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Post by annabelle harmon. on Jul 22, 2009 1:07:42 GMT -5
--- Seattle, Washington. It wasn't exactly the most exciting of towns. Aside from the earthquake. But it was enough. Miss Annabelle Harmon had resided in this place for a little over a year now. She'd retreated to it in a time of desperate need and it had given her the shelter she'd craved. There were oftentimes she wondered if she should leave this town; go back to where she'd come from. But she knew that it wasn't possible. The moment she'd chosen to flee to Seattle was the moment she'd given up any right to live in her old town. After all, she'd done a terrible thing. And as strong as some may have thought the young woman was, she wasn't strong enough to face what had happened. It was bad enough when she had the nightmares, or when a song came on the radio that reminded her of her father. Or of the life she'd once had. That day, one day that had seemed so irrelevant when she'd woken up, had changed her entire life. Did she regret what she'd done? Of course. Every day. If there had been a way to get out of what had happened, she wished she knew what it was. Maybe if she had come home later. Or if she'd simply gone to a friend's house instead. But, there really was no point in dwelling on 'what if's' and 'could have been's'. The past was the past and as much as she hated to admit it, Annabelle had been forced to forget about the almost perfect life she'd once lead.
--- It wasn't to say that her current living situation was in any way terrible. She was going to school for something that she loved. She had friends and she went out. It didn't seem, however, that she had any more than that. No, she didn't have a love life. Which was, to be fair, mostly her own fault. Lately she just wasn't interested. It wasn't to say that there weren't any attractive males living in Seattle. Because there were quite a few of those. But mostly they were either jerks, or just not plain good enough. There was always something wrong with them. Something that she just couldn't stand. Maybe she was being picky. Or maybe, just maybe her problem wasn't with the guys in general. Maybe it was just because none of them here him. He was someone that she hadn't thought about in a long time. Okay, that was a complete lie. She thought about him every single day. She tried to forget him, though. Whatever she could do to drive the thought of him from her mind, she tried it. Even so, he always seemed to come back, haunting her. It really wasn't fair. How was she supposed to get over him if he was so alive in her mind? She could still so easily recall the way he smelled or the way his lips felt against hers. All as if it had just been the day before. But alas, she had not seen him for a very long time. It was on those times, when the memory of him slipped through, that she would wonder what he was doing. Had he forgotten her completely? Where was he going to school? Did he have some new girl, someone who wouldn't abandon him the way she had?
--- If you had asked Annabelle a few years ago where she saw herself by now, she would have responded that she would be in the same place she'd always been. Back home. Never would she have guessed that she'd be in Seattle. It wasn't that she had anything against the city, but people didn't just up and move across the country for no reason. Aside from the rain, Seattle was actually a pretty place.Maybe she didn't deserve to live here. What had she done to deserve such a beautiful place? Maybe she should go back home. To finally get what she really did deserve. She didn't know what would happen to her if she ever did go back. Maybe she'd get thrown in jail for murder. That, in itself, was a scary possibility. It wasn't like she'd meant to do what she'd done. It had been purely out of self-defense. But since no one had been there to witness it, she doubted anyone would believe her. Of course, she'd had no reason to kill her own father. She'd loved him and as far as anyone knew, their life had been a good one. But still. The fact that she'd run after the incident just had guilty written all over it. There was no way she could go back, anyway. Anna just didn't have it in her. Perhaps this made her a coward. She wasn't sure. Whatever it meant, she just knew that it wasn't an option. To see those familiar faces again. Heaven only knew what her old friends thought of her now. Or what he thought of her. He probably hated her. And he had every right to. She'd completely disappeared on him. Not many people just shrug something like that off. Not after this long.
--- In any case, Anna tried not to look into the past. Which meant she would take on tasks just to keep her mind occupied. If it meant going to a party that she didn't particularly want to go to, then she would. Which was what she'd done the night before. Annabelle had never really been one of the girls who liked to get drunk everyday and all that, but ever since she'd come to Seattle, it seemed she was doing just that more and more. Perhaps it was her own feeble attempt to forget. When she awoke that morning, the sun blinded her for a few seconds before she was finally able to open her eyes fully and sit up. Looking to the clock, she saw that it was rather early but she knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn't be going back to bed. Getting up, Anna went about her morning routine, still half asleep. Even her shower didn't seem to give her enough energy for the day. This only called for one thing. A trip to Starbucks. As she dressed for the day, she wondered just what it was she was going to be doing. Thankfully she had the day off of work. Maybe she would go grocery shopping or something. She was running low on food in her kitchen. It may not have been the most exciting of things to do, but at least it was something. When she was finished with her hair, she took one last look in the mirror to apply the small amount of make-up she wore daily and made sure she was presentable to the general public.
