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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
Quotable Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:42 pm
Gabriel found his gaze wandering toward the window, his mind going further off from the lecture at hand. Gabriel worked as many hours as he could handle in some little family diner down the street from the school, and that was where he was heading as soon as the final bell rang. Ordinarily, it would've been hard for him to find a job, but the reason he had been accepted so easily was the mom 'n pop of the little mom 'n pop diner.
They were close family friends, had been for a long time. Gabriel's family had a little bit of history in the town, his mother had grown up here. They'd walked through the same halls, had some of the same teachers. It meant that he was already in the good graces of some of the people he hardly even knew. It meant he got cut quite a little bit of slack when it wasn't exactly necessary. At least, Gabriel liked to think that was the reason. He didn't like to think that it was because his mother was a waitress, and he was working an equally glorious job, and their income covered their bills, and left little room for luxuries.
Gabriel regretted none of it, though. Why did he need a car, when there was a bus? And most of the places he went were in walking distance? It was healthier that way, anyway. Gabriel managed to be optimistic regarding most things "at least it wasn't a D" or "at least we didn't run out of gas ten miles away from the station". It wasn't very well appreciated by the people around him, however-- as he could sometimes miss what empathy was really supposed to mean. Whoops.
Speaking of faults. The door opened, and a blond made a relatively showy entrance. She was dressed richly, in clothes he could imagine any of the girls at the school insulting, if only out of jealousy. She was beautiful, and Gabriel completely forgot the meaning of the phrase "out of his league". It was one that, because of his hearing it so much, had completely lost meaning. The girl was a goddess, and she offered him only a moment's glance before taking the seat in front of him, at the teacher's order.
Gabriel's mind melted at the appearance of beautiful girls. He blew a fuse. All of that social finesse he'd worked so hard on, it all flew out the window, and he constantly made a complete fool out of himself. He dropped corny jokes, and laughed at himself in an attempt to make up for it all. To spare himself the embarrassment, at least for now, he simply returned the smile proffered, and was intent on staring past her for the rest of the class.
Needless to say, he failed miserably.
The girl, the blond goddess, the one whose voice would likely never be directed at him introduced herself as Ava Largoni. Gabe knew he'd heard the "Largoni" part somewhere, but if he had, it must've come down from the richer part of town. In which case, why was she here? Perhaps the goddess had fallen from grace, but it was a hard thing to imagine.
"Gabriel!" The teacher snapped, and Gabriel responded by looking up at her, probably looking a lot more alert than he actually was. "Answer number two?" She inquired of him. A quick glance around the room proved that books were open, while he didn't even have one in front of him.
The glance was brief, though, only enough to note the fact, not to look for a page number, or even to find the location of his own book. Rather, he looked directly at the teacher, and answered boldly, sounding as confident as he could physically manage, considering the circumstances. It seemed no surprise to his classmates that he was just going to manage a guess. He cleared his throat, as if to shake the silence from it. "Twenty-seven x cubed." He answered promptly, to which the teacher looked vaguely annoyed.
"I think you mean: a semicolon separates links two independent clauses in a sentence." Somehow managing to keep her voice flat, and her gaze off of his empty desk, she quickly added. "Why don't you get yourself a book? And while you're up, get one for Ava, as well."
Gabriel imagined himself not following the command, but rather slinking back in his chair and having a nap. He didn't figure that that would work out in his favor, however. Because they would, of course, assign his detention on a day he was working-- he'd received so many already that he was positive that they would cut him no slack. Gabriel slunk to his feet and made his way, with obvious reluctance to the bookshelf, where he plucked his own book and an unassigned one, which he brought to Ava's desk and set quietly atop it, before taking his own seat and opening the book to whatever page number was whispered at him by the nearest students that were feeling particularly generous.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:09 pm
She wore l e m o n
But never in the daylight
She's gonna make you c r y
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
And when you're d r y
She draws her water from the stone
And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore
She had h e a v e n
And she h e l d on so tight
“ I think I have a great opportunity, I may have things back to normal in no time.”, Hearing a positive comment about a hopeful job, Nell of course smiled brightly. However, it wasn’t until the second portion of his statement rang into her hears that her uplifted mood sank back down to the level it had been before. ‘back to normal’, what did that statement mean? ‘ You mean…back to putting me in second place.’, In thinking that thought; however, Nell realized that the present circumstances were not that much better. He still cared more about ‘finding’ another job than asking her on a date or, heaven forbid, writing her a little poem. Averting her gaze, her eyes sank to the floor.
