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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 10:38:14 GMT -5
My words seemed to have some deep, emotional effect, though she didnt reply right away. I exhaled, crossing my arms over my chest as I faced her. I didnt look down or away, I kept my gaze steady in hopes that it might tell her I was serious- if she didnt believe me. When she finally spoke, it was two simple words. They congradulated me, covered over my whole speech, all my feelings and thoughts that had finally come to the light. Two simple words, and I felt like the biggest ass on the planet, right in that moment. I try to keep my face expressionless, though I knew I was probably failing- and miserably, at that. "Im sorry, it.. it was just that Im not used to people being able to hurt me- both physically and emotionally." I explain, the last part with a rueful, wry smile.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 10:49:19 GMT -5
Jrew quirked her mouth to the side, wringing her hands together nervously. She hadn't planned on any of this happening, therefore she had thought about what she would say. It was not something she was used to. Normally Jrew knew everything that was going to happen, nothing was out of order, but it seemed Caleb always mixed her up. I'm sorry about your nose. At least it went back straight. Her hand seemed to move by itself, a finger running down his nose. Jrew pulled her hand back, looking at it as if it were a monster. She swallowed and wiping her hands down the front of her dress- they had been sweating.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 11:03:14 GMT -5
I was always better with words than actions- especially when it came to name calling. But, Jrew seemed to mix me up. I stuttered, I had to actually think about what I was going to say in a sad attempt not to make an utter fool out of myself- which, I was pretty sure, I had failed at about two months ago. "I dont give a fuck about my nose." I reply, green eyes widening slightly as she reached up to run her finger down my nose. I sigh at her expression after she does, the way she wiped her hand down the from of her dress. As if I carried some horrible disease, or as if I were the disease itself. "Y'know.. I really do want to take responsibility for them, you can put my name on the birth certificate- if you want to. I want them to be able to hunt me down, if they ever want to." I say, shifting on my feet.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 11:10:09 GMT -5
Jrew looked up at him quizzically. Did he really want that? She remembered Gale's father (her's to, if it wasn't for the fact she refused to accept him that way) and how much trouble it had been for him. Child support, visitations, other stuff that no one wanted to deal with. But that was for a divorced couple, and Jrew hardly thought that Caleb would want to marry her. She looked down the street at a mother with three toddlers. Her eyes followed them for a moment. That would be her in a short time, a single mother with two kids. I don't- are you sure? That could lead to a world of problems for both of us. Jrew replied, fumbling with the strings on her bag. It was getting hot and she could feel her dress sticking at the waist.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 11:19:09 GMT -5
I hate the questioning look on her face. Did I really seem that irresponsible, was it really that ahrd for her to imagine me being a good father. An absent one, given, but a father when the time came. My dark green gaze follows her to the mother but I dont watch them, instead taking the moment to look at Jrew. She looked good, as always, even back in high school she'd been hot. "Im sure." I reply steadily, nodding my head once in confirmation. "Do.. you want to come inside? Get something to drink." I ask, my closing sentence totally lame. All I really wanted to do was spend more time with her, get more time to try and convince her I was serious, perhaps even.. no. She'd never want to be with me again, especially after what I'd done to her.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 11:35:07 GMT -5
Jrew looked towards his apartment and her eyes glazed over, hiding any emotion. The memory of last being there was not good- awful, even. She ran a hand over her arm, and nodded. Even if it was a bad place, she was thirsty and it was hot out. Her eyes didn't waver as they walked to the apartment and she shut the door quietly behind them. She looked around, it hadn't changed much. The room was much cooler than outside and she started to feel sick, but less sick at the same time. Where she had tripped, punched Caleb, and been called a world of names was exactly the same. Jrew's stomach churned and she pressed a hand to her stomach. It quieted for a moment, then violently lurched. She dropped her purse and ran to the sink, immediately throwing up. Her hair fell around her face and she had to stand on her tippy-toes to actually reach the back of the sink, so not to get it on Caleb's counter.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 11:54:13 GMT -5
She nods and I hold the door open for her and she breezes past me, the scent of her perfume hitting me a moment later. It was nice and light, with a hint of flowers. I shake my head at myself and hurry to catch up with Jrew as she lets herself into my apartment- I had left the door open, after all. I shut it lightly behind us and watch as she looks around, a hand against her stomach. I bite my lip, trying to think of something to say. Would she like something to drink? Well, that and the air conditioning was the whole reason we came up here. Jrew suddenly drops her purse and rushes to the sink, the sound of retching meeting my ears a moment later. I mutter a curse under my breath and follow her, coming up behind her to gather her hair into my hands. I hold it back as she pukes, making sure that none of the vomit gets into it, a sink could easily be washed out. I frown start to pat her back before stopping, feeling like an idiot and as it I was intruding.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 12:02:23 GMT -5