--- She quickly grabbed her purse full of valuable items and her keys and headed to her car. Anna pulled out of the driveway and made the short trip uptown. As she pulled into the parking lot, she hummed a little tune. As soon as she got her coffee, she would be good to go. Maybe this day would be a good one. Trying her hardest to be the optimist, she went with this thought. Annabelle entered the shop without really looking around and immediately went to stand in line. It didn't take long for her to get to the register and she smiled at the woman behind it. "May I have a grande Caramel Machiatto, please?" She asked in a polite voice. The woman punched it into the machine and Anna gave her the correct amount of change. Moving over to the side, she waited for her order. It was ready in a short time and she grabbed the cup excitedly. Finally, she was getting her caffeine fix. She took as sip and a small smile appeared on her face. Now, the only question was what she would do with it. Should she sit down or just walk right out? Yes, a question of the ages. One that was taking her entirely too long to answer.
STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: andrew fitz
WORD COUNT: 1400 something...
OUTFIT: i could slip into you
NOTES: yayyy.
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Post by andrew fitz on Jul 22, 2009 1:24:04 GMT -5
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Another early morning, and the sad part about it was how easy it was for Drew to get up. Sure most people would have a hart time getting up at seven every morning when classes didn’t start till eleven or twelve, but there was something in the poor man’s mind that made him get up as soon as the sun rose from behind the clouds. He was hopping out of his bed and into his clothes in no time. Drew stretched in front of his apartment window, looking out there as if it mattered. The sun was sort of visible; it was a normal overcast day in Seattle. Sometimes he wondered why he moved here, and not somewhere really nice and hot. Something about this place just sort of fit him. The busy atmosphere kept him from thinking about the past, and he liked that he didn’t know a lot of people here. He’d only been living here a few months and going to the school here, but he didn’t really get close to anyone. The poor guy didn’t want to after what had happened. Drew shuddered at the memory, trying not to think about her. He slipped on a white dress shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows. It wasn’t hot out, but it wasn’t cold enough to wear much more. Jeans weren’t formal, but he wasn’t exactly doing anything. Just heading down to starbucks for some coffee. Nothing eventful, he didn’t have to look good for anyone.
Drew checked his phone, making sure Matilda hadn’t called in the last few minutes when he’d been spacing out. He took care of the eighty two year old woman in her home on the weekends, but she called on the weekdays all the time. She sometimes forgot who he was, and most days work was just explaining his life story to her. It was a good job for Drew though, good to get away from things. Once again, those things popped into his head. He scowled into his hand as he rubbed his face and then grabbed his wallet, shoving it in the back pocket of his pants. Drew made sure to lock up before he left, then walked down the hall and out into the breezy Seattle air. His car was in the parking garage a few blocks down, but it wasn’t usually necessary unless he was driving to Matilda’s house on the outskirts of the city. There was no point in trying to navigate this traffic if all you wanted to do was walk a few blocks. And the few blocks always helped clear his head. His head lolled back as he walked, breathing in the not so fresh air. Drew put his hands in his pockets as he walked, feeling a little weird not carrying anything. He turned into the first coffee place he saw, breathing in deeply at that coffee smell.