For the longest moment, Nell stood there uncomfortably as she could see that look of panic begin to overshadow his eyes. ‘ He forgot…’, her heart sinking because she had expected such, Nell raised her chin and smiled. As pretty as it was, it was all a part of the mask she wore to look happier than she actually was. It had fooled her husband for years before this moment, she knew he would fall for it now and blame her ‘emotional pain’ on the fact that he had forgotten her birthday. Instead of the real reason that she was miserable on the inside. Almost all the time. Seeing her husband scrambling to formulate a possible bribe, Nell’s heart sank even more, and her smile became even brighter to compensate.
“I promise”, Larry scratched the back of his head as he continued to formulate said bribe. ‘ Oh no…he‘s going to say those words again...’
“ I promise to take you out, then we can have a night in with the kids, watch whatever movie you want!”
I promise, I promise, I promise…-Later. Nell inwardly wanted to scream. ‘ Larry! Why do you do this to me?’, chuckling her sweet little laugh, Nell smiled brightly and tried to play up her role as ‘trophy wife’ to the best of her abilities. Knowing that her husband was struggling to be free from guilt and awkwardness, Nell counted the seconds before he left the room. Even if her kids didn’t have to go to school on time, he would still have tried to leave the room. ‘ He feels horrible for not being able to buy me a birthday present. To not have any ‘bribe’ item to make me ‘happy’.’ . Nell continued to hold her smile as she felt the bland press of his mouth on her cheek to ‘seal the deal’ before he left the room. ‘ He brushed me off…again…’, Didn’t he know how much these little things hurt her? Didn’t he know that she wasn’t all about the stupid stuff? That she wanted the ‘meanings’ behind them back? With a sigh, she realized that she couldn’t force her husband to want her the way he used to. Eventually, the fire was bound to die down. ‘ If I hadn‘t reminded him, he wouldn‘t have wanted to even spend today with me.’ Which reminded her of the one man who did genuinely desire her presence.
Devin.
Waiting until her husband’s car disappeared around the corner, Nell almost skipped to her purse to find her phone and check for messages. Seeing a text message, she read the little code with a smile. 1-4-3 stood shining like a beacon on the blank, white, cellular page and it made her heart flutter wildly. 1-4-3 was an internet code for: ‘I love you’ that she and Dr. Seymour had come up with in their secret planning. Beside the 1-4-3, spoke the words: I know your probably doing something with your family tonight, so Happy Birthday! I’ll be home with the kids if you want to call me. Dr. Seymour spent the time to try and sound like another ‘middle-class’ mother living in their suburban neighborhood. His ‘kids’ were actually his three German Shepherds. At reading the message, Nell rolled her eyes and giggled.
“ Like he has to ask…”, She called him nearly every day, so him questioning whether or not she was going to call was complete nonsense. In fact--looking up at the clock-- Nell could squeeze in a little time with him before her shift started at work. Assuming she didn’t just call in sick today…’ If Larry is getting a job, then I wont have to go back to that horrible job anymore.’, the work wasn’t horrible for what it was. She loved jewellery, and knew a lot more about real diamonds than the average woman; however, her old friends still shopped there…and they used her time at work to snub the ‘poor’ penniless wife. Being demoted to poverty was one thing, being snubbed by the people she had once considered close friends was another, and the teasing was becoming difficult to bear. She couldn’t quit though, and that was the worst part. She couldn’t afford to quit, because of their situation being so dismal. Looking up once more towards the clock, Nell nodded to herself before changing into a fancy blouse, tennis shoes, and a pair of jeans, before heading towards her Toyota Camry.
