Post by HburgEagle44 on Apr 23, 2012 0:00:02 GMT -5
I. Am. A horrible person... Here's a NICE LONG UPDATE for your patience... *berates herself for making the readers wait so long*
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“We’re goin’ nowhere.” Damian sat, almost tensed, waiting for my response.
“What?” I asked after a moment of stunned silence. I expected something a little more dramatic...
“We’re goin’ nowhere,” he repeated. “You know. Nowhere. Like where Christopher Robin used to go when he did nothin’.”
“You really read those books?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said in surprise. “Didn’t you?”
“And where would nowhere happen to be?” I asked, disregarding the question.
“I dunno,” he said.
“I think we should go hang out, eat some lunch, go to a movie, something like that,” Hannah cut in. “You know, just enjoy ourselves. Enjoy being friends. Just enjoy. I mean, we only have a couple more weekends before the cold front hits. Let’s have fun.”
“Lunch and a movie?” Conor asked.
“It’s better than dinner and a movie,” Hannah said dryly.
He nodded.
Damian turned onto the exit and we proceeded to the mall. We drove up and parked. “Well, let’s go inside, shall we?” he asked, getting out and locking it.
We all walked up to the mall and walked inside, the food court directly to our right. Hannah frowned. “Damian, this is seriously your idea of going to lunch?”
He shrugged. “It’d be easy to get to the movies from here. Just go around the corner, and you’re there. Besides, goin’ to lunch could easily mean McDonald’s.”
“Ugh,” I said without thinking.
They all looked at me and started laughing. I stared belligerently back at them. “That wasn’t funny,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “McDonald’s is disgusting. All fast food is gross, thanks to my English teacher. He made us read a stupid book about fast food.” I rolled my eyes. “Will you please stop laughing?”
This, of course, started another round of laughing. I took advantage of this to go look at movies. I grinned. “Do you want to watch ___?” I called back to them, going to the ticket counter and asking for four tickets. They could pay me back later.
I walked back to them. “We’re watching ___ today,” I announced.
Damian gave me a strange look. “I thought that came out a long time ago.”
“No, that was the first one,” I said. “This is the second one. I’m excited. I’ve been wanting to see this for a long time.” I nodded resolutely. “We’re going. It starts in half an hour.”
“With twenty minutes of commercials,” Hannah said.
“True,” I said. “Okay, it really starts in fifty minutes.”
“Okay,” Damian said. “But only because I see that you already bought the tickets.”
I smiled. “Yes, I did.”
“I’ve wanted to see this. You’re not the only one, don’t worry,” Hannah said. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just a boy, anyway.”
Boys are stupid ran through my mind. I grinned. “Just a boy.”
We ate quickly before wandering around the mall for a while. We walked through several shops before we decided mutually that it would be a good time to go and watch the movie. We went in and, claiming our chairs, sat down and watched twenty minutes of commercials. And then the real movie came on.
I watched the movie eagerly. It was intense, getting into me. Oh, yeah, this is much better than staying at home, doing nothing.
“Tressa,” Conor whispered to me about halfway through the movie, “you’re cryin’.”
I put my hand up to my face and found tears there, to my surprise. The movie wasn’t sad. Maybe I just needed to let my tears flow. I shrugged. “It must be the reflection from the screen.”
Conor raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
“Why are you whisperin’?” Damian whispered, a small smile on his face.
I just threw him a look and started watching the movie again. The next scene started and I grew worried. It was going to be emotional, I just knew it. I didn’t last well in emotional scenes. I watched with dread. My eyes got wider and wider and I blinked harder and harder, keeping the tears from coming out.
Michael laughed. “What are you doing?” he teased me. “It’s not that sad. Come on, stop crying.”
I glared at him through my tears. “You just don’t understand,” I sobbed shakily. “It’s just so beautiful and so sad.” I sighed.
He laughed again, the happiest laugh I had ever heard in my life. “I have to admit, I choked up a bit there at the end, too. But you shouldn’t cry. It’s not real, you know. People don’t really give their lives for other people.” His voice took a more serious tone. “They should. But too many people love themselves more than the person they could be saving. Sad, right?”
I stood up with a start. “I need a moment,” I whispered to Hannah, who nodded. I walked out of the theater, my head high, my walk confident, but inside, I was breaking.
I went into the bathroom, relieved that it was empty. I looked in the mirror at my flaming hair and red-rimmed eyes and asked myself, “Why? Why did I let him?” I sobbed for a moment and kept asking myself the same question.
Someone walked in and stopped. “Oh, I’m sorry...” she said, very embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” I said. The kind of thing where you say ‘It’s fine’ and everybody knows it’s not. “I was just leaving anyway.” Yeah, right.
She smiled uncomfortably and I walked out of the restroom. I wandered up and down the halls. Did movie theaters have halls? I can always see the movie later. When nobody’s around to see me cry.
I had just settled into a comfortable pacing method when I heard, “Tressa, are you all right?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Hi,” I said. “I’m okay.”
