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Post by kccupcake on Jul 27, 2010 19:59:00 GMT -5
I'm not that great with introductions/introducing so i'll just cut to the chase by saying, hope you enjoy it!Love to Hate You ___________________
I took one look at myself in the 3-sided full length mirror. I couldn’t possibly believe that I was to be here instead of out on the track doing my warm up laps for today’s track meet. I also couldn’t believe I was forced to wear this dress! I surely do love my sister, I do. But when it came down to clothes, she and I had different styles. Mine being the more, laid back, jeans and a decent top kind of style. While hers is a bit more feminine- dresses, ruffles, laces, etc.
But I reminded myself that once this wedding was over, this dress didn’t have any hope against me and a pair of scissors. That, being the only thing that comforted me through this day so far. And I was glad to have it, seeing as what was on the agenda today; deciding hair styles, floral arrangements, visiting the venue for the wedding and reception-which was to be at some beautiful estate-, and lastly dress fittings.
Maid of Honor; that’s what I get for being the bride’s only sister. Anyways, I looked like giant fluffy, pink marshmallow and it was frightening.
“Hey Emma, I’m going to venture out for a bit of fresh air.” I said to my sister.
“Kay, be back soon though.”
I promised her and then left. When I got outside I took in a nice lungful of fresh air, then started thinking. It probably seems like I have a dislike for weddings, or anything that has to do with it. Except that isn’t the case at all. I love attending them and being apart of them.
It’s just that I wasn’t in mood to be submerged in all of this stuff. My mind was mostly somewhere else…college. College applications were due soon and I still wasn’t sure where I really wanted to go yet. Whether it be near home, another county or even another country. But there was a whole other worry about college also…acceptance.
A little tinkle noise interrupted my thoughts- text message from Rose.
‘Hey how’s the dress looking? Anyways, the meet isn’t over yet but I think our undefeated season so far will stay that way! ’
I texted back immediately. ‘Really?! that’s fantastic! Wait, aren’t you suppose to be running something right now? & don’t even ask about the dress haha.’
It was about a minute later that I received a reply. ‘Nope it’s 55 meter dash now, but I’m up next. & fine, I won’t ask. But you better send me a picture!’
‘You better go before coach goes looking for ya then. & not happening ’
As I hit the send button I heard someone approaching behind. Though I didn’t think much of it since lots of others were staying at the estate as guests.
“Hm, is little bo peep looking for her lost sheep?” The unknown person joked, mocking me.
Little bo peep? That was actually a good one, bit disappointed that I didn’t think of it myself along with ‘Pink Marshmallow.’ I turned around to face this mysterious jokester. hmm, more anyone? haha feeback appreciated!
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Post by laurenne on Jul 27, 2010 22:13:57 GMT -5
Loved the little bo beep. More soon, please.
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Post by swimgurl96 on Jul 29, 2010 14:46:39 GMT -5
Hee hee! I love this!! I've got a feeling I know who this jokester is.... please update soon!
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Post by celticbear on Aug 4, 2010 1:15:22 GMT -5
Kcc I have a feeling the Little Bo Peep line came from Damo. What a way for your lovebirds to meet. Update soon. Me likey and want more.
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Post by aliblast on Aug 5, 2010 21:52:37 GMT -5
oooooo, I like it! Don't stop there!
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Post by kccupcake on Aug 9, 2010 18:51:22 GMT -5
Here's the next update, enjoy!“Hm, is little bo peep looking for her lost sheep?” The unknown person joked, mocking my outfit.
Little bo peep? That was actually a good one., bit disappointed that I didn’t think of it myself along with ‘Pink Marshmallow.’ I turned around to face this mysterious jokester.
I almost laughed when I saw his own outfit. “Says the guy in that get up.” He was wearing white from head to toe, literally.
“It’s not a get up,” he said in matter of fact tone. “it’s a costume for a song I sing and we’re doing some filming today.”
“Right, okay well,” I stared at him, thinking he looks vaguely familiar. “Wait a minute, aren’t you in my photography class?…Yeah! The guy that’s like always gone!”
He started to recognize me also. “Oh yeah, and you’re the overachiever girl.”
