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 Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 8:48 am
Friday
Four days, that was what she had allowed herself. The hangover was on Monday, and she lasted Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and now it was Friday. Friday night seemed to be the worst- perhaps because of the rhetoric that she was "alone on a Friday night."
Her room was sickly. He'd left his sticky hands on everything, tainting them with a memory she wasn't allowed to have. The kitchen had too many stools. There weren't enough controllers plugged in. Her clothes were more properly scattered across the floor now. There was a half empty ice cream carton in the fridge for a week now.
There wasn't any room to breathe. seussi Text to moonbro: yo ur deal for ahy time that snit still good??
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 8:54 pm
Chelsea's texts were often a slight challenge to read and this one was no exception. He looked at it and tsked. It's like she hadn't even tried. Still, the implications behind what she had wrote were quite interesting. His immediate response had been to ask her why. He hadn't spoken to her since the whole infection fiasco, and hadn't felt any inclination to bother. She had pissed him off, and while Finn wasn't really one to hold grudges for long, he had also seen no reason to try and make amends. Of course, he thought he knew Chel well enough to realize she might not have even known that he'd been angry at her this entire time. Either that or she really didn't give a s**t. That at least was a trait that he could admire in another person. After a lot of staring at his phone, and a long sigh through his nose, he texted her back. chiickadee Text to Chel: For a hot friend? Of course. When and where? Straight to the point. He didn't even stop to consider that this might not actually be a booty call.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:02 pm
Fridayseussi Text to moonbro: my roow. now pls ty.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:04 pm
Tuesday
She wanted more color in her hair.
She added green. Neon green. Fresh cut grass and Vegas lights.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:12 pm
FridayFinn read now but took it with a grain of salt. Surely he could have fifteen minutes, or more? He took his time vacating his room, and sauntered down the hallway and up the stairs, not in any particular hurry. If this was what he thought it was, while it would most definitely be enjoyable (how could it not be, really), it was not something he felt the need to go running through the halls for. And if it wasn't what he thought it was? Oh well. No harm, no foul. Eventually, he stood in front of her room, and knocked on the door.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:16 pm
Friday
Chel wasn't desperate or pining in the least. Finn wasn't a desire, he was a temporary cure to the cough that rose from the pit of her stomach to her heart. If he hadn't come at all, she would've found another way.
"S'open," she called. If Finn was expecting grandeur, it wasn't going to be met. She was on her bed in a shirt and underwear (but this wasn't unusual- both boys had undoubtedly seen her in this form thus far) and she was poking around on her phone. Hardly something worthy of praise.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:35 pm
FridayFinn honestly didn't know what to expect. He had been offering this kind of thing to Chel for literally months now and she had never risen to the bait. The fact that she was quite possibly taking him up on it now, out of nowhere, completely at random, was not lost upon him. He wasn't stupid. Something was probably going on with her, and he was probably just there as some kind of distraction. But he didn't care. He was there. If she needed him, he would be what she needed, for a time, and then he would leave. He had no feelings for Chel beyond what was almost a cursory friendship. He was ninety-nine percent positive that she felt the same. He entered the room at her command, took his boots off at the door, and padded further in until he found her, lounging in her bed, not naked. Maybe he had gotten this all wrong. Finn made his way to the edge of the bed nearest to her and sat down on it, eye narrowing on her. " Well?" He asked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:39 pm
Crystal Heart
"Tell us an embarrassin' story, c'mon."
"You want one? Don't blame ya I got thousands." Laughter rose, followed with agreement. The air smelled of rotting wood and burnt ashes. The woods were the best place to hide this kind of s**t. Illegal s**t.
She leaned forward on the blanket-covered log they'd designated for sitting. Her friends had gotten the comfortable camping chairs. She didn't. Everyone leaned forward with her motion. Ah that's right. Soak it up, they'll stop caring after this. "Fine, I'll tell ya 'bout my first crush." A chorus of "ooooohs" ignited the campfire circle with teenage laughter.
'Bout fourth grade I think it was. Valentines day right? Open my locker and there's a sweet lil bag. I still remember it- white bag, red hearts 'n sweet red tissue paper. Opened it up and inside there was a lil glass heart. Convinced it was a crystal one- 'cause diamonds are a girl's best friend 'n all that s**t.
Told the girls in my grade- they were all so excited ah course. They wanted to figure out who had given it to me. Real nice 'cause I wasn't really popular- I know can you believe it?
A laugh rose from the group once more. She hated these people.
We ran around investigatin' everything- real Nancy ********' Drews. We were askin' aorund, we were comparin' handwriting to the lil note on the bag. s**t was crazy, in hindsight. We shoulda been arrested for sexual abuse or somethin' it was ******** up. Anyways, I knew who it was. David Tanner Bragg- he called himself Tanner. Real spry kid, curly hair. Anyways knew it was him 'cause every time the girls asked him anything he'd go real red in the ears. Pretty ********' cute really. And you know what- I actually kinda liked him too. Of all the people who put a ********' heart in my locker, he ain't shabby, right?
