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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 8, 2008 0:42:49 GMT -5
your body's cold, but girl we're gettin' so warm; Alex was enjoying himself, and it was amazing when it was with her. Her head suddenly was bashed up against his chest, and he was caught off guard. He looked down at her, snaking his arms around her back. He felt the lacy straps of her bra and couldn't help but bite down a smile. She was so gorgeous, and pressed right up against him. No... He responded softly. He wanted to know what she was thinking. Like if she planned on staying with him after this? Or would they be just little fuck buddies like in the movie?. He wouldn't be able to stand that, especially since his virginity was still hanging on a string. He also wanted to see in the future, to see how things would end up if he turned her down right now. Pity really, a gorgeous Frenchie. He wouldn't do such a thing. She stood up, her dress just... falling off of her, down to her ankles they went. He looked up at her, blushing a deep red, and resting his palm on his folded up knee. His chest was bare now, like beofre, and he looked down at his crumpled up tee by her ankle, trying not to look her up and down. It would be so rude, and he didn't want to loose that part of her. I'm okay with this... if you are. He said, stopping afterward to think about what he'd said, and pondering on whether it was the truth or not. We can't change, He interrupted, before she could claim his lips once more. after this... He said softly, dropping his head then touching her arm and letting himself be kissed. He slid back over her, his hands scaling her chilled body. She didn't feel extrmely warm like he felt, she felt cool; like she needed blankets. He pressed his skin against hers, hopefully warming her in the least.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 8, 2008 1:23:38 GMT -5
She's Break You Down Darlin, Watch yourself
This guy was screaming kindless left and right. She didn't want to reject him, she wanted him -- bad. And it wasn't like Jay, her fuck buddy or anything like that. She had feelings for Alex whether or not she would admit them. Her and the "other guys" were just like... friends. But the kind of friends that have sex. The best kind of friendship in her own opinion. She was feeling so terrible about this all.
We can't change, after this... She continued kissing him, seeing if she could do this. She felt him press up against her and moaned softly before reaching down and started to un do his pants and slide them off, she then arched her back again undoing her bra and throwing it to the side, pushing her chest against him again. She tried not to think about how Alex might not want to do this, buy guilt built up again. God it was like she was making some kind of habit out of this. She shook her head and got up again. I can't do this Alex. All of her head felt clouded, she just wanted to protect him NOT hurt him. This isn't fair on you. She smiled a little before sighing a little and looking out towards the window. It was dark, how late was it, 10? She wasn't even tired, she would still be up by now anyway. Probably in bed watching Real World or on the computer. Something like that. But instead she was here rejecting a really nice boy.
It's not you Alex. You're sexy and sweet, but that's the thing. You're sweet, and I'm not. I don't want to end up hurting you in the end. I don't want to take advantage of you. I have fuck buddies, Alex. But that's all they are. Fuck buddies. They call me when they want alcohol, drugs, or sex. She took a deep breath and ran her hands through her hair, like she anticipating something. I can't do this to you Alex, you're too sweet. And it's so obvious you're a virgin. She wasn't stupid. He couldn't even look at her really when her dress and fallen to the floor, he was blushing like mad constantly, and she had taken enough guys' virginity to know how they kissed, how they acted. He either was EXTREMELY shy, only done it once, or a virgin. Her money was one option three.
She shook her head and looked down, slightly ashamed. I just don't to pressure you into something you don't want at all. She smiled again before bending over and kissing him gently. I don't want to hurt you...