Looking over her shoulder in more ways than one, Eleanor pulled out of the driveway, and took off in the opposite direction towards Dr. Seymour’s house.
And these are the days when our work has come assunder...And these are the days when we look for something other
A man makes a p i c t u r e
A m o v i n g picture
Through the l i g h t projected
He can see himself up close
A man c a p t u r e s colour
A man likes to s t a r e
He turns his m o n e y into l i g h t
To l o o k for her
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 9:43 am
↪Larry M. Largoni↩She's so glad, she's telling all the w o r l d
That her baby buys her things, you know.
He buys her diamond rings you know,
She said so!
She's in love with me and I feel fine.▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ 
After dropping his kids off at school, Larry had decided to take a trip to the local flower shop. He owed his wife that much for not having the big luxurious gift that she always wanted. Sometimes, Larry felt like all she really loved was the stuff he got her. All Larry really wanted was to make her happy, whatever that entailed. He quickly parked in the spot closest to the store, to make a quick entrance and exit, and barged right in. The woman (with the pink pony tails and multi colored contacts) at the counter recognized him right away and smiled dearly. He was surprised she recognized him under his heavy coat and hat. The store was rather warm so he shed the hat and stuffed it into his pocket.
“Good day, Mr. Largoni!” She was just as chipper as ever, but Larry couldn’t remember her name if he tried. He just smiled, nodded and pointed to the biggest bouquet of flowers they had. The woman giggled, “Always like you, getting the most expensive things!" Larry felt his wallet, as if it had a mouth of its own, squeal for mercy. He lifted it from his wallet and opened it up. He grimaced when he realized there was only forty bucks. That bouquet of flowers had to cost around sixty. He sighed and hesitantly pulled the credit card out. The woman cocked her thick and delicately drawn eyebrow up, as if he paying with a credit card was big news. He sighed and slid it over. It was either get his wife the small and dainty bouquet and disappoint her, or get the big one and make her happy.
Once everything was signed and squared away, the woman behind the counter lifted her hot pink painted nails to stop him from leaving, “Don’t you want a card? I know how you like to write little poems, those romantic and beautiful words…” She was fluttering her eye lashes, as if Larry had written those poems for her. He chuckled and shrugged.
“I have something at home for her.”
The woman cackled, as if she knew what it was. In all honesty, Larry didn’t have anything at home for his wife. But he had to keep the front up that there was something there. He knew they had lost some kind of spark over the years, but that didn’t mean Larry had ever stopped loving his wife. He left the store and jumped into his little car. The bouquet sat in the front seat, buckled in. As he drove off, he periodically looked over at the roses with a smile.
“You know I love you, right?”
The flowers started nodding in the wind, he could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He had started to talk to an inanimate object as if it was his wife. As if he needed to practice before he confronted her. He felt his heart pitter patter in his chest, thumping wildly. He was nervous, like he was back in college. He felt like he had to win his wife over again. He sighed as he turned down his street.
“Oh Nell, I just wish we could talk more like this…” He had imagined that the flowers had responded, in a loving tone, in a way that Nell used to back in college. He sighed again as he pulled into the driveway. He noticed the garage was open and Nell’s car was gone. He sighed and figured she had headed to work. Suddenly a plan formed in his head and his stomach twisted and turned as nervous as he was when he first met her. He hadn’t surprised her on a special occasion in a while, he’d been so busy with work, trying to keep his job and keep everything going strong. He felt guilty for neglecting his family, but he knew that now he could recover his relationship with Eleanor and with his kids. He pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the mall. It was another twenty-minute drive.
The voice of his wife emitted from the flowers, “where are we going, hun?”