Jrew finished her retching and put her elbows on the sink, head rested on her hands. Her stomach hurt and she felt lightheaded. How about that drink? She breathed, voice soft. A towel rack was beside her and she grabbed one, wiping up her mouth and turning on the sink, watching as everything swirled down the drain. She turned off the water and straightened up, turning to look at Caleb. Jrew put her hands on the counter behind her. Uh, thanks.. and sorry. Her shoulders lifted in another shrug, but only barely. (Ack, I didn't really know what to put)
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 12:08:19 GMT -5
"Yeah, the drink." I repeat, nodding once. I turn to the fridge and tug the door open, bending over to inspect its contents. Twelve pack of Ice House, case of Dr Peppers, and one bottled water, probably left over from when Hannah had stayed here. I grab the bottled water and hand it to Jrew, leaning back casually against the fridge. "No biggie." I reply, shrugging as if I had pregnant girls vomit in my sink everyday. I want to walk out of the kitchen and int the living room for my Dr Pepper, but I dont want to seem rude and I didnt want to just leave her alone- especially if she might barf again. "You okay?" I ask, lookng over at her. "Okay. Stupid question. Feel better?" I rephrase my question, feeling like an idiot- and not for the first time today. Probably the millionth.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 12:16:46 GMT -5
Jrew took the bottled water and took a drink, swishing it around in her mouth before spitting out in the sink. Now her mouth felt almost clean. She took another drink and swallowed it, almost able to hear as it splattered into her stomach. It didn't make her feel sick, but she wished for a bottle of Pepto Bismo. Jrew smiled at his question. Yea. She gave a simple answer and tok another drink of the water then played with the cap. There wasn't much for her to do other than stand there and look around dumbly. There was no point in asking Caleb what he had been doing in the past two months- it probably consisted of girls. And Jrew knew that it would tinge jealousy inside her, for some stupid reason.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 12:27:01 GMT -5
She took the water from my, taking a sip before spitting it into the sink. I run a hand through my hair and nod slightly as Jrew says she feel better, my green eyes looking down at the floor. Anywhere but at her. Anywhere but at the girl I had gotten pregnant, cussed out, and- miracuously- still had feelings for. What kind of person was I? What kind of father would I be? I unconsciously heave a sigh before straightening back up as if suddenly filled with boldness. "How've things been for you?" I ask, deciding to make casual conversation. Better than just standing here and staring at each other at least. I keep my gaze on her steadily for a few moments before finally losing my nerve and looking away.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 12:49:01 GMT -5
Jrew looked about thoughtfully, deciding what she should and shouldn't tell him. I've been throwing some knives, listening to a freaked out God-mother, and dealing with a hormonal brother. True, there were many more things that had happened in the two month's she'd seen him, but some of them were not in his best interest to hear. Her chest vibrated then and her eyes opened wider, then she remembered her phone. Jrew picked out the phone quickly, hoping Caleb hadn't seen and looked at the message. Of course, it was something about Gale and his increasing problems at school. She rolled her eyes and put it back in her bra. I also got a new phone. And shorts..It was risky, visiting that night in her words again. How about you?
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 13:03:14 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows slightly as she says she's been throwing knives, but decide to just let that go. She couldnt really be throwing knives, could she? Nah. I nod as Jrew continues and look down at my bare feet- I'd dropped my flip flops on the way in. I dont notice when she picks her phone out of her bra, I was still wallowing in my self pity that made my eyes focus on the floor. I look back up as Jrew says she got a new phone and some shorts. "But.. the glowing panties.." I say, unable to help myself. I chuckle and shake my head slightly, glancing away from her. "I really have no clue where those wrnt." I add. I shrug as she asks about me- she was probably only being polite. "Got a job at the Starbucks, upgraded to a better car." I say, finishing with yet another shrug- my shoulders were getting a work out today.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 13:14:37 GMT -5
Jrew gave him a sincere smile and shook her head. Ah, I stil have those. At least he didn't know she was, in fact, wearing them at that moment. Her eyebrows raised automatically and she clapped her hands. Congrats. It was the second time she'd told him this, but she hoped he understood she wasn't trying to be sarcastic. Jrew was over acting like little kid, she had no choice but to be. A look around the room distracted her momentarily. She pulled her hair over one shoulder. It had been streaked with a light orange color that, according to the man who dyed her hair, made her eyes pop. She didn't think so, it just made her look more orange.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 13:23:02 GMT -5
I chuckle as she tells me she still had her glowing underwear and I nod, looking away once more. I didnt want her to see just how clearly I remembered that night, how every little detail stood out in my mind. I swallow a lump that had suddenly formed in my throat. "Thanks." I say quietly, scuffing my right foot against the tile of the kitchen floor. "You.. want to stay for lunch or something?" I ask, bringing my dark green gaze back up to her's. I notice the little orange streaks in her hair, bringing out her eyes. I quickly look away, turning around to pull a Dr Pepper out of the fridge before popping the top of the can. "Not that it'll be anything fancy." I add with a shrug, looking through the fridge's contents. Probably a hot pocket or something; I think with a sigh.
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