Drew walked to the front of the place, waiting in line for a moment before getting up to order. He smiled warmly at the barista, and she seemed glad to see a happy face. Most people that came in the morning were extremely bitchy, they wanted their coffee and they wanted it now. Drew did want his coffee, and he would fall asleep soon if he didn’t get it, but it wasn’t that huge of a deal to get it right away. Instead of making an effort to piss everyone, he was making an effort to smile at everyone. The atmosphere was too tense in here, it made him think something bad was going to happen or something. Drew paid for his coffee and headed back to sit on a chair that faced the entrance. He looked down at his cup, taking a sip and sighing. Hot, but good. He slipped into one of his reminiscing moments. Drew and her used to always go get coffee in the morning after long nights. A shiver ran down his spine and he internally slapped himself for thinking about her, the love of his life. He sighed, taking another sip of his coffee. He looked up when he heard the sound of someone ordering a caramel machiatto or whatever it was called. A small smile curled onto his face, that was always what she drank. Drew’s eyes narrowed on the soft looking blonde hair on the back of the girl who had just spoken. His mouthful of coffee spewed over the table as the girl turned around, a smile on her face. A man looked at him and scowled, but Drew’s eyes were only for Annabelle. Bloody hell. He mumbled loudly, looking down at the table that he'd just wasted his coffee on. But the poor man couldn't beleive his eyes. Was she seriously standing there, in this room, in this city, in this state, less than ten feet away from him? He rubbed his eyes, then blinked. Yeah, Annabelle was definetly just standing there, looking gorgeous and untouchable. He gulped, and let out another. Bloody hell.
NOTES hehe. yours is about FOUR MILLION times better, but it's midnight so bite me. hahaa. anywayy, this is gonna be cuuuute i can tell. drew is like, AN ANGEL!
WORDS 860
TAGGED juust belle
OUTFIT polyvore is down. white dress shirt rolled up, jeans, and a brown belt.
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Post by annabelle harmon. on Jul 22, 2009 16:23:55 GMT -5
--- Annabelle's antics the night before were coming back to her in waves. She'd decided to go to that party that she'd been debating on for the past week. After all, what else did she really have to do? And so she'd gone. Just like every other time, it was the same old thing. Nothing but drinking and acting like idiots. Honestly, she was starting to get tired of it all. Anna had started attending these parties in hopes of forgetting things that always seemed to come back to haunt her. For a while it had worked. But lately something was different and her memories were seeping through the alcoholic shield that had protected her so fiercely before. Whatever the reason, her last ditch effort was starting to fail her and she was running out of options. Would her memories plague her until she went completely insane? Honestly, it didn't seem as if she was too far away from it at this point in time. Maybe she was just helping herself along. The young woman wouldn't be surprised. She'd already screwed up her own life quite nicely. Why not do it a little bit more? However, it wasn't as if she planned to lose herself in the bottle. Annabelle was smarter than that. Even if she'd been tempted a couple of times, she wasn't going to take something like that too far. After all, even though her past wouldn't leave her alone, she still had a future to think about.
--- But really, she knew better than to get too mixed up in all of the mess that came with drinking. And she wasn't going to worry about it too much. Which was why she tried her hardest to keep a positive attitude that morning. Life was something she shouldn't take for granted and she was trying her hardest not to. So as she entered the coffee shop, she was already planning to be friendly. Besides, it was never productive to be rude to someone who was serving you. As on who worked in customer service herself, she knew it was terrible when you had a rude customer. She had no intention of becoming one of those people. Even if she could feel a headache coming on. Anna finally received her order and for a moment was lost in the simple bliss that it offered. That was, until she heard someone spitting quite loudly. Followed by an exclamation of "Bloody hell." Anna froze in a half turn. She'd decided to take her coffee outside into the nice weather. But the voice had stopped her. She knew that voice. But it couldn't be. It simply couldn't be. Because the owner of that voice was still across the country. Wasn't he?
--- Her searching gaze followed where she'd heard the voice and then her dark eyes came to rest upon a figure that she'd thought she'd never see again. Automatically, her eyes widened in shock and she momentarily forgot how to breathe. It couldn't be who she thought it was, sitting at a table merely feet from where she was standing. No, no. This was all wrong. He was in Massachusetts. Forgetting all about her. He wasn't supposed to be here. Not here. Not in Seattle, of all places. She'd come here to escape everything in Scituate. And unfortunately, he had been one of them. She couldn't face him after what she'd done, anyway. She didn't deserve to see him again. So why was it that he was here? Was it merely a ghost? Or perhaps her mind was just playing tricks on her, bringing about the cruel memories once again? Maybe once she blinked, he would be gone. Sadly, she was unable to do anything except state at him like she'd never seen anything like him in her entire life. He looked exactly the same; a beautiful image of which her memory could never do justice. It seemed as if time slowed to a stop, all sights and sounds were extinguished except for him. Annabelle wondered if she would ever break free of this trance. But that was when he spoke again, repeating his exclamation of shock. The world resumed it's pace and Anna seemed to be a part of it once more.