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 8, 2008 10:46:41 GMT -5
your body's cold, but girl we're gettin' so warm;
Kissed her softly, nibbling on her lower lip for a moment as she fumbled with his pants. They were tight, so they weren't the easiest to get off, but he helped her to slid them off. Dumping them with a clang from his studded belt onto the cold floor, he felt her bra loosen against him, and then it was gone. He felt pure breasts against his chest, and he let out a soft moan, almost a gasp for breath. But then she pulled away, apologizing. He was torn from reality. I can't do this, Alex. This isn't fair to you. What? How wasn't it fair? He was stunned for the most part, still gripping her back and arms. He didn't want to let go, ever. This was killing him. He listened. No, you won't hurt me... If you stay with me... you won't... He said, shaking his head. He didn't want to loose her now. You are too sweet! I know you as sweet, I know you as a totally different girl that all your friends know, don't I? He said, almost pleading now. He knew he was getting rejected. He didn't want to take it. But now she's talking about all her fuck buddies? Well he didn't need to hear any of that, but he was glad he did, because it was just another lame-o excuse for her to leave. And he hate it. He didn't like this situation at all. It was killing him, really. And it's so obvious you're a virgin. Was it really? He had completely recoiled then. Was she just trying to be rude? Or just a plain old bitch? Alex knew it was a fact he'd never had sex, but shit. She didn't need to lay it out like it was a slab of meat. His eyes filled with hurt and a lot of pain as he looked up at her. His head then dropped to the floor. He didn't know how he was supposed to react, or how he was supposed to take this. "oh ok. that's ok, i'll see you tomorrow, alright?" No! He picked up his pants, tugging them back on before she got the chance to kiss him. She didn't have to tease him about it. She could've stopped before any clothes came off. He could just reject her. He desperately didn't want to loose her now. I'm sorry I let you lead me on, Kate. He said, pulling the buckle of his jeans on. He looked up at her, his eyes electric and alive. But they weren't happy, they were more, well, in pain.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 8, 2008 11:13:27 GMT -5
She Used To Be The Sweetest Girl Ever She was stunned, speechless - she didn't really know what to say.. When she had mentioned him about a virgin, he looked so hurt, so angry. "No Alex! It's not a bad thing! It's respectable, and I don't want to hurt you.... That's a lot to take away from someone, and I know if I could take my first time back I would, and I want yours to be with someone you love...And...I don't know what to say Alex. I wasn't trying to hurt you." You could hear the pleading in her voice - she was hurting too. She didn't want to give up Alex. I'm sorry I let you lead me on, Kate. Oh gee, that hurt her. She bit her lip and winced a bit, seeing how hurt he was. Look what she had done. She had ended up hurting one of the only people who knew her.
No, you won't hurt me... If you stay with me... you won't... But how could Ms. Deville promise anything like that? She didn't know how to say "I'm going to screw you over." She didn't know how to say "I will end up hurting you." She sighed, and pulled up her dress, zipping it up at the back before sitting next to Alex and nibbling on her lip for awhile before thinking about what she was going to say and how she was going to exactly say this. Alex... She started, the little French girls voice sounding calmer and sweeter, angelic again.You deserve someone better. She sighed and looked down, closing her eyes for a few seconds - god this was hard. "I want to do this Alex, I promise you I really do. But I don't want to end up hurting you in the end. Even if we were... together... We could end up breaking up." She couldn't stand to look at him, to see the pain on his face. Guilt was written everywhere on her. She should have done this sooner, how unfair. How mean. She felt disgusting. "I wasn't making fun of you, or trying to lead you on, or trying to hurt you.... I really, really, really like you." Wow, so she had finally admitted it - and out loud as well. She didn't want too, she didn't like people knowing about how she really felt about things. But hey, now you had it. She really really really liked him, and obviously that was a lot, if she was willing to admit it out loud. Oh sure, sje could say things like your cute, and sexy, and blah blah blah. But that she LIKED them? Yeah right. Dream on. She was like a diary that someone threw away the key too, and never let anyone in.. Unpredictable, and closed up. "You don't deserve a slut like me."
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 8, 2008 11:57:20 GMT -5
lieben Sie? Alex stood up, listening to her but never making even the lightest eye contact. It's respectable... She was right. Touche, whatever you want to say. She had a point against him, and he, being the little virgin he was, nodded. She said she would take her first time back. He wondered what or who or when that happened. Probably in high school well, obviously. But he wasn't about to be happy and dandy with her. He paused for a long moment, listening to the first part of her little speech. He actually believed her; she sounded so sincere. But hen he looked at her, he almost couldn't. His eyes said "no, you can't trust someone like her." But his heart trusted her with his life. He trusted more in his heart than eyes; he'd learned that a long time ago. Alex's eyes finally met hers when she had finished. I just don't want this to change us... I like you too much. He said softly, running a hand through his hair as he looked down again. This was becoming quite the discussion. You don't deserve a slut like me. Alex's eyes jerked up to look at her. Don't say that, Keatie... you're not a slut. I promise. He said, touching her hand with his, comfortingly. His eyes were locked with hers now, which was good because she had her dress on again. Her shoes lie by the door, next to her purse. Her hair was down in golden locks. He just wanted to run his hadn through it, and then he would kiss her. But he couldn't now; maybe later. I don't want to just... be friends with you... Alex said, shuffling his feet on the floor. His fingers still held hers, clinging onto her. It seemed like that was the only thing keeping them this far apart. He didn't know what to say to her now. He knew there was a ball coming up; for going back to school. He wanted it to be with her, but she probably wouldn't want to. I don't know, Alex wasn't the one to party and have three chicks on him at once. He liked one, one to just be with and have a good time with. One to eventually cuddle with and be in love with.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 8, 2008 12:19:52 GMT -5
Dangerous Angel
It was almost like none of this was getting through too him, like he wasn't listening or something. She thought back to her first time, she was in Paris, sixteen and had just told Michel she was moving in a year. Well, she guessed now he wanted to give her a little going away present, ya know? They had been dating for about two months - and then straight after he dumped her. Told her he couldn't take the pain of her moving. Well, now she knew what he was really after and he got it right? She bet he was proud of himself. Sick bastard. And things like this lead up to the making of the one and only Keatie DeVille. A local slut near you.
