that didn’t mean bxtch didn’t rub off on her.
lips pinched together as she realized how mean she must have sounded. although her voice had been kept light and the smile hadn’t faded, only turned sour, the biting tone could not be missed in her words. she had tried to nurse the wine and drink it at a regular pace but screw that idea. she needed something to calm herself down a little. picking up the glass she drank pretty much everything that had been given to her, minus the small sip or two she had had earlier, without resurfacing from the glass for air. ok, so some habits (such as drug use) died, others couldn’t be murdered (shopping) and the rest lay dormant waiting to surface (alcohol). she couldn’t help it, habits were a part of her as much as spontaneous, impulsive behaviour was. it was either what was already known or something completely new with jensen; always would be. eyes fell on the spaghetti before her, it had tasted so good before... she forced herself to take another forkful before feeling like she’d totally lost touch. two more bites later, she also gave up on her food and set her fork down, tempted to leave. the damage was done after all, and there was very little she could say to resurrect the situation. to be quite honest, jensen didn’t really want to go back to the awkwardly accepting silence that was surrounding them earlier. however, she couldn’t leave. it would have been far too rude to turn up unannounced like this and just leave because of another guest. this was going to be one long, agonising night. if they lasted the night that was...
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Post by jude gregory kite on Jul 22, 2008 0:07:09 GMT -5
`hey jude, don't make it bad. [/i] [/font][/color] Jude knew as well as anybody that some people just didn't get along. Take him and Heath for example. You could leave them in a room together for two days straight and they'd probably kill each other before they said one nice thing to one another. Scratch that... Jude would either ignore him or try to figure out what kind of sick, twisted idiot would try to do the impossible. Mother nature never intended people like Heath and Jude to get along. They simply had different morals and respects to consider. Jude thought back to his sister, Brett. Though he never, ever, ever in a million years wanted to admit it, he knew - just like everyone else - that there was something brewing between Brett and Heath. If he did anything to hurt her...
Come to think of it, Brett would probably be the one to lock them in the same room for two days. She'd probably find it amusing. Jude simpy didn't understand why Brett just couldn't at least pretend to get along with Jensen... (not that Jude tried to get along with Heath or anything). That was beside the point. They needed to get through this dinner in one piece. On the other hand, there was Jensen, who wasn't exactly helping the situation along either.
The comments flew acros the table, cutting through Jude like a couple of knives. You know, no big deal at all. Just leave him there to bleed to death, he'll be just fine. You know, no big deal. Brett shot them first. Jude's eyes shifted back and forth between the two, his jawas moving only to chew up his spaghetti. No way was he going to say anything in this matter. all he could think about was how stupid he was to think that these might just go through smoothely. Seriously, Jude, what were you thinking? Did you honestly expect them to think of anything other than themselves? To be honest, he expected a little more from at least Jensen. It sort of.... hurt.
Another comment ripped through the tense air. was it really so hard to ask for peace? Just this once, maybe they could've got along. He had made them dinner, after all. It would've been nice to sit down and get along. Laughing and talking amongst each other about life's situation.... going home with smiles, hugs, and warm 'until-next-time's. That's how he had pictured it. . that's how it should've been. But it wasn't. what was this, anyways? Insults about eating disorders? The more Jude thought about it the more his anger built inside of him. He had fixed this nice idnner for them to enjoy, and all they could do was insult each other about being skinny? Bloody hell. Jude had every right to be abslolutely furious. But, seeing as he wasn't anywhere near as short-tempered as say... maybe Jen's brother, Jude just sipped on his wine and tried to calm his mind, twirling his spaghetti noodles around on the shiny silver tines of the fork he held. It was a nice piece of silverware, the kind you only took out for special occasions. This occasion was probably his funeral... yes, that was probably it.
So now what? Neither of them had really even touched their food. Brett had taken a huge bite just to spite Jensen. HJude held back from saying anything. If he did, he'd probably just loose it. Laid-back british hottie loosing it? Unimaginable, right? On any other occasion, maybe, but they were deeply hurting him. If Jude knew anything at all about love, it was that it hurt... Loads. Had he been somebody else, maybe he would've been long gone by now. Maybe he would've found it amusing, or maybe he would've just avoided the whole dinner and just dismissed Jensen. He was, however, Jude Gregory Kite. The infamous british sweetheart who could have pretty mucha nybody he wanted if he pleased. The one who had a knack for timing, and a shoulder to cry on. The romantic charmer who's heart might just be much to naive to fully accept the fact that Jensen and Brett simply hated each other.
The last comment represented the last straw Jude had left to offer. The very last one. Now that was saying something, but Jude was hurt. Cut deeply and relentlessly. this situation was beyond salvation. Without much warning, Jude slammed his fork down on the table, his tall frame moving swiftly to stand. The chair made a scooting sound behind him and the table shook just a little. His eyes darkened, and they darted back and forth between the two girls who didn't even know what they did. Somehow, love and hate co-existed within his feelings for both of them. He shook his head slightly after a moment or two, staring down the bottle of Wine on the table and avoiding eye contact for the time being. This was stupid. Dumb. Idiotic. Moronic. Whatever you wanted to call it, this situation fit the definition. He averted his gaze back to the two, darting back and forth again between Jen and Brett. Jude's face was twisted into a cross between hurt and angry, an expression only achieved when the feelings were honest. You couldn't fake this.
"You can't just.. get along." he was angry. Mad. Furious. Everything. All the things he tried to push down were coming back up. "Can you not think of yourselves just this once, dammit?" his eyes were somewhat expectant, his expression the same. His gaze alternated between the two - something he seemed to be doing a lot of - again before giving a sarcastic smile, his features softening. Not out of sorrow, but out of the thought 'what the heck are you thinking, Jude?' because quite frankly, he knew that the was going no where. His head swiveled up towards the door of his art room, shaking agin as if in disbelief. But he believed it. He knew it. This was more of a disappointment type of thing. They stared at him blankly, their faces expressionless. He snorted, giving a simple 'hah' and looking down at the table, another sarcastic smile plastered to his face. "Bloody hell."
Jude's eyes went back to his door and he nodded, his face went neutral and he started to move towards the door. "Don't let the door hit your bums on the way out." he looked over his shoulder only slightly, not looking at either of them, just to say that last bit. He slammed the door loudly and locked it behind him.
He sat in a chair, his hands finding their way over his tired face as he let out a long breath. What a mess. Why Brett and Jensen didn't get along was a mystery to Jude. Mostly because he simply didn't like accepting the harsh reality of everything. It was a mystery to some and more apparent to others. It al depended on the situation. Take Jude and Tyson for example... their friendship was very complicated just because of a certain Heath Farro. Then you could look at Cadnece and Jennifer's relationshipn. Cady just ocudn't stand people like her, and that was that. Then... you looked at Brett and Jensen's enemie-ship. There was absolutely no good, plausible reason for it. Then again, Jude knew as well as anybody that some people just didn't get along....
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