--- And this was when she dropped her brand new cup of coffee. Luckily the top landed away from her and went spewing all over the floor instead of all over herself. For a split second, Anna didn't know what to do. She was tempted to apologize and to offer to clean it up herself, but she couldn't be in this room any longer. Her heart sped and her breathing increased. She needed to leave. Right then. And so she did. Finally blinking, and realizing that his image did not fade, she hurried to the door and pushed it open, barging into the windy Seattle air. Too caught up in her thoughts, she didn't head for her car. Instead, she began to half power-walk, half run down the sidewalk. This was all wrong, this couldn't be happening. She could feel the hot tears trying to push their way out of her eyes, but she held them in. Maybe if she got far enough away from this place, she could forget what she'd seen. But she knew herself better. Something like this just couldn't be forgotten.
STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: andrew fitz
WORD COUNT: 932
OUTFIT: i could slip into you
NOTES: sorry it's so baddd.
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Post by andrew fitz on Jul 23, 2009 0:48:43 GMT -5
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Nope. No way, this was not happening. Annabelle Harmon, his high school sweet heart and infatuation was not standing there, looking at him with that deer in headlights look. He was imagining the entire thing and this was just a stupid dream. He had never woken up! That was it. He had just had a weird dream that he saw her, and tomorrow would just be a painful day as he thought about had vivid it had been. Poor guy, he was all the way to hallucinations now. He just stared though, hoping that the dream wouldn’t end. Because even though she was standing there, with a look of pure surprise on her face, she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. But was he in control of this dream? Drew cussed as he felt hot coffee from his cup drip onto his pants. He looked back up again, sliding his chair back. This was a dream. It had to be. But this dream was so stupid. If it were a good dream she would be running to him, saying he was sorry. And then he would grab her by the waist and kiss her face off. Or at least that was the plan. But this dream wasn’t going the way he planned, and more hot coffee was dripping onto his pants, and he looked like a lunatic, standing there with his mouth open. But what lunatic wouldn’t stand there with his mouth open, gazing at the most beautiful woman in the world?
But time was wasting. Drew pushed his chair back, suddenly very hasty after being in a dream like state. He sort of stood there again, not really sure what to do… again. Should he yell at her for being such a runaway, or should he just push the table over and tackle her. Drew was so indecisive about it he barely noticed the people staring. It was like a scene from a day time soap. Ex lovers meet randomly and drama ensues. Man pushes over table and spills drink everywhere. Woman faints from shock and man gives mouth to mouth. Woman makes out with man. The end. Drew shook his head, his fantasy taking up the reality. The woman who was now supposed to faint in their day time soap show, had now dropped her coffee. And at the exact same time his chair squealed out from under him, she turned, and booked it out of the star bucks. Great, she was running, that was just what he needed. Drew mumbled apologies to random people that he shoved aside rudely, but he didn’t care. Maybe he was still in shock from the whole thing, maybe it was a dream. His hand hesitated, then pinched his left arm. Stupid idea. The young man winced, and when he looked up, the blonde angel was still running away from him. Damn it, maybe a dream would have been better. It wasn’t exactly an ego booster to have her running away like a disease. But all he wanted to know was why she left him.
Drew grumbled, not bothering to call after her. But, his legs did the rest for him. He pushed through the rest of the people staring and headed for the door, catching it right before it closed behind her. She was so close it was ridiculous. All those day dreams, thinking about her, the fact that she was this close was freaking him out and giving him an adrenaline rush all at the same time. Maybe they went hand in hand, but he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. Maybe, he was being stupid thinking about what could be happening when she was run/walking away from him. Maybe, he should be run/walking after her like a smart person would be. Drew grinned at himself, shaking his head and jogging after her. There were a lot of people in the streets now, so it was hard for him to keep up without smashing other people. Drew wasn’t a huge guy, but he was big enough to knock some people over easily. He was getting a little agitated, watching her pretty little head get away. Why was she trying to get away from him? He got it if she didn’t love him and had a different life now, but they could at least talk, right? Drew could just hide the fact that he was still desperately in love with her. So what if she didn’t feel the same way that he did. It was something sad that he would have to live with. Just, watching as she fell in love with some other guy.
