Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Aug 20, 2006 8:12:23 GMT -5
Foolish arguments, no, call them what they were. Honest to honest, fights. He’d never hit her and he never would, but in his mind he found what he’d done far worse. He’d screamed at her, yelled at the girl he said he loved. Out of fury, her own voice rose, then he did the worst mistake he could have made. He left, he left her, and he left them. The small figure was left clutching her own self on the steps of her house as he drove out of sight, still fuming and angered. Not until he’d awoken the next morning had he regretted it. This was nothing compared to what they’d had before. It was over, he couldn’t believe it, but it was over.
She didn’t laugh, she never laughed anymore. A month of sorrow, mechanically going to school and coming back. The same faces were there every day, but not the one wanted. She’d ceased to see him since the fight, feeling as if a part of her had broken off inside. She had never realized how much he meant to her until he was gone. How complete he made her feel though at times she had still felt shattered, but nothing compared to the ache she had now. She missed him, she thought she could care for herself but now that he was gone she so desperately wanted him back. Brian Carter, the keeper of her heart, the breaker of it, the tormentor...the man she loved.
Sneakers kicked a small rock toward the chain fence that surrounded the somewhat small basketball court, her friend dribbling the ball and running around in circles around her as he coaxed her to play. She lightly growled at him, glancing to the right and growing quickly annoyed as he blocked her view of the figure she knew she saw. When she finally shoved him to the ground with one hard push she looked up, seeing the hooded figure gone. Tears welled in her eyes. He had been here; she knew it. With a sharp intake of breath she excused herself, fleeing through the school halls and out the entrance, heading toward home as quickly as possible.
Gray hoodie was drawn over his sandy blond hair, hiding his face as he walked down the sidewalk. He was barely aware of how he was wandering toward Snakespeare High until he saw the basketball court. His eyes watched an interesting kid dribble around some poor girl, stopping for a moment to watch. Alex. That idiot was dribbling around his girl. He leaned against the fence, glaring at the boy, but he knew he could not intervene. Alex wouldn’t thank him in the least bit. He watched longingly, seeing her eyes look past the entertained boy and toward his direction. He didn’t need this. His footsteps hurried forward away from the young couple, out of view as he continued his lone walk of nothingness.
As he neared home he saw the fragile figure ahead, alarms going off inside his head at full blast. He quickened his pace, keeping his head down, hidden by his hood as he ruthlessly plunged past her and toward his house. He turned in, retreating inside and quickly moving to the blinds. His fingers opened them only slightly so he could look out and watch her walk up her own drive, obviously distraught. She must have known it was he. How? It was impossible to tell…she was Alex.
Curled up much like a cat on the couch before her TV set she flipped through the channels madly with her remote, resting on Grease for a few moments. The musical went on, the blonde dragging out her notes as she practically wept, obviously about to write her long lost boyfriend a letter. Alex knew nothing of the story and didn’t much care, she was already ransacking her cabinets for the small heart shaped chocolates she knew she had bought about a month or so ago. Retrieving them quickly, she ran to her room, taking out a sheet of paper and beginning to write, a determined but solemn look on her face.
He stood over his bike in the driveway, idly polishing the leather seat with the dampened cloth. A sigh escaped him as he paused, sinking down to his bum and closing his eyes. It had been a week since the quoted break-up and how he missed her. Why had he doubted their relationship? He missed everything about her, her touch, her smell, her kiss, and her laugh...everything. He longed to hold her feisty body in his arms again even if it did earn him a smack in the head. That was always fun. A smile crept up on him as he stared out to the horizon, thinking of her, wishing she were here. Wishing he could take back everything he had said, but she'd probably already hooked up with some other guy. He was the last person she wanted to see.
His hands ran over the seat, polish staining his fingertips and making him groan. He began to wipe them on a cloth, somewhat sensing a presence, but not bothering to look up at the nimbly approaching figure. The more he worked the less focused his mind became and the sooner the pain would dull.