They were enraptured in her tale now. She hated herself.
So it was pretty ********' ideal 'til right after lunch. I remember 'cause we had bomb a** fries for lunch that day. We resume the hunt of course, lil lioness hunters 'n s**t. So the teacher's like ******** PISSED at the point- 'cause like you gotta remember we've been ********' around all day- ain't gettin' no s**t done. This dude's like class A a*****e- he got belted pants and one of those yellow a** shirts and a brown tie. The brown tie really ********' nailed it in. He looked like a lopsided banana split- like they put all the ice cream in the middle and forgot his head n' legs.
Bein' a ********' dumbass, I brought the bag up to him and asked if he knew who's handwriting it was. So this a*****e grabs my bag, and throws it straight in the ******** trash. I'm so serious.
So of course I'm cryin' now, whole class is whisperin' and Tanner's just ********' SILENT. b***h didn't say a WORD. I had to be sent to the principle's office I was cryin' so hard.
They were laughing. She expected them to. Her grin showed it. One girl mouthed a silent "oh my god."
"So yeah, first time I got sent home in my LIFE was 'cause of a boy's lil frail a** heart. S'why I ******** girls now." At this stage in her life, Chel was convinced she was a lesbian and nothing else. A few in the group gave a holler and Chel bowed in response. "Thank you thank you, but I made that entire story up."
The entire campfire erupted. Her grin was wide as they rebuked her in a friendly way, bowing under one of the boys' noogying.
Whether the story was true or not was unimportant. It was the reactions she got that fueled her. She needed people more than she needed an identity.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:42 pm
Friday
Chel grinned and set down her phone while saying, "Ya look like you were kicked in the balls. Am I that much of a boner killer?" She sat up and used the momentum to pivot herself to a spot where she could curl her arms around Finn. "Need your help with somethin'."
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:02 pm
FridayIt was true. Finn wasn't exactly feeling overwhelmed by desire. Still, when she turned towards him with that grin, he smirked in return, still slightly unsure of where this was all headed. Chel's choice in clothing was hardly anything to go by, considering he'd seen her in less. When she wrapped her arms around him, she might have felt a tension in his muscles that slowly eased as he exhaled, relaxing, remembering that he had come here of his own free will. Now to just figure out what the hell she wanted. "Of course, darling. What can I do for you?" Whether or not he would actually help her still remained to be seen.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:06 pm
Friday
"Need to forget some things for a little bit," she said, a little sadly, a little vaguely. "Figure you know how to make a mind go blank," she purred.
Something less alluring and far more desperate crept into her voice as she murmured, "Please Finn."
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:35 pm
Us Vs. Them
"Chris."
A rock tapped against his window. It was archaic.
"
She threw another one.
She decided to text him.
Moments later he came to his window. "
Eyes red.
Uncertainty sat in the window sill, a mixture of displeased and worry. He disappeared. Seconds later, the sunglasses were dropped. Chel failed to catch them. She picked them up after a bit of fumbling. "Thanks man." His gaze burned into the back of her neck, the red blood rising to the surface in her stupor and embarrassment.
Sunglasses braced her for war as she stepped into her household.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:59 pm
Thirteen
She was thirteen.
He was sixteen.
It was true love until it wasn't.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 11:13 pm
Thirteen 2
She was thirteen.
He was fourteen.
It was true love until it wasn't.
She was fourteen
He was nineteen.
It was true love until it wasn't.
She was fifteen.
She was fifteen.
It was true love until it wasn't.
She was sixteen
He was fifteen.
He cheated.
She was seventeen.
She was nineteen.
She never got a chance.
She was seventeen (previously fourteen).
He was twenty-two (previously nineteen).
It was true love until it wasn't.
She was eighteen.
She was nineteen.
It was true love until it wasn't.
She was eighteen.
She was nineteen.
She died.
She was nineteen.
He was twenty-one.
It was unrequited.
This list does not reflect non-meaningful happenstances.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:37 pm
FridayFinn didn't actually care for the details. In fact, he actually preferred if he could be spared them, so it worked out perfectly when Chel gave him some vague reason for asking him there. It didn't matter. s**t had obviously happened. What he could have used details on, however, was just what she wanted him there for, which she still hadn't really confirmed. But the way she purred the next part in his ear seemed to indicate that it was what he'd initially expected.... And then she was begging him. And not in a very sexy way either. He turned towards her more in the bed, he lifted up a hand, and brushed knuckles along her cheek. "I said I would, didn't I, darling?" He leaned in closer, lips just bare inches from hers, his thumb going to drag across her lower lip. For all intents and purposes, on the surface Finn seemed to be on board with what she appeared to be offering. While on his inside there was hardly anything to speak of. He wasn't filled with a mounting excitement or an overwhelming lust. He simply was. He could and would get his thrills from this and while it might be amazing at the time, later it would likely barely register with him. He doubted it would even be that memorable. Still, he smirked, and he closed the distance between them, pressing a kiss to her lips that would lengthen if she'd let it, his thumb and finger now cupping her chin, his mouth intent on exploring hers.
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