But that wasn’t happening quite yet. Drew kept his eyes on the back of her head, and he was finally right behind her. After a bit of huffing and puffing, he reached out, about to grasp her arm when someone pushed him to the side. Instead of grabbing her arm like he had hoped, his hand just brushed it, along her back and then her arm. He cursed under his breath, and finally picked up the pace. Belle, talk to me. Please? He pleaded as her head once again got out in front of him. Dang, she was quick for a small girl. He growled to himself as she kept walking, and then picked it up to a run. His hand reached out, and this time he lightly grabbed her wrist, not trying to seem like he was going to kill her, but just, holding it. He shivered at the touch, and then felt pathetic for being such a loser about it. Drew walked her over to the side of the sidewalk, where people were sitting and there was much less human traffic. He let go of her, reluctantly, and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a whoof of breath. All that fast walking was hard work.
NOTES better. the poor guy is like, dumbstruck.
WORDS 985
TAGGED juust belle
OUTFIT polyvore is down. white dress shirt rolled up, jeans, and a brown belt.
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Post by annabelle harmon. on Jul 25, 2009 12:20:36 GMT -5
--- How many times had Annabelle imagined this moment? How many nights had she laid awake, mulling over what she would say to him if she ever did see him again? Too many times to remember. And out of all of the things she'd imagined she would do, running was not one of them. It may have come as a shock, but she'd been hoping she'd be strong enough to face him. Then again, she hadn't thought she would see him so soon. Maybe years down the road. But not now. It hadn't even been a year. Oh wait, yes it had. A year that had absolutely flown by. But at the same time, it had been the longest year of her life. So many things had changed for her in that year. But one thing that hadn't changed was her feelings for the boy who was now merely feet from her in this suddenly too small café. She'd always loved him, that much she would never deny. Even back when she'd first met him and they'd instantly become the best of friends. She'd only been thirteen years old, but she'd known that he was different. When they finally had gotten together officially, it had felt like that was where'd they'd been headed the whole time. Perhaps she should have said something about her feelings sooner, but Anna had valued her friendship with Drew far too much to risk ever losing it.
--- But she had lost it, hadn't she? By doing what she'd done. Not only had she killed her own father, but she'd abandoned her entire life. Maybe running away hadn't been the smartest thing to do, but not many would argue that Annabelle Harmon was the smartest girl around. Sure, she got good grades, but this was a different kind of smart. No, she hadn't meant to kill him. She'd never imagined in a million years that she would do something so terrible. She'd loved her father as any daughter would. And it had merely been an accident. She'd only been defending herself. The question was, who would believe her? Especially now. In her frantic state, the only thing she could think to do was get away. And so she had. She'd gone upstairs, thrown some random things in a bag, purchased a plane ticket to the first place she could think of that was far enough away, and was gone. There had been no explanations or calls from her end, and for that she knew she was quite possibly the stupidest person ever to walk the face of the earth. Of course there had been times where she'd been tempted to call back home. She'd even had the phone in her hand once or twice, ready to dial a number she would never forget. But then her fear would get the best of her and she would quickly slam the receiver back down, failing once again.
--- It seemed that Anna failed at a lot of things anymore. And being brave was one of them. Shown through her simple cowardice as she darted out of the Starbucks. She could only hope that he would forget ever seeing her. He obviously wouldn't want anything to do with her. She did, after all, completely blow him off. But Andrew was a better person than she was. He always had been. As she reached the populated part of town, it was all she could do to fight through the people. Without realizing what she was doing, she turned her head to see if she had lost him. Unfortunately, he had taken to chasing her down. A terrified expression filled her chocolate orbs as she turned back forward, narrowly avoiding running right into a fruit stand. Anna could only imagine what he thought of her, running from him like this. Maybe it was only making him angry or quite possibly, it was only saddening him. That was the last thing she wanted to do. But , damn it, he shouldn't have been there in the first place. He was quickly taking down every wall she had carefully crafted around her heart. As they crashed and crumbled to the ground, she felt herself becoming more and more frantic. The tears were sitting so threateningly in her eyes, ready to fall at any given moment. She tried her hardest to blink them back, but this task was proving much more difficult as the seconds ticked by.