But, Alex didn't seem to think so, and she couldn't help but smile a little. That was sweet. She was confused though, about why he wanted her so bad... Maybe because she was a pretty french girl? maybe. I don't want to just... be friends with you... Uh oh, wrong thing to say Alex. Keatie is commitment scared. She bit her lip slightly. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know how to react. Her normal reaction would have been "OH GOD PLEASE NO." And she would run out the door. I... She didn't know what to say. It's not like she didn't want to be with him, because really she did. But so many factors played into it. Her parties, drug problem, sex addiction, age different, clashing "cliques." The first thing she needed to do, if anything, would be to get her alcohol problem under control right. Right! I want to be with you Alex... But not at this very moment... I need to learn how to control my drinking first so I don't end up doing something... foolish. How true that statement was, she probably would end up cheating on him and hurting him. Sad, wasn't it? Very. In fact, she hadn't been in a relationship for awhile, so, who knew? She smiled a little, not knowing if she should kiss him or not.
It's not that Kate didn't want to be with Alex. If he had told her he promised it would be okay, she would have considered it - but she didn't want to be his Michel, basically. She didn't want to be a regret, not anymore at least. Kate wasn't all bad, she wasn't all razor edges. But still, why Alex wanted to be with her was well beyond her. She was a slut in her own opinion, and as soon as he realized that, he would be glad they hadn't got in a relationship and had sex and any of that jazz. Wouldn't he? Yeah, she was sure he would. He'd find a nice girl.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 8, 2008 13:03:14 GMT -5
lieben Sie? Alex nodded, he could completely understand her that moment. Oh right... I understand Keatie. He said, looking up at her with shiny blue eyes. There was a small smile on his lips; a forgiving smile. But like she'd done anything wrong, it was all him, he thought. He was too clingy for her, a little too, well, old-fashioned? And he understood that. He was almost relieved; if that doesn't sound too harsh. Now he didn't have this sort of commitment to her, and he had a little room for other girls. Not that he was immediately running off on a date. He liked Keatie as a friend. A good friend, but no make-out or fuck buddy, right? He hoped that's what she thought too, but wasn't convinced. Maybe she had another relationship right now, and she didn't want to cheap... which was perfectly respectable for Alex. He would be proud. But still, he thought that since she wasn't taking him for a boyfriend that she hadn't anyone to have. She just... partied. And that was her thing, Alex knew that. So why did he fall for her so badly then? He had no idea. Maybe it was because he knew her like no one else was supposed to, or that she was the first nice person he met in this huge city. He still didn't know; but the name Keatie stuck in his mind with a soft smile on his face. Alex pulled his yellow tee back over his head, straitening it on his body. Straitening out her alcohol problem? He didn't think that would work, but he still could have faith in her. I'll be fine, Keatie. He said, locking eyes with her. I like us as friends. He shrugged, reaching a hand back and scratching the hair at the nape of his neck and looking away with a small smile. He could accept this quite easily. Maybe he just calmed down, that's why. He wanted to say something nice now; like, something not corny.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 8, 2008 13:26:03 GMT -5
Keatie bit her lip a little, feeling bad for being so, honest? She really couldn't handle a relationship right now, as much as she would love too. She just couldn't really put her life on old. She liked him, he was nice and sweet and all that great stuff, but at the same time she was scared of him. Especially her feelings she got with him. Like butterflies and crap. Weird huh? And to think if she hadn't of stopped him, they could have been having sex right now, and she could have ended up hurting the guy. She didn't want to stop him, it was hard. Really, really hard. In fact, it took all she had not to jump on him right there and tell him to forget about what she said. That would have been cruel though. I like us as friends. Did that mean that all she was to him was some kind of prize. Ouch. She winced a little at that and nodded. good... She was quieter than normal; and to think that she thought Alex was different, yeah right; obviously not now huh? She was just some kind of prize.