“Somewhere special, Nell.” He could feel his lips curl into a smile.
“Oh, I love surprises!”
“I know, baby.” A twinge of a tear stung in his eyes.
He pulled into the strip mall and parked right in front of the jewelry store. He grabbed the bouquet and marched into the store. The woman at the front desk smiled brightly, “Oh, hey!”
Larry approached her, searching for Nell as he turned his head side to side. The woman chuckled. “Hey Larry, those for Nellie?”
“Yeah, is she in back?”
The woman cocked her head to the side, “No, actually, she hasn’t come in yet. Her shift actually started fifteen minutes ago.”
His heart sank and he felt his arm drop, the flowers pointed towards his feet. He backed away and his lips twitched. He wanted to smile, but he couldn’t. Where was his wife? He spun back around dramatically. Larry threw the flowers into the front seat as he started the car back up. He wanted to call her, he wanted to ask where she was but he figured it would just upset her. Again, it was only a twenty-minute drive home, but it felt like an eternity.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 11:31 am
She wore l e m o n
But never in the daylight
She's gonna make you c r y
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
And when you're d r y
She draws her water from the stone
And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore
She had h e a v e n
And she h e l d on so tight
Driving along in her white Toyota Camry, Nell could feel the rays of sunshine kiss and arm her forearms as her delicate palms gripped the steering wheel. As ecstatic as she was to be driving towards someone who desperately loved her, and who she loved back, the conversation with Larry kept flashing into her mind. Sometimes she had to wonder to herself: ‘ If he found out, would I be happy or miserable?’, Sighing, Nell admitted that she would feel both. Happy, because then he would finally know how miserable she was; but, sad because…
Stopping at a red-light, Nell sat there tapping her fingers against the steering wheel to keep from mentally verbalizing the truth. She loved Seymour; but, she wasn’t her Larry. He could never be her Larry. Looking down at the longest light she had ever experienced, water began to form within her eyes. Something about being in a car by herself gave her the freedom to express herself and clear her head. Nell breathed an emotionless sigh, simply because her heart had sank so strongly that she had no additional room for the emotions associated with a sigh. ‘ If he‘s even -my- Larry anymore…’, Feeling the tears come, the blurry vision that came with weeping prevented her from seeing the green light, and a loud parade of honking and swearing greeted her at stalling those few moments it took to wipe her tears. A part of her wanted to drive back home more than anything else in the world; but, she knew…it would be empty. That big, grand, house would be empty and shallow…and Nell couldn’t take it anymore.
But the fact was, she no longer wanted to go to Dr. Seymour’s house. Devin would worry if she didn’t, and that was the only reason she kept driving in that direction. ‘ I do everything I can to keep people from worrying…and none of it seems to work…They fuss over me, ‘ Mom don‘t hover‘, ‘ honey, I have a new job opportunity -to pay for your gifts-.’ I‘m a nuisance to everyone but Devin.’, clamping her eyes shut, she pulled into the driveway of his condominium complex and parked in her usual spot. Unlike usual, this woman stayed inside the car, and softly banged her head against the steering wheel. ‘ What if Larry did find out, called you a slut, and left you? What if he did get this job, get back to where he was, and be able to give you nice things again?’, with a pout, though sunshine burned in her breast at the thought of gifts, she realized that all those gifts were the rewards of her silence. ‘ I don‘t know how much longer I can handle being miserable day after day…God. I‘m having an affair! Larry knows me, I know myself, never in a thousand years would I have deemed this to be possible…Never.’, seeing more than enough evidence to convict herself of being miserable enough to question her sanity, Nell’s back heaved as her hair covered her face.