The lone figure stood up against the wall of the house that was two homes away from Brian's. She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing and then reopening again. Turning, she looked around the corner to watch him, an envelope in her hand. It had a heart shaped chocolate taped to it and an in cursive writing it said "To Brian."
She took a deep breath and slowly walked toward where he was. But she saw he wasn't even paying attention. Then, deciding not to walk up to him, she went toward the front door as quiet as possible. She placed the envelope on top of the welcome mat and then turned and left, quickly. The letter inside read:
Brian,
I'm sorry for what has happened between us. This isn't what I wanted. I can barely breath without seeing you, and it's been a week since the last time I've laid eyes on you. If I was you and I returned to me, I'd call me a pregnant dog, a very *friendly* person, and a sleeper so many times. But I doubt I'll be seeing you ever again.
xoxo
Alex
All was written in neat, handwritten cursive of the very girl who had so bravely dropped the letter there. There was a spot on the piece of paper she wrote on, it looked like a water drop, but it was a teardrop. Though the letter had been short and sweet she had still put all emotion she could in it and could only hope he would see it. Now she only prayed he would read it and not toss it aside.
Brian had looked back up just in time to see a rather familiar figure walking down the sidewalk, his eyebrow raising in confusion as he stood and backed his bike back up into the garage. What had brought the lone visitor here? He closed the large door quickly and ran to the smaller entrance door, stepping on something neither soft nor sharp and hearing a quiet crunch. His eyes went downward, black leather boot removing itself from the paper. The first thing he grabbed was the heart-shaped chocolate, walking inside, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth before beginning to read the fine cursive. He was hungry, even in his misery he had to eat.
He smiled as he finished, knowing at once who the figure he had seen outside was. He lightly set down the letter on his coffee table before walking outside, not bothering to lock his door as he jogged down the street and toward her house. A smile was on his lips as he ran to the door, not bothering to knock before turning the handle and rushing inside. He wandered quickly to her room, stopping silently at her doorway and watching silently before softly commenting. “Babe, I see you right now.”
I couldn't resist, I had to write an angsty type of story and when I saw Brian on Werewolves Unite I put two and two together. I don't think it turned out half bad. <<;
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She didn’t laugh, she never laughed anymore. A month of sorrow, mechanically going to school and coming back. The same faces were there every day, but not the one wanted. She’d ceased to see him since the fight, feeling as if a part of her had broken off inside. She had never realized how much he meant to her until he was gone. How complete he made her feel though at times she had still felt shattered, but nothing compared to the ache she had now. She missed him, she thought she could care for herself but now that he was gone she so desperately wanted him back. Brian Carter, the keeper of her heart, the breaker of it, the tormentor...the man she loved.
Sneakers kicked a small rock toward the chain fence that surrounded the somewhat small basketball court, her friend dribbling the ball and running around in circles around her as he coaxed her to play. She lightly growled at him, glancing to the right and growing quickly annoyed as he blocked her view of the figure she knew she saw. When she finally shoved him to the ground with one hard push she looked up, seeing the hooded figure gone. Tears welled in her eyes. He had been here; she knew it. With a sharp intake of breath she excused herself, fleeing through the school halls and out the entrance, heading toward home as quickly as possible.
___
Gray hoodie was drawn over his sandy blond hair, hiding his face as he walked down the sidewalk. He was barely aware of how he was wandering toward Snakespeare High until he saw the basketball court. His eyes watched an interesting kid dribble around some poor girl, stopping for a moment to watch. Alex. That idiot was dribbling around his girl. He leaned against the fence, glaring at the boy, but he knew he could not intervene. Alex wouldn’t thank him in the least bit. He watched longingly, seeing her eyes look past the entertained boy and toward his direction. He didn’t need this. His footsteps hurried forward away from the young couple, out of view as he continued his lone walk of nothingness.