Right as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. He immediately tried to apologized, but before he got it all out I interrupted.
“I’m So--”
“I am not an overachiever.” I said through my gritted teeth. “Am I officially labeled as that now?”
He tried to console me. “Well I’m sure not everyone thinks so…”
“Oh and I’m sure you would know, you’re here everyday!” I replied, sarcastically.
“The only reason I miss some school is because I’m on tour with the group.” he defended.
“And I’m sure being a famous singer, part of some famous group makes you think you’re above me then?” I scoffed.
I could tell I offended him, and I did feel an inkling of guilt. “First off, I never said that. Second, you have no right reason to judge me!”
Me judging him? He’s gotta be out of his mind! The only reason I made that statement was because of his judgmental comment in the very beginning!
“As do you!” I could hear my voice rising. “I’m not just about academics! Why must one be labeled? Is it not normal to be good at something without having the cost of being labeled after it?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you! Because apparently through your eyes I’m always going to be a ‘some kind of snobby singer!” he retorted.
Who knew our conversation was gonna end up like this! We both, for once, were speechless. But our eyes told a different story. Hazel eyes meeting Blue eyes, both filled with frustration and rage.
“Are you always this argumentative?” he asked, obviously meant to be rhetorical.
I answered anyways. “Depends. Are you always so judgmental?”
He replied with a ‘Humph.’ Which seemed pretty childish if you ask me.
Our intent eye contact was broken when I heard a faint yell of my name from around the corner. Seconds later my mother emerged.
“Oh I’m sorry, didn’t realize you were talking with someone.” Mrs. McClure apologized.
“It’s alright mom. Did you need something?” I tried to calm my voice.
“Oh right, I need you to come in and change out of that dress or else you’ll get it dirty for the wedding and we’d have to buy you a new one.”
“One could only wish.” I grumbled.
I heard coughing beside me, clearly trying to cover up a laugh. I shot him a glare that shut him up.
“Okay mom, be there in a sec.” I replied.
My mother left us alone again after a quick wave goodbye.
“So, not going with a traditional white dress?” he asked, noting the wedding comment.
“Uh, not unless I had a death wish with the bride,” I bent down to gather up the extra fabric of small train that draped the ground so that it wouldn’t drag on the floor as I walked. “I’m just the maid of honor, so I’m sure she’d appreciate me not clashing with her on the big day.”
“Well I must say, I think you certainly can pull off that dress without looking like a marshmallow.” he complimented.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah thanks, flattery gets you no where my friend, especially right after what just happened…I have to go now…” I left him standing there without a real goodbye.
* * * *
When we left the estate, I was left to ride home alone with my mother while Emma chose to ride home with her fiancé, Ryan. It was a three and a half hour car ride from Dublin back to Derry and I was intending to pass time by sleeping. Or so I thought.
My mom decided to strike up a conversation. “So who was that young boy you were with earlier?”
“Oh him? That was Damian.”
She turned the steering wheel to the right. “Looked like you guys were arguing, were you?”
“Actually, yeah a bit.” I answered.
“Ahh…”
“What, no more questions?” I teased, knowing my mother who loves to know every bit of details.
“No, no. No more questions,” she looked over and flashed me a grin. “I’m trying to break habits.”
A minute passed before she said another thing.
“Well that is a shame that you guys were fighting,”
“Oh really, & why is that?” I asked.
“He was actually quite a handsome fella -”
I sighed. Knowing that I didn’t want to have this kind of talk. “Mom, no don‘t even think about it.”
She laughed. “And why shouldn’t I? I think it’s time that -”
I cut her off before she finished her sentence. “Not happening mom. Plus, there are major differences between us.”
I hoped that that would end the conversation, but it didn’t.
“Oh really? Name one.” she challenged.
“Well, for one, he’s a singer.”
It was a vague reasoning. But once you knew the whole story, it explains a lot. So with that being said, my mother eventually dropped the subject. Allowing me to finally get the nap I intended on.Pleeeease comment!
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Post by laurenne on Aug 9, 2010 19:51:50 GMT -5
I absolutely loved it. So funny. More soon, please.