Sweetheart, don’t go upstairs…Her heart gently spoke, and Nell wanted to badly to comply that she continued to pay attention. You don’t want to go upstairs honey, I know his happiness makes you smile, makes you forget, but if he’s willing to cheat with you now, what makes you think he wont have wandering eyes later? And if you already have that with Larry, why trade in for something that’s second rate to what you really want? The thought was very reasonable, and with a sigh, Nell leaned back in the seat to reach for the ignition. But that was before a loud bark from a German Shepherd sounded next to her in the car. Roof Roof! The sound scared her out of her wits.
“ Callie! Quiet down!”, Devin shouted as he snapped his finger for his eldest dog to heel. Parting the distance between the curb and her window, Nell realized with a sigh that she was stuck here. Now that he knew she was here, he would know how guilty she was about this relationship if she tried to leave right now. ‘ Oh well…seems that being a ‘trophy‘ wife is all I‘m good for these days.’, with the hint of a grimace that was much less guarded than when she was around Larry, Nell looked up and tried to smile. Devin knew something was wrong, but he didn’t say anything. In fact, the man was too…glowing, overjoyed, to think anything gloomy other than: aww, my angel can’t be sad on her birthday. At least, that was the look all over his face that brightened her heart no matter how strongly she wanted to steep in her misery.
“ Hey honey, why are you sitting in the car?”, There was the truth: ‘ I‘m missing my husband.’, or there was the ‘good wife’ thing to say. Due to practice, Nell put on her façade and smiled. Reluctantly letting go of the steering wheel before leaning down to unbuckle her seat belt. ‘ Can‘t avoid him now.’, but there was no way she was sleeping with him today, not that he seemed to ever mind her ‘bad days’. The man liked just snuggling or going for walks together. Which unfortunately only reminded her of Larry. ‘ Larry…if you havn‘t already changed your mind about me…if You don’t love me the same anymore, well, your not going to for long.’, The truth always came out, and right now she had to accept the truth that her marriage was probably broken beyond repair. Nell closed her eyes in pain.
“ Ella? Are you going to come in sweety?”
“ Yeah; yeah. I‘m coming.”, Speaking with the most chipper tone she had ever faked, Nell smiled and opened the door. Hearing any other man call her ‘sweety’ hurt more than words could say, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she couldn’t bear hearing Devin say that any longer.
And these are the days when our work has come assunder...And these are the days when we look for something other
A man makes a p i c t u r e
A m o v i n g picture
Through the l i g h t projected
He can see himself up close
A man c a p t u r e s colour
A man likes to s t a r e
He turns his m o n e y into l i g h t
To l o o k for her
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:49 pm
 kissmeI'mbeautiful(Give 'em an a c t with lots of flash in it,
And the reaction will be p a s s i o n a t e)▬ ▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬❥ ♛ mwahmwahThe book landed on her desk with a shy little thud. Her eyes flitted after him, but she didn’t turn her head to follow him when he slipped out of immediate eyesight. It wasn’t worth it. Ava flipped open her book, leaning a little bit out of her seat to see another student’s page. “One-thirty-four?” She whispered, looking up from the face of the student’s book for a confirming nod. With a satisfied smile, Ava turned to her own book and flicked through the pages. “Thanks.” She flipped open her notebook, tore a corner off a page, and scribbled a quick note to her helper. ‘Is the teacher always this…enthralling?’ The word was underlined to suggest dry sarcasm. With nimble fingers, she folded the paper and slipped it onto the girl’s desk.
mwahmwahThe casual passing of notes felt distinctly wrong to the youngest Largoni, as if going about her normal school routine in a new location was a betrayal to her time at Dilton. It felt like she’d given in to her wretched, middle-class fate. But, she reasoned, at least the girl she was passing notes with was the best-dressed in Ava’s class—besides Ava herself, that is. Though the girl’s clothes were a far cry from luxury, Ava could spot telltale traces of upper-middle taste. A relatively expensive charm bracelet chimed on the girl’s wrist, a bracelet Ava had secretly admired on the pages of a Seventeen magazine back when the idea of middle-class living struck her as a romantic adventure.