As he neared home he saw the fragile figure ahead, alarms going off inside his head at full blast. He quickened his pace, keeping his head down, hidden by his hood as he ruthlessly plunged past her and toward his house. He turned in, retreating inside and quickly moving to the blinds. His fingers opened them only slightly so he could look out and watch her walk up her own drive, obviously distraught. She must have known it was he. How? It was impossible to tell…she was Alex.
___
Curled up much like a cat on the couch before her TV set she flipped through the channels madly with her remote, resting on Grease for a few moments. The musical went on, the blonde dragging out her notes as she practically wept, obviously about to write her long lost boyfriend a letter. Alex knew nothing of the story and didn’t much care, she was already ransacking her cabinets for the small heart shaped chocolates she knew she had bought about a month or so ago. Retrieving them quickly, she ran to her room, taking out a sheet of paper and beginning to write, a determined but solemn look on her face.
___
He stood over his bike in the driveway, idly polishing the leather seat with the dampened cloth. A sigh escaped him as he paused, sinking down to his bum and closing his eyes. It had been a week since the quoted break-up and how he missed her. Why had he doubted their relationship? He missed everything about her, her touch, her smell, her kiss, and her laugh...everything. He longed to hold her feisty body in his arms again even if it did earn him a smack in the head. That was always fun. A smile crept up on him as he stared out to the horizon, thinking of her, wishing she were here. Wishing he could take back everything he had said, but she'd probably already hooked up with some other guy. He was the last person she wanted to see.
His hands ran over the seat, polish staining his fingertips and making him groan. He began to wipe them on a cloth, somewhat sensing a presence, but not bothering to look up at the nimbly approaching figure. The more he worked the less focused his mind became and the sooner the pain would dull.
___
The lone figure stood up against the wall of the house that was two homes away from Brian's. She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing and then reopening again. Turning, she looked around the corner to watch him, an envelope in her hand. It had a heart shaped chocolate taped to it and an in cursive writing it said "To Brian."
She took a deep breath and slowly walked toward where he was. But she saw he wasn't even paying attention. Then, deciding not to walk up to him, she went toward the front door as quiet as possible. She placed the envelope on top of the welcome mat and then turned and left, quickly. The letter inside read:
Brian,
I'm sorry for what has happened between us. This isn't what I wanted. I can barely breath without seeing you, and it's been a week since the last time I've laid eyes on you. If I was you and I returned to me, I'd call me a pregnant dog, a very *friendly* person, and a sleeper so many times. But I doubt I'll be seeing you ever again.
xoxo
Alex
All was written in neat, handwritten cursive of the very girl who had so bravely dropped the letter there. There was a spot on the piece of paper she wrote on, it looked like a water drop, but it was a teardrop. Though the letter had been short and sweet she had still put all emotion she could in it and could only hope he would see it. Now she only prayed he would read it and not toss it aside.
___
Brian had looked back up just in time to see a rather familiar figure walking down the sidewalk, his eyebrow raising in confusion as he stood and backed his bike back up into the garage. What had brought the lone visitor here? He closed the large door quickly and ran to the smaller entrance door, stepping on something neither soft nor sharp and hearing a quiet crunch. His eyes went downward, black leather boot removing itself from the paper. The first thing he grabbed was the heart-shaped chocolate, walking inside, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth before beginning to read the fine cursive. He was hungry, even in his misery he had to eat.
He smiled as he finished, knowing at once who the figure he had seen outside was. He lightly set down the letter on his coffee table before walking outside, not bothering to lock his door as he jogged down the street and toward her house. A smile was on his lips as he ran to the door, not bothering to knock before turning the handle and rushing inside. He wandered quickly to her room, stopping silently at her doorway and watching silently before softly commenting. “Babe, I see you right now.”
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I couldn't resist, I had to write an angsty type of story and when I saw Brian on Werewolves Unite I put two and two together. I don't think it turned out half bad. <<;