Damian looked worried. “Well, you’ve been out here for about twenty minutes. You’re missin’ a great movie.”
“I’m fine. Promise.” I smiled. “I’m just thinking. I have a lot to think about.”
“Well... do you think you’re gonna be comin’ back into the movie?”
I shook my head silently.
“Okay. Do you want to leave?”
“No!” I exclaimed.
His huge blue eyes got bigger before he blinked a couple of times in surprise. “Well. I suppose we’ll just finish watchin’ the movie and then we’ll come back to you. And then we can figure out what to do from there.” He left me there, throwing a worried look back at me.
I sat down against the wall and waited for them to all come back out of the theater. A mall employee passed by, giving me a funny look, but I ignored him and he ignored me.
Thirty long minutes later, they came out.
“Tressa!” Hannah exclaimed. “You’ve just been sitting here this whole time?”
I nodded.
“Are you okay?” Conor asked. “Do you need to see the doctor or somethin’? Are you dizzy?”
“I’m fine. Physically, at least,” I managed to choke out.
“We need to talk,” Hannah said quietly to the boys, who magically disappeared.
I put my head down. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“You know, you put up a good appearance of being tough and having lots of attitude. But I think that’s just covering up a broken heart.” Hannah waited for me to answer. “Am I right?”
I nodded slowly. “Very right.”
“Want to talk about it?”
I looked into her face for the first time. “With Lindsay. At my house.”
She nodded. “Okay. Do you want any of the guys there? Or should it just be a girl thing?”
I bit my lip. “Just Damian and Conor. Not Cameron or Keith or Neil. If that George guy was here, maybe I’d let him. He sounds really nice.” I shook my head. “But just Damian and Conor.”
She nodded. “I’ll get right on that.” She held out her hand to help me up. “Come on, let’s go.”
I took her hand and got up. We walked over to where the cousins were standing awkwardly. “We’re going to my house,” I said. “With Lindsay. I think I owe it to you to tell you why I’m so emotional.”
Conor turned bright red but didn’t say anything.
“What?” I demanded.
“It’s just that, well, when girls, you know, are emotional, that usually means...” His voice trailed away and he looked at Hannah helplessly. “Never mind. Let’s go find out why you’re so... emotional.” He winced when he said that word.
Damian rolled his eyes. “Do we need to pick up Lindsay?”
I nodded. “Probably. She doesn’t know that she’s coming to my house, though.” I turned to Conor. “And your accent gets really thick when you’re embarrassed, so I’m not exactly sure what you said. But I think that’s a good thing, right?”
He nodded. “Definitely.”
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“We’re goin’ nowhere.” Damian sat, almost tensed, waiting for my response.
“What?” I asked after a moment of stunned silence. I expected something a little more dramatic...
“We’re goin’ nowhere,” he repeated. “You know. Nowhere. Like where Christopher Robin used to go when he did nothin’.”
“You really read those books?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said in surprise. “Didn’t you?”
“And where would nowhere happen to be?” I asked, disregarding the question.
“I dunno,” he said.
“I think we should go hang out, eat some lunch, go to a movie, something like that,” Hannah cut in. “You know, just enjoy ourselves. Enjoy being friends. Just enjoy. I mean, we only have a couple more weekends before the cold front hits. Let’s have fun.”
“Lunch and a movie?” Conor asked.
“It’s better than dinner and a movie,” Hannah said dryly.
He nodded.
Damian turned onto the exit and we proceeded to the mall. We drove up and parked. “Well, let’s go inside, shall we?” he asked, getting out and locking it.
We all walked up to the mall and walked inside, the food court directly to our right. Hannah frowned. “Damian, this is seriously your idea of going to lunch?”
He shrugged. “It’d be easy to get to the movies from here. Just go around the corner, and you’re there. Besides, goin’ to lunch could easily mean McDonald’s.”
“Ugh,” I said without thinking.
They all looked at me and started laughing. I stared belligerently back at them. “That wasn’t funny,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “McDonald’s is disgusting. All fast food is gross, thanks to my English teacher. He made us read a stupid book about fast food.” I rolled my eyes. “Will you please stop laughing?”
This, of course, started another round of laughing. I took advantage of this to go look at movies. I grinned. “Do you want to watch ___?” I called back to them, going to the ticket counter and asking for four tickets. They could pay me back later.
I walked back to them. “We’re watching ___ today,” I announced.
Damian gave me a strange look. “I thought that came out a long time ago.”
“No, that was the first one,” I said. “This is the second one. I’m excited. I’ve been wanting to see this for a long time.” I nodded resolutely. “We’re going. It starts in half an hour.”
“With twenty minutes of commercials,” Hannah said.
“True,” I said. “Okay, it really starts in fifty minutes.”
“Okay,” Damian said. “But only because I see that you already bought the tickets.”
I smiled. “Yes, I did.”
“I’ve wanted to see this. You’re not the only one, don’t worry,” Hannah said. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just a boy, anyway.”
