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Post by ALEKA FERN MORIARTY on Mar 7, 2011 18:19:39 GMT -5
Aleka grinned when he spoke to her about his real mother-the one who had actually carried him. She was the goddess, Psyche. One of the most beautiful out of them all. Aleka was kind of jealous. And definitely thought that was where his looks came from. Though she had never seen his father, so she didn't really know what to expect... She didn't know if she ever would. "You, and about 80 percent of the school population." She said quietly, running her fingers around the rim of her coffee cup. The little nozzle on top had some froth stuck in it, so she scooped it up with her finger and licked it off before shrugging, then smiling brightly. "I'm kind of excited to graduate. Before, I couldn't do anything with my money. Now I can travel, and get away from here for a while. Maybe go to Japan, or Thailand. I think I have family there-family that actually want me, I mean." Her laugh was genuine again. There was no point in being upset over things she couldn't change, and knew she couldn't change.
But she knew she could get Silas to ask her out. Whether it was now, or in a few months time. It had to happen, because... Well, it was just meant to. What was the harm in thinking that? She wasn't delusional. It was obvious they cared about each other. He was so silly. Her mouth cracked into a smile as she stared at her hands in her lap, before looking up at him. "You're right. I stopped caring what people thought of me a long, long time ago." That's right. She had completely forgotten. Who the fuck cared? She wouldn't even see about 90% of these people she called peers once she graduated... It was all bogus. Why was she so worried? She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair, standing up. "Have I ever told you you're the best?" She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You remind me why I am who I am. I like that. You should call me when you get your head out of the clouds." She scribbled her number on a piece of paper and put it in front of him. "No pressure. You can throw it out. Sometimes I just need someone to keep my head level. And I think you do too. So don't push me away anymore. I want to help you." She grabbed her coffee cup and bag and smiled. "I've actually got to go now, though. I'm late for a doctors appointment. I need bloodwork done." She smiled sweetly. "See you at school."
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Post by silas on Mar 7, 2011 19:10:09 GMT -5
He laughed at that. “True, true. I guess it doesn’t help then.” He was beginning to enjoy this conversation. It had become real. He listened as she spoke of her excitement about graduation. “I can’t wait for you to graduate either.” He hadn’t meant to say that of course, and not in the way that he’d said it. His voice had deepened, lowered a bit – his lips had formed that dangerous smirk. It was essentially word vomit. He had to stop himself. If he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, he was going to have stop giving her the illusion that he would. “Thai-Thailand’s cool.” She was going? Of course she was. She had an entire life ahead of her. How could he expect to hold her back? But he felt that he wanted to keep her by his side, for eternity. He didn’t want her to do. Who gave one about the family who wanted her? He wanted her. They could be their own family.
But he knew he shouldn’t have been thinking those things. And so he made his mind place more focus on the external. Like right now, she was smiling. Her smiles were contagious, and he couldn’t help himself from joining in. He was the best? “No, but I mean. . .It’s kind of obvious.” It caught him off guard when she leaned into him, inching closer and closer until he could smell her. It was like it happened in slow motion, her lips pressing against his cheek. He he’d had no idea of how much he ached for her touch. As all of his senses lit afire, he became quite aware. She was handing him her number now. “You know I couldn’t throw it away,” He whispered. It was more likely that he would turn the piece of paper betwixt his fingers for the greater portion of his evening.
“I wish I didn’t have to. . .” He said to himself as she left the coffee shop. She had come in with thunder, and now she was leaving with sunshine. If only he didn’t have to push her away from him. If only. He stood up a few moments later, folded up his sister's letter and then threw away the cup of black coffee.
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