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Post by aliblast on Aug 10, 2010 17:52:02 GMT -5
Ha ha, Doesn't she know that opposites attract?!
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Post by swimgurl96 on Aug 11, 2010 12:23:57 GMT -5
more please!!! This is so cute!
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Post by CelticLass91 on Aug 16, 2010 0:27:33 GMT -5
update?
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Post by celticbear on Aug 17, 2010 20:40:10 GMT -5
See I was right! The Jokester turned out to be Damo! UPDATE SOON!
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Post by oceangirl1 on Aug 19, 2010 13:57:32 GMT -5
Love it so far!!!
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Post by kccupcake on Aug 30, 2010 19:17:45 GMT -5
The next day at school wasn’t so great. I was cranky, tired, and on top of all of that was that I felt sick. But of course, I couldn’t miss school today. I needed to sign p for the yearbook committee so that I could complete the rest of my school service ours that I needed for NHS-National Honor Society. The only bad thing was that there aren’t many available spots and there were other NHS kids that were most likely to sign up as well.
It was homeroom, or otherwise known to the students as- 10 minutes of doing nothing messing around, and roaming the halls. But for the teachers it was- do what you will, just nothing too stupid and outrageous that will get you or me in trouble with the principal. It’s basically a win-win situation for everyone.
I spent my 10 minutes of homeroom partially laying on the table with my legs hanging off. I really would’ve loved to drift off to sleep then, but there were two things stopping me for doing so. First, I had Natalie and Rose sitting next to me on the desk chattering away. Second, the way I was laying had me faced up to the ceiling with the glaring light.
As I was finally able to drift in and out of sleep, I heard Natalie squeal with delight. I was curious to know, but I was too tired to ask what happened.
“Look!” I heard Natalie whisper to Rose.
“Wow, he looks even cuter than a few months ago.” Rose complimented. “Kathy, wake up!”
I grumbled with displeasure as I felt her shake my arm.
She repeated herself. “Wake up, you have to see him1”
“I will…later.” I responded. Which only earned me a hard pinch on the arm.
I surrendered. “Ow! Okay I’m up!”
I sat upright as she nodded her head in his direction. “Over there.”
I looked over in that direction, managed to get a good glimpse, grunted, and laid back down without another word. I guess he’s done touring, I thought. I knew I was bound to cross paths with him at one point at school, I just didn’t want to face that fact.
“Where did that come from?” Natalie asked, referring to my loud grunt.
I tried to find a nice way and short way to summarize our encounter the other day.
“Well,” I began. “I ran into him at the estate I was visiting with my sister to check out wedding stuff, and well long story short, we got into an argument.”
“About…?” she prodded on.
I grabbed the folder sitting conveniently beside me and placed it upon my face, to shield the glaring ceiling light from my face and hoping to politely end further questions. “Uhh, don’t ask.”
Well, the questions end, but the conversation didn’t-
“Well, well. If it isn’t little bo peep.” said a familiar voice.
I stiffened from the sound of his voice. “Oh god,” I mumbled to myself.
I slipped the folder off of my face, only to reveal Damian standing- more like towering- over me with a smirk on his face.
“Nice to see you in some real colors,” I turned into my patronizing tone. “the all-white didn’t look to great.”
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind while shopping.” he answered sarcastically.
Poor Natalie and Rose, they stood they’re awkwardly feeling the tension between us.
He continued, “In the mean time, stay away from big puffy dresses, will ya?”
What? How did we get to giving non-appreciative advice? Were we now pairing our hatred with politeness now? A battle of polite hatred? Sounds complete rubbish. Really. There was no reason for me to take part in it. But then I looked back at him and saw his smirk back on his face and remembered the argument from yesterday, perhaps THAT was my reason to take part. Because soon I found myself plaster on a smile and say “I’ll take it into consideration.” It's short I know, sorry. Please comment!
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Post by celticbear on Aug 30, 2010 22:37:31 GMT -5
KC! it maybe short! But it spoke Volumes. This is going to be one interesting school year for both Damo and Kathy. Hey who said love was easy! Update when you are able.
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Post by CelticLass91 on Aug 30, 2010 22:50:10 GMT -5
short? oh well! just glad to have an update! and it was good! lol
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