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Post by LINK LINCOLN on Jul 7, 2012 14:41:46 GMT -5
It wasn't that I was sick, or being the moping teenager all adults expected us to be. And it sure wasn't because the Holy Rollers were hitting a low spot or because even Lake Multrie was getting old. No, I was moping about and feeling like a complete loser over one thing: Ridley.
Call me bonkers if you want, but that isn't it. No, it's the fact that I had no idea what I was doing. It was like I was under a spell - which I sort of was - and I was trapped. Thing was, I didn't mind. It was a nice feeling. Maybe, for once, I could understand what Ethan and Lena felt. Not that I had really talked to them much, either.
I was lonely. I think. I went through the motions, but I had no gut feel. And I hate even thinking it, because I sound like some sappy loser. But hey, that's what I'm really quickly turning into. I miss her so much, and all I want to do is talk to her, but I don't know what to say or do. That's the problem. After all this, and then just becoming new to this whole Incubus thing, I don't know what to do. I'm completely new.
I stared at the large milkshake and fries that I had ordered. I wouldn't eat them, but it was just going through the motions. I had to. In Gatlin, this was expected of me. When I went to the Daree Keen, I gorged myself. I found out recently that if I just bought the food and stared at it people would pretend I was eating. It was that easy.
I sighed and leaned back. I needed out. And that was the first time I had ever thought it.
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Post by RIDLEY DUCHANNES on Jul 7, 2012 18:37:11 GMT -5
Ridley[you] Lollipops, and pink hair, that's just me. I've played many a game, but I'd be lost without you.[/you]
I looked at the ground sheepishly. I had just gone out on another horrible date. All of the guys I date always get drunk and push too damn far. It's the same thing over and over. I look to see if anyone will actually try to know me before laying a hand on my leg, but no. Every man is so sick. Except for Link. I thought with a cringe. I missed him dearly but I would never admit any thing of that sort. I tried to convince him to follow me, but he broke my heart and stayed. I fled afraid to see him again, thinking he'd push me right back down that black abyss.
I pushed back my hair and climbed into my car. Maybe a shake would cheer me up. Everything had been down lately, as Lena and Ethan had become more heated in their relationship. Link and I had once had that, before he somehow managed to resist my spell. I popped a blue lollipop into my mouth. The tart, but sweetness of blueberry usually cheered me up, but not today. No I was just as dreary feeling as the churning clouds. I slipped on some sunglasses just for looks and stepped on the pedal. Before I got out of the car I smoothed down the tight, sparkly pink strapless top I had on.
As I tried to step out my short jean skirt restricted my legs from moving any farther apart. I groaned and finally managed to get out without breaking anything. Maybe wearing six inch pink wedges was a bad idea. Whatever. I'm the hottest girl on the block. I thought to myself. That put a smile on my face. I grinned even bigger as I saw a couple guys staring. "Sorry boys. Not today." I said with a flash of a smile. I flipped back my hair and walked into Daree Keen. I giggled. That was such a funny name. I was about to pull my glasses off until I saw, guess who, you guessed right Link. My mouth fell open my lollipop spiraled onto the floor and my glasses landed so fast and hard the shattered. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" I said before slipping into the booth in front of him.
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Post by LINK LINCOLN on Jul 8, 2012 11:38:28 GMT -5
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear? Yeah, that sounded about right, not that she was a devil. Well, not in my opinion. She was like... an evil angel. Something like that. Anyways, I was completely and totally shocked when she appeared in front of me. Like magic. Poof.
She looked hot, I'll admit it... but not exactly touchable. Not for me, anyways. Around her, I don't know what happened. I just quit trying to be a player and ended up looking like a total idiot instead. I almost wished she wasn't here... I looked like a mess, green shirt and electric-green and black swimming shorts, because I was headed for the lake. My hair was a mess.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" She said, sliding into the booth across from me. I self-consciously ran a hand through my hair. Again, I was back to looking like a complete and total idiot. I had nothing at all to say.
"What we have here is a failure to communicate," I muttered into my food. An old song quote. I still sounded like an idiot, but at least I said something, right? Nah, that can't count for anything. Because, guess what, I sound like a total idiot. And that's what bothered me. Ridley can have anyone she wants to, and still, somehow, she fishes out me. The poor, lonely, love-sick loser.
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