--- The young woman felt his hand graze her back and it sent shivers up her spine. She was smart enough to know who's hand it had been, but she didn't dare look back to confirm it. His voice filled her ears once again, piercing her heart. She couldn't talk to him. She wanted to. There was nothing more that she wanted in this world than to talk to him, make him understand that she'd never meant him any harm. But she doubted very seriously that he would believe her. Did she even have the strength to go through with it? And that was when she felt it, his hand closing around her wrist. With a slight jerk, she stopped running. He'd caught her. Oh no no no. She was going to have to face him. After an entire year of fearing that he would find her, of dreaming about what she'd say. The moment was finally here. Defeated, she let him lead her to the side of the sidewalk. She dared not look him in the eye, instead her gaze rested on the ground beside him. He let go of her wrist and it suddenly felt quite cold. She lightly clutched it with her other hand, but made no attempt at running away again. What would be the point. Even if she wasn't strong enough for this moment, it had come whether she liked it or not. Besides, she was tired of running. She wanted him to know the truth. But it would be much harder to get out than she hoped.
--- After a few seconds of silence, she managed to raise her eyes to meet his and her already shallow breath caught in her throat. She blinked again, finally releasing a single tear that trailed down her cheek tauntingly. Anna opened her mouth to speak and she was afraid that nothing would come out, but she surprised herself with the voice she'd been sure that she'd lost. "Andrew I... I can't do this." The young woman wrapped her arms around herself as if she were cold, even though it was the middle of summer. It was an absent-minded comforting gesture for herself. He eyes shifted to the ground again. Taking a deep breath, she somehow managed to speak again. And her words began to come out faster and faster the more she said. "I'm sorry... if I hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't call. I'm sorry I killed him. I didn't mean to. If I could change everything, I would. You don't know how badly I wish I could. I'm sorry I disappeared. But I just didn't know what to do. I panicked! It was just all too much and I was so stupid." Her tears were flowing freely now, but she didn't even notice them, too lost in her own memories. "Maybe I should have called you, but I was so afraid of what you would think of me, of what everyone would think of me. I can't even imagine what you must think of me now. I'm... sorry. I'm so sorry. I know you hate me, but that's okay. I deserve so much worse." Anna met his gaze once again and a shadow of a smile appeared on her face. She'd finally done it. It hadn't been by choice, but she'd finally gotten her feelings out. Now all she had to do was wait for his reaction, however terrible it may be.
STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: andrew fitz
WORD COUNT: 1370
OUTFIT: i could slip into you
NOTES: a million apologies that this took me so long. i couldn't get on the internet at all yesterday. DX
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Post by andrew fitz on Jul 26, 2009 1:07:55 GMT -5
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Drew’s pathetic breaths were coming faster and faster no matter how much he wanted to look calm, cool and collected. It was hard for him to look at all like he was okay with anything, he felt so not himself at the moment. The past ten months or so he’d spent very quiet, confused and alone, which wasn’t how he had been before the whole ordeal. Drew remembered when he was fun, when he liked to go out with his friends, but mostly with his girlfriend. He used to party, drink, but go home with the only person he wanted to go home with, and now that girl was right in front of him. He just wanted to be how he used to be, but he could barely remember those days now. He realized now more than ever than Anna was his only connection to how he used to be, and it was all sort of falling down over him now. If he didn’t get her back into his life he wouldn’t be the same person, and there was nothing he could do about it. Drew wasn’t used to be so anti social, and he blamed that on her random disappearance. But he couldn’t blame anything else on her. He didn’t want to push her away even though she had been the one who pulled away first. He didn’t care if she had been the one to run away, now that he had her here, almost in his arms, he wasn’t about to let her go that easily. Drew half expected her to take off again when he let go, but he probably would have just let her go if she did. That kind of rejection wasn’t something he wanted to deal with twice. But he would find her again; he would look until he was dead or worse. It was the sad truth, but he was so desperately in love with the girl who had stomped all over his heart. Maybe she had meant to, maybe she hadn’t. Either was she had, and now he was so sad and glad to see her at the same time, it was all very confusing. Drew was ecstatic to see the girl who had stolen his heart, but he was having a tough time dealing with the thoughts that were running through his head about what she might say. Would she tell him off? The only thing he was truly scared of was her saying that she had a boyfriend, and that she didn’t love him anymore.