She sighed and ran her fingers through her shiny blond hair, considering whether or not to just leave. She still wanted to kiss him, in all honestly. She wanted to kiss him and for him to hold her pr something. Make it all go away, but instead she just kind of stood there with this dumbfounded expression. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. I can uh.. go, if you like? She grabbed her bra from his couch and ended up slipping her arms under the dress and sliding it on easily. It was a little awkward now they were dressing. She felt really disgusting. Like she had just corrupted the poor guy.
Maybe he thought she was using him? Most girls like her, the drop dead gorgeous didn't even acknowledge people like him. They just ignored them completely and moved on with their lives. So maybe he thought she was bad person, using him and just trying to hurt him. Which was not the case. She knew she should have stuck to her own clique kind of thing. These were the days she wanted to run to her friends and cry. Tell him she could have had a really great relationship but lost it all because she knew what she was like. Not like many of them would care - maybe two or three, but that was it. She didn't have the most understanding friends when it came to emotions and such. Most of her friends were male anyway, so they were never easy to talk too about these kinds of things. She was trying go hard not to just pounce on Alex, but she respected him., Whether or not he liked it.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 8, 2008 19:21:50 GMT -5
lieben sie? Alex shook his head. After what had come from his mouth, Keatie sort of looked bummed. Um, I mean, uh, like, I'm fine with me just being your friend-- not being your boyfriend-- He said, blushing and looking at the ground. He was so embarrassed, and knew he looked like a total cute emo dork standing there staring at the ground with his hand in his hair. He nibbled on his piercing; and he could still taste her in his mouth. He sighed and savored it, before looking up at her. Please don't take that the wrong way... He said, referring to his current fumble of words. He sincerely said it; he didn't mean to speak at her like that. OF coarse he didn't want to do anything to hurt her; he'd almost, almost made love to her. And then she was standing there now, pulling her bra on from under her dress. That must take talent, serious. He was beginning to wonder about that; it looked really, really hard to put a bra on to Alex; with all the straps and adjustments. I guess it is getting pretty late, He said, yawning for a second then breathing slightly shuffled. Then he smirked, meeting her eyes. But it's never too late to play Guitar Hero III. He said, his eyes dancing like they were before, only a little duller. He wanted to make all this shit better between them. She'd be a good friend to him, he hoped. He wouldn't think about other guys and her, she'd just be protective of her, like a guy friend should. Like he was at all right now? She drank and had mentioned a few guys calling her as 'fuck buddies.' He hated that, and shuddered. Well? Are you up to the challenge of defeating me at Guitar Hero? He chuckled, going to pick up one of the electric game-controllers that were shaped as guitars. Plipping the Playstation 2 on, he propped the other guitar up for on against the couch. Turning it on, he patted the seat beside him and smiled; but not looking at her. He wanted this to happen.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 8, 2008 19:45:39 GMT -5
She was still so confused, it was hard for her to even think straight. She felt selfish again, as wrong as it felt she wasn't going to do this. He had the Guitar in his hands, it was sexier. A lot more sexier than before. She took the guitar away and put it next to the other, and took his face in her hands bringing him to a bull blown kiss. Wow, now wasn't she confusing. She was holding on to him tightly, edging towards the bedroom, dragging him with her. She was a selfish girl. She wanted something, she got it. And really, she wanted Alex right at that moment. She was holding onto him tightly - like if she would let go the whole world was crumble at her feet. At that moment, she didn't want another dumb fuck buddy. She wondered if it would hurt him, if he heard her at night with one of them. Well, she already knew the answer to that - she wasn't that stupid; but still. She broke away from the kiss and looked up at him. I don't want to let you go.