Boys are stupid ran through my mind. I grinned. “Just a boy.”
We ate quickly before wandering around the mall for a while. We walked through several shops before we decided mutually that it would be a good time to go and watch the movie. We went in and, claiming our chairs, sat down and watched twenty minutes of commercials. And then the real movie came on.
I watched the movie eagerly. It was intense, getting into me. Oh, yeah, this is much better than staying at home, doing nothing.
“Tressa,” Conor whispered to me about halfway through the movie, “you’re cryin’.”
I put my hand up to my face and found tears there, to my surprise. The movie wasn’t sad. Maybe I just needed to let my tears flow. I shrugged. “It must be the reflection from the screen.”
Conor raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
“Why are you whisperin’?” Damian whispered, a small smile on his face.
I just threw him a look and started watching the movie again. The next scene started and I grew worried. It was going to be emotional, I just knew it. I didn’t last well in emotional scenes. I watched with dread. My eyes got wider and wider and I blinked harder and harder, keeping the tears from coming out.
Michael laughed. “What are you doing?” he teased me. “It’s not that sad. Come on, stop crying.”
I glared at him through my tears. “You just don’t understand,” I sobbed shakily. “It’s just so beautiful and so sad.” I sighed.
He laughed again, the happiest laugh I had ever heard in my life. “I have to admit, I choked up a bit there at the end, too. But you shouldn’t cry. It’s not real, you know. People don’t really give their lives for other people.” His voice took a more serious tone. “They should. But too many people love themselves more than the person they could be saving. Sad, right?”
I stood up with a start. “I need a moment,” I whispered to Hannah, who nodded. I walked out of the theater, my head high, my walk confident, but inside, I was breaking.
I went into the bathroom, relieved that it was empty. I looked in the mirror at my flaming hair and red-rimmed eyes and asked myself, “Why? Why did I let him?” I sobbed for a moment and kept asking myself the same question.
Someone walked in and stopped. “Oh, I’m sorry...” she said, very embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” I said. The kind of thing where you say ‘It’s fine’ and everybody knows it’s not. “I was just leaving anyway.” Yeah, right.
She smiled uncomfortably and I walked out of the restroom. I wandered up and down the halls. Did movie theaters have halls? I can always see the movie later. When nobody’s around to see me cry.
I had just settled into a comfortable pacing method when I heard, “Tressa, are you all right?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Hi,” I said. “I’m okay.”
Damian looked worried. “Well, you’ve been out here for about twenty minutes. You’re missin’ a great movie.”
“I’m fine. Promise.” I smiled. “I’m just thinking. I have a lot to think about.”
“Well... do you think you’re gonna be comin’ back into the movie?”
I shook my head silently.
“Okay. Do you want to leave?”
“No!” I exclaimed.
His huge blue eyes got bigger before he blinked a couple of times in surprise. “Well. I suppose we’ll just finish watchin’ the movie and then we’ll come back to you. And then we can figure out what to do from there.” He left me there, throwing a worried look back at me.
I sat down against the wall and waited for them to all come back out of the theater. A mall employee passed by, giving me a funny look, but I ignored him and he ignored me.
Thirty long minutes later, they came out.
“Tressa!” Hannah exclaimed. “You’ve just been sitting here this whole time?”
I nodded.
“Are you okay?” Conor asked. “Do you need to see the doctor or somethin’? Are you dizzy?”
“I’m fine. Physically, at least,” I managed to choke out.
“We need to talk,” Hannah said quietly to the boys, who magically disappeared.
I put my head down. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“You know, you put up a good appearance of being tough and having lots of attitude. But I think that’s just covering up a broken heart.” Hannah waited for me to answer. “Am I right?”
I nodded slowly. “Very right.”
“Want to talk about it?”
I looked into her face for the first time. “With Lindsay. At my house.”
She nodded. “Okay. Do you want any of the guys there? Or should it just be a girl thing?”
I bit my lip. “Just Damian and Conor. Not Cameron or Keith or Neil. If that George guy was here, maybe I’d let him. He sounds really nice.” I shook my head. “But just Damian and Conor.”
She nodded. “I’ll get right on that.” She held out her hand to help me up. “Come on, let’s go.”
I took her hand and got up. We walked over to where the cousins were standing awkwardly. “We’re going to my house,” I said. “With Lindsay. I think I owe it to you to tell you why I’m so emotional.”
Conor turned bright red but didn’t say anything.
“What?” I demanded.
“It’s just that, well, when girls, you know, are emotional, that usually means...” His voice trailed away and he looked at Hannah helplessly. “Never mind. Let’s go find out why you’re so... emotional.” He winced when he said that word.
Damian rolled his eyes. “Do we need to pick up Lindsay?”
I nodded. “Probably. She doesn’t know that she’s coming to my house, though.” I turned to Conor. “And your accent gets really thick when you’re embarrassed, so I’m not exactly sure what you said. But I think that’s a good thing, right?”
He nodded. “Definitely.”