Maybe it would have been normal for her to say that, they hadn’t seen each other in almost a year. People fell out of love when that happened. But it had been so open ended, she’d left without a word, no one knew where she went, they just knew she wasn’t dead and she wasn’t coming back. Maybe that was harder for him, maybe it would have been easier for Drew if she was dead, he could have dealt with it easier. No, he didn’t want her dead at all, now that he saw her he was really glad/sad to. But there was no way to know how he was truly feeling; he was just so damn confused. Nothing had been like this the past few months. He had been monotone, working and sleeping, same thing everyday. No girls in his life, just… life and no love. Drew had been a walking ghost, and now he finally had emotion in his eyes. Though it was somber, it was still emotion. His eyes were filled with sadness, because he was looking into Anna’s and they were wet. After all this time he didn’t want to see her cry, he wanted her to jump on him, tackle him and hug him and kiss him and tell him she was back for good and that she was never leaving again. That she was sorry for leaving, and she didn’t mean to. Drew wanted her to make up a stupid excuse to make him feel better, it was as simple as that. But was it more complicated? He didn’t want it to be. He just wanted it to be so simple that he could just hold her in his arms and let everything else happen. But nothing was ever that way; nothing was ever that simple no matter how much he wanted it to be. Life sucks, and then you die, right?
Drew pursed his lips a little as he watched her, finally relaxing when he decided that she wouldn’t make a break for it and there was a chance the two could actually have a conversation. Was it sad that he was so excited about it? Maybe. He watched her tear up, and reached out but pulled his hand back, shoving it in his pockets. There was a chance she might freak out on him if he touched her. And then she said a beautiful thing from her perfect lips. His name. He let out a breath, holding back a smile. This wasn’t a happy time, but he was just so glad to hear her talk. Drew looked at her eyes, even when she looked down. Oh, he wanted to grab her up in a huge hug so so badly. She seemed so insecure. But he didn’t want her to be. Didn’t she know how much he loved her, couldn’t she tell that he was just itching to touch her? Maybe he was doing a better job of concealing his emotions than he thought he was. Her words barely made sense to him, he couldn’t hear her over his pounding heart. With every tear that fell from her beautiful eyes he felt his heart jerk forward, threatening to rip out of his chest and bleed on the disgusting streets of Seattle. He ran his hand over his face, completely overwhelmed. But Drew didn’t look away from her eyes for one moment. He might have had a hard time hearing her, but there was one sentence that stuck out in his mind. I know you hate me. Drew’s eyes softened, and this time when he reached out to touch her, he didn’t pull back. I could never hate you, Annabelle. Drew let his hand fall on the side of her shoulder lightly, and he pulled her towards him, hoping she would see that he just wanted her to hug him so she could hold her like he’d been hoping to for a year.
NOTES i really enjoyed typing his heartbreak for some reason.
WORDS 1,084
TAGGED juust belle
OUTFIT polyvore is down. white dress shirt rolled up, jeans, and a brown belt.
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Post by annabelle harmon. on Jul 27, 2009 22:33:44 GMT -5
--- It was a very odd sensation, realizing that, after an entire year, Annabelle was finally standing in front of the one person who knew her better than anyone else. She could remember so clearly the way things had used to be. How easy it was to be around him. There were days when they'd simply lay around each others' houses, watching movies or doing nothing at all. It was back then, back in Scituate, that life seemed to simple. Anna hadn't realized back then how good she'd had it. And there wasn't much she wouldn't give to go back to that time. Things had gone so wrong in so short a time and she'd been powerless to stop it. She didn't often let herself stop to think of the life she left behind. Or the wreckage. She did wonder whatever became of her father. They must have buried him in that old graveyard. And people would wonder why she wasn't at the funeral. Maybe Andrew had even attended it. It wasn't as if Anna hadn't wanted to go. But she couldn't exactly go back to Scituate. For one there would be far too many questions from everyone. And she didn't think she'd be able to stand seeing them lower her father into the ground forever. The mere thought of it was enough to send shivers up her spine. She missed her father enough as it was. She didn't need that mental image haunting her for the rest of her life. Especially since she knew it was her fault.