Thats what she felt like she was doing - letting him go. And she didn't want to miss out on something so amazing. It's not like she just wanted to be "fuck buddies" with him or anything, she wanted more. But at the same time, he was new, and she was a partier. She still cared about him, even if she was having a selfish moment. She was dragging him a long really - not wanting to let him go. Walking backwards into his room, she kissed down his neck and nibbled on his ears again, being gentle - not means and rough like some people were. He wanted this right? She wanted it. Wow, she was having mood swings. First she was regreting him, and then not, and then regretting him and now she was all over him again. She didn't want Fuck Buddies... She wanted him. Whether or not he wanted her must be a different story. But it was okay to have sex with potential relationships right?
Right?
She was lowering herself on his bed now, still dragging him with her. Still with a tight ass grip. She wasn'nt using him or anything, or at least she didn't think she was. Whats wrong with making out anyway? That's all she was doing with him, making out. It's not like they were having sex or anything...
yet.
She was scared he would say no, tell her to leave, tell her she was being a hypocrite - which she really was. Sometimes, beauty, money, an accent and charm can't get you everywhere. And even if they were going to get that far, it's not like she wouldn't ever talk too him again or anything. She still would. She wasn't THAT low. They'd still be the best of friends, and possibly a relationship right? Selfish Keatie, trying to justify her actions. Dangerous girl that Kate.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 8, 2008 20:21:00 GMT -5
lieben Sie? Alex's mind was a haze. She was suddenly all over him, and he about fell over in the process. He did actually, onto the couch. His legs swung over, knocking over the guitars with a plastic-sounding crash. The music from the title screen blared as he was completely smothered. All Alex could think was ...what? Now, this girl was confusing the hell out of him. All he could fell was her hands all over him, her chest against his and that she was in his mouth. His snake bites dug into his gums, and he yelped out-- well muffled out-- in pain. She had him going to his room; oh shit. oh shit, no. He finally mustered the courage -- and strength, she was holding pretty tight of him -- to push her from him rather forcefully. Keatie! He said, louder than he wanted. He gripped her shoulders, looking at her sternly. He was more hurt and confused than angry; he was like a beaten puppy. His eyes were a mixture of those emotions. Make up you're mind, you're eating me alive here! He said, a little more calm and softer than before. But he still didn't know what she was doing with him. She was being selfish, that's what she was doing. And Alex knew it. She wanted him, but not as a freaking screw buddy, as more. But she knew she wouldn't be able to handle it; that's why she brought up her drinking problem. This kills Keatie, don't do this to me. He said, feeling his lips shake as he said it. He was still holding tightly of her shoulders, but she could easily escape if she really wanted to. It wasn't like he was holding her hostage or anything, he just couldn't move. He was frozen, and was about to brake down. He didn't know what to do. He was about to go into panic-brake-down mode, but stayed calm and waited for him answer. He truthfully didn't expect one from her, because he thought he already knew the answer and there was no point in her explaining. But he wanted the actual answer strait from her lips; not just assumed by him. Because he hated assumptions, and is really bad at it and knows it, and he wants to get over it. And he needed a truthful, possible horribly now answer from him. He needed it.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 8, 2008 20:47:00 GMT -5
Now her mouth opened, she wanted to say something but couldn't, not right then. What did she do wrong? Well, she knew what she had done wrong, she had basically just attacked him like a wild cheetah or something. You don't want this? She cocked her head a little too the side, like she was confused or something. Did he not want her? Was she not pretty enough? Was it her hair? Did she have horrible breath? Did she smell funny? Was she too fat? Were her boobs to small? She looked up at him hurt, just like he was. Wow. This was confusing.
I want you. There was a softness too her, like a sheet of new snow, the un trod on kind. She tiptoed and kissed him gently. She was confused; what was her problem? Why didn't he want this? She took a few steps back and sat on his bed. Am I not pretty enough? She sounded like she was about to cry when she looked up at him. I didn't mean to hurt you Alex. I do like you. A lot... A whole fucking lot. She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a few seconds.
How confusing.
She had really never been rejected. Was he rejecting her? Why? She was never told no before, never told stop. So when he bad pretty much yelled at her she had been really, really taken back. It wouldn't ruin their friendship would it. WAA, this wasn't fair. Why couldn't she have her cake and eat it? Maybe she could try taking off her clothes - all of them. Maybe then he would want her. But with how he looked, she didn't see that happening. He looked sad, genuinely sad.
I'm really, really sorry Alex. She looked down, ashamed. I really, really really.... like you...