mwahmwahThe girl’s name was Madeline, she’d later discover, and her father owned one of the more popular bars downtown. And, though she cleverly tried to hide it, she was utterly delighted to have been noticed by the newcomer. Madeline tried to pretend to be torn between paying attention to the board and reading Ava’s latest comment, but her act was easily spotted by the quick and eager way she’d click open her pen whenever the folded paper hit her desk again. She’d scribble out a reply, read it again to herself, and add smiley faces as she deemed fit in a quick, jingling flurry before handing it back over with a nonchalant little shrug. And thus, Ava Desiree Largoni began to build her empire.
mwahmwahAfter she’d established several inside jokes with Madeline via ripped notebook paper, it was time to make their “friendship” official. ‘My hand is cramping. What’s your number?’ As the teacher turned her back to the class, the two girls whipped out their phones and traded them, quickly clicking in their respective digits before sliding them back over to the proper owner.
mwahmwahBut Ava was quickly became bored with Madeline and her love for excessive punctuation and letters. Back at Dilton, the girls didn’t abbreviate and knew when to capitalize a letter and when to leave it in lowercase. Back at Dilton, they didn’t write ‘Ttyl, bb! U r the best!!!’ Ava huffed a small sigh as Madeline’s latest message buzzed into her smartphone and went about deciphering it reluctantly.
To: Avaa <33
From: Maddi
‘Omggg. Totally dyyyying. Wat do u hav next??’
mwahmwahAva glanced up at board, her phone hidden under her desk, and made a show for the teacher of scribbling notes. Her pen looped down the page before her, copying rules about grammar and when to use ‘affect’ or ‘effect’, all things they’d covered at Dilton years ago. The teacher stepped back from the board, briefly examined her work, and continued with her lecture while Ava dropped her pen onto her notebook and began to play with her hair. Her gaze drifted out the window, out towards the thick flurries of snow puffs, and she was struck by just how artificial it all looked. The snow piles looked too shiny, too well-rounded. They reminded her of a Sears Christmas catalog. She almost snorted. Even the snow in Derbyville looked cheap.
mwahmwahAva absently combed a hand through her loose hair, starting with her fingertips against the front of her hairline and pulling her hand back before giving the back little extra fluff by gently twitching her wrist. The movement stirred a gloriously light, fruity aroma, whose scent seemed to bond with the oxygen molecules in the room to create a delicate force field of orange, lemon, and strawberry around her desk. She was still for a rare moment and let her eyes float lazily about the room, making no effort to hide her glances. A handful of students were absorbed in their notes, though the vast majority seemed half-alseep. But they all seemed to know when she was looking. She'd watch the note-takers pause mid sentence to look up and meet her steady, if slightly bored, gaze while the sleepier of her fellows stirred shyly in response to her attention. A small smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. It wouldn't take long at all to become the It-Girl here.
mwahmwahAva plucked up the ends of a tress and flipped it over her finger, idly examining it for the loose ends she’d never had, before dropping it and clicking open her pen to take a new set of notes. After enough strokes to get ‘Alw’ on paper, the trail of ink ran dry and left nothing but a empty, pressed line in its wake. Ava wrinkled her nose and shifted the pen tip to the margins of her paper, where she dragged it in hopeful spirals. Nothing. She huffed a small, impatient sigh and dropped the useless utensil before pulling her bag onto her lap and pawing through its depths for a replacement. Her search was unrewarding. She cast one glance at Madeline’s desk and almost winced at the girl’s collection of gaudy colors. That wouldn’t do. Ava pushed her bag back to the ground and turned in her seat to face the boy behind her. She offered him a quick, automatic smile. “Hey. D’you have a pen I could borrow? Mine’s all out of ink.”
A V A ❂ DESIREE ❂ L A R G O N I
What if your hinges all are rusting?
THE D A R L I N G , D I S T R E S S E D DAUGHTER
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting?