She still felt sick, like she had done something terrible, that she would never be forgiven. And Alex was always so nice to her too, and now she had just hurt him. Good going Kate. Way to ruin someone. Way to screw someones personality up. She felt like a pathetic whore, just like people said. And who knows? Maybe he thought that as well. This really hadn't done the way she planned. AT ALL.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 8, 2008 21:31:17 GMT -5
ruinierte Liebe. Alex shook his head, releasing her and looking at the ground. He began to walk away with a few steps, then stopped. Not facing her, his eyes were at the ground and his hands were scrunched up on his forehead. You're too confusing, Keatie. He said softly. Next, he spoke even softer.. No, you're gorgeous. He then sighed; long and quietly. He then whirled around, racing her with eyes that were sad and swimming, electricity brewing behind them. How, Keatie? How do you like me? He said, raising his voice. He then siged again, almost scoffing and dropping his head into his hands again. I'm sorry... He whispered. But you can't... He said, shaking his head. He wanted to just say it, blurt it out and tell her to leave. But he couldn't bring himself to do it to her. Not Katie. You can't... kiss me if I'm... only you're friend. You might be used to different, but I can't do it any other way. If you like like me, you kiss me. That's how it works-- maybe not to you, but to me... He found himself having to repeat his words. He knew they both came from different worlds. He knew worlds were different. But he wouldn't be able to live in her world. Call him old fashioned; because it's true. Sex is for people in love. But he knew he had to stay in his generation for God's sake, so love doesn't always work that way. Alex couldn't think of anything to say. All he could manage was a small cry, like he was sucking in a sharp breath.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 8, 2008 22:02:52 GMT -5
She looked up and him and then looked down. But I do like like you Alex... you're funny, and your handsome and your polite. She bit her lip looking down, she was beginning to feel worse and worse. Her whole body had chills now. She felt like throwing herself on him and apologizing. She had knocked down those walls for him and let him in slightly and a part of her felt rejected. She took a deep breath, and stood up heading for his door. She picked up her purse and put on her shoes trying not to think about what just happened. Trying to forget. I'm sorry Alex. She was on the verge of tears. Which never happened with Mr. DeVille. She usually shrugged things off. But then again, she also never really developed feelings for someone. She opened the door and with one swift motion let herself out and into her own apartment. The door basically slamming behind her. She ended up sliding down her own wall and crying. She prentended that she had never met him. She had crossed that line, and now it was way to late to even think about turning back. How mebarassing
She should have just ran.
This is why Keatie drank, to numb all of her emotions. It was only logic in her head that she should drink now and forget about it. But though her sobbing she couldn't bring herself too. It didn't even seem worth it.Wasn't that the reason she couldn't be with Alex? Because she can't even fucking control herself.
It was obvious Kate liked Alex, but not this much. She didn't even realise the feelings until she was bawling her eyes out at the other side of the wall. Gee, they just had to be neighbors huh? She considered sending him a text, but decided against it.
Maybe it would cause more problems.
She kicked off her dumb shoes and and furrowed her brow. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she such a god damn freak that no one wanted her? Is this the reason people had said no one could ever love her, because it was true? She wanted to apologize to Alex, for everything. She really did like him, but she was scared of the dumb emotions themselves like they were poison or something.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 10, 2008 0:16:50 GMT -5
ruinierte Liebe. Alex honestly didn't think she'd storm out on him like that. But he couldn't do anything about it, it would be totally gay and the two of them--well mostly Alex-- would be even more confused than they were before. And Alex was already drowning in confusing, so if he did anything, it would be to curl up and die. He stood there and watched her leave, then she apologized. THe door slammed shut, and once it did Alex crouched down, hugging himself and burying his head into his knees. He couldn't move. He wouldn't cry; he hadn't a reason to. He wouldn't chase her either. That was suicide, and it would surely get him into some deep shitty drama like the soaps that were always invading his cartoon time. He thought of him options.
A) chase her.
B) stalk her.
C) forget her.
D) talk to her like nothing happened. E)text her. Sure what the hell. It was silent for a long time after the door slammed from his apartment. He could here a thump against the wall of the kitchen; and he knew it was her. What was she doing? He looked at the wall where he heard the noise, still in the crouching position. He finally let his electric eyes wander to the floor as he crawled to the wall. He leaned up on the wall it, thumping his head back against it. He sat hugging his knees against the wall, making a thump against the wall of his own. Maybe she'd react to that. He listened, staring at the ceiling with his head against it. He though for a long while. Maybe he'd try to call her. But later, not while he could still hear her against the wall. He wanted to see how she'd react to this, if she even did.
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