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:32 pm
E T H A N XL A R G O N I ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  Ethan tried not to roll his eyes at his sister’s exit but failed at it. He then looked at his dad and shrugged. ”See ya later, Dad. Oh and try and stay out of trouble now.” He meant it as a joke and only after saying did he realize that he probably shouldn’t have. Ethan knew his dad took their loss pretty hard even though he tried not to show it in front of them. Smiling at his dad once more, Ethan turned and headed for school.
While he was walking towards the building, Ethan thought of all the movies he had seen with situations of new kids. The last thing he wanted was to be labeled as the new kid everyone stayed away from. What he actually wanted was for people to think of him as mysterious. He knew all the moves that he would have to pull off in order for this to work. Ethan was pretty confident in himself that you could almost call him cocky. Okay, not almost. Ethan was cocky, plain and simple.
He looked over at his sister but knew there was no point in even trying to talk to her. She was probably pulling herself together to face her class. He took out his scheduled and tried to figure out where it was he would end up going. It wasn’t hard to find the class. Once he did, Ethan spent a few moments outside preparing for his entrance. It had to be just right. ”Showtime.
Ethan opened the door and waltzed right into the classroom, obviously disturbing the teacher in doing so. With a smile to the teacher, he offered her a slight wave and just waited for the teacher to speak. He knew the teacher was doing the same. In all retrospect, Ethan should have been the one to speak first but he thought it would be fun to just wait out the silence until the teacher would be forced to speak or just let the entire class lesson stop. ”And just what do you think you are doing, sir?” Ethan simply smiled and shrugged. ”I was just trying to go to class. Should I have not done so?” This received a few chuckles from a few students. The teacher however was not amused. ”What is your name?” Ethan smiled with the new idea that formed in his head. ”Oh I’m sorry. We haven’t met yet. The name’s Ethan Largoni.” He held out his hand as if expecting the teacher to actually shake it. The teacher just looked at him before pointing to a free desk. ”Please take a seat, Mr. Largoni.”
”Yes sir.” Ethan said with a fake salute. He made his way over the desk pretty happy with himself for that entrance. It went over fairly well. The teacher probably didn’t appreciate it very much but the rest of the class seemed to and that was what was important. Even though Ethan didn’t have money, or rather, as much as he was used to, he still wanted to make a reputation for himself at this school.
❝ And I wonder if you ever s e e ~ Will you still believe? ❞
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:31 am
She wore l e m o n
But never in the daylight
She's gonna make you c r y
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
And when you're d r y
She draws her water from the stone
And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore
She had h e a v e n
And she h e l d on so tight
Walking inside Devins house...was like anything she could have imagined. Just the two of them, in a lavishly decorated house, a designer cake with her name on it and a younger age painted on the top. A gift for her to unwrap, and flowers everywhere. It was all very beautiful, and Eleanor adored the sentiment so much that she forgot all about her day-to-day agony. Even to the point of genuinely being happy. But it never lasted, and when she went into the bathroom to use the fascilities and examine her appearance in the mirror...Eleanor almost broke down and cried. What are you DOING HERE? You should not be here. You should be home, miserable, and waiting for Larry to get home. A tear fell down her cheek, and with that little droplet being free, it was like a dam had been broken, and more droplets slid down to fall from her chin. Watching her relection in the mirror, Eleanor let her right hand fingers trail over her newly given birthday present. A beautiful diamond necklace what matched the watch he had given her a few months past. It was stunning, and made her feel more attractive; but, the cost of wearing it...the necklace suddenly weighed ten pounds. Sadly, though she was heartbroken, she didn't have the heart to remove it from her neck. Proof that someone thinks of you? Is that why you wear it? Do you love diamonds more than your self respect? Eleanor couldn't even say the answer. The answer was yes, and she was too ashamed to say it.
" Eleanor, are you alright in there?", Unbeknownst to her, Eleanor had been in the bathroom for almost thirty minutes. Hearing his voice left her feeling so muddled and confused. She felt both bitterness and elation at hearing Devin concerned for her. But she just couldn't feel for Dr. Seymour what she felt for Larry. He was amazingly kind, sweet, and thoughtful; but, in the beginning, Larry had been as well. If things were ending, then they were ending...she couldn't keep running into Devin's arms to escape that end before its time. True, she was self-absorbed, loved recieving trinkets, and was probably a horrible mother...but she was still a person underneath her vices. And that human part of her demanded that she and Larry talk things out. She had a few questions to ask him before he found out about Devin and she lost him forever. Exiting the bathroom, Eleanor was surprised to see Devin leaning against the wall of the hallway. A concerned expression on his face, almost like he had been worrying about something as much as she had been.
" Gosh, how long have you been standing there?", Playing innocent usually worked well for her in the past.
" Long enough...Did I say something wrong?", Bless his heart, he thought he was the problem. I have to end this now.
" Oh, no. You didn't do anything...", He started walking towards her, no doubt to put his arm around her or express some other form of affection or empathy. " I got a call from Ethan's school...he got in trouble again...and I have to sort things out.", You LIAR! Of course, Nell had bailed in being flat-out honest. The truth that she wanted to end things -now- was just too unbearable to do in the end. ' All my friends snub me, if Larry leaves me, I'll have nowhere else to go.', Smiling as if to convey: It's no biggie, Eleanor had to sniffle to keep tear-fluid from coming out of her nose, and she leaned in to give Devin an embrace. Devin, of course, returned the gesture and kissed her cheek.
" I'm sorry that happened Sweety, Do you need me to go to the school with you?", ' Oh God. Please. No.', Eleanor shook her head and smiled, kissing his cheek back and folding her arms around him in a squeeze. He was just too sweet on her. This was too good to be true, and Eleanor knew it wouldn't last. As much as she loved Devin, he could probably have any girl he wanted. Why would he want some woman in her forties? Stop being depressed, seriously, your not thinking clearly. Of course Devin loves you. She was being silly, and she even laughed at herself.
" Thank you...but I should handle this alone. I'll call you or be back right afterwards...If your not busy...", Devin shook his head.
" I have a patient later this evening. Until then, I'm all yours. Go to the school and handle things, and I'll be here waiting. ", Devin concluded that statement with a wink, and Eleanor couldn't help but grin and nibble her bottom lip. She knew what he meant, and the picture that came to her mind involved his large, two-person, bubble-bath. ' Too bad I wont be in it...', secretly a little happy about that, though the thought did sound especially appealing, Eleanor squeezed and kissed him once more before making her way outside towards her car. True, she would have to take the long detour home in order to give the impression of heading towards Ethan's highschool; but it was worth it just to get away from Devin. At least for the rest of the day. It was her birthday for goodness sakes, and she wanted to spend it alone...or with her family.
Driving down the road, Eleanor wished Larry was home waiting for her...but he probably wouldn't be. No doubt he would be 'job hunting' or 'meeting investors' or whatever it was that he was looking into. All the while, sad as that empty house would be, she couldn't help but imagine the things she was going to say to Devin when she finally built up the courage. ' Its not that I don't want to be with you...but to be with you...like this...its eating away at me, and I don't think I can do it anymore.', of course he might respond with: I've been asking you to divorce Larry, are you ever going to? Of course she wasn't going to ask for a divorce before the talk. The talk they had to have the next time they were alone...
Pulling into the driveway, Eleanor turned down her rearview mirror to check her horrible make-up. Mascara was everywhere, and she took a few moments to wipe it away before stepping out of her car and locking the doors. Why bother? He's not in there waiting for you.
And these are the days when our work has come assunder...And these are the days when we look for something other
A man makes a p i c t u r e
A m o v i n g picture
Through the l i g h t projected
He can see himself up close
A man c a p t u r e s colour
A man likes to s t a r e
He turns his m o n e y into l i g h t
To l o o k for her
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