--- But she had gone over these questions and concerns too many times for her poor brain to remember. What she needed to focus on was the here and now. And, for the first time in a long time, this meant thinking of Drew Fitz. He'd only been a memory in her mind for the last year and it had made her heart ache every single time she'd thought of him. But here he was, standing in front of her. For a second, it was almost like things had never changed. Maybe she would blink and find him smiling at her. She would be back in Scituate and life would go just the way she'd always intended it too. It was quite silly to be hoping for these things, because she knew they would never come true. But, then again, Anna had always been a silly girl. Returning her focus to the somber, yet oddly clear air, she couldn't help but wonder why Andrew was in Seattle. It was so far away from Massachusetts. Maybe he had been doing the same thing she had. Maybe he'd felt the need to get away from everything that was in that place. She didn't know why he'd need to, of course. He had always been able to make the best of things. A light in dark places. She had thought for sure that after she had left, he would be able to move on and forget all about her.
--- Maybe he hadn't forgotten at all. Could there be a possibility, however minuscule it was, that he still loved her? Surely he didn't still have the burning intensity that she felt so plainly in her chest at this moment. Despite the fact that she'd run away from him, there was nothing more that she wanted to do than melt into his embrace. She knew better than to let her emotions get the best of her, though. He was looking at her with a ad expression and she desperately wanted to know what was going through his mind. Was he going to forgive her so easily? Was there a chance that he didn't hate her? Maybe he would even want to be friends with her again. That is, if he was in Seattle long term. Who knew, maybe he was just visiting? The very thought of him leaving now sent a pang to her heart. He couldn't leave, could he? Not when she'd been so forcefully pushed near him once again. But she wouldn't stop him if he went. He had every right to leave her the way she had left him. She wouldn't like it, but there was nothing she could do about it. What right did she have to ask him to stay? Absolutely none at all. And so she wouldn't.
--- As her speech came to and end, she watched his expression warily through the slight haze of the tears. Drew finally spoke and a spark of hope flew so mockingly through her heart. Could he be telling the truth? She dared not believe it, not until he place his hand on her shoulder, pulling her closer. She let herself fall into him as she had done so many times before. Anna was welcomed back to this familiar place of comfort. Just like that, the entire year melted away and she was truly happy once again. Without realizing what she was doing, she pulled back slightly and before she could stop herself, she was connecting their lips in a long awaited kiss. It didn't last long, though. Coming back to her senses, she broke up off, standing back awkwardly and feeling as if she's just done a terrible thing. "I'm sorry." she breathed. "I didn't mean to. I mean, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." She was saying that a lot today, wasn't she?
STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: andrew fitz
WORD COUNT: 934
OUTFIT: i could slip into you
NOTES: i'm sorry that this is so bad.
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Post by andrew fitz on Jul 30, 2009 0:33:16 GMT -5
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It wasn’t a dream, Andrew was sure of it now. In dreams he’d had of them being together earlier, they were happy. Anna was always smiling, and they would be doing something simple like walking down the beach holding hands or going out to eat. Whatever it was, she was never crying, and she was never apologizing. So the fact that she had, ran, was crying, and said that she thought he must hate her or something, made him sure this was no dream. Dreams were so much more pleasant than this. But they had so much less feeling. Now, standing right in front of her, it was so real he thought he might explode. In dreams he’d felt like she’d never left, and that was the best part. The two of them were always back home, just hanging out or doing something simple. Drew almost didn’t want to feel these emotions that were rushing through him like a river on crack, it didn’t feel right. He’d gone so long being here without really living, that the way he was feeling now made him want to crawl into a whole and sleep, or stare at a wall all day. He didn’t know how to feel, and that was one of the worst things about it. Drew was used to not feeling anything, just letting his life slide by. He’d gotten calls from old friends, his family and everyone else to come back to Scituate. They all wanted him to move back and go to college there, where they could see him. They’d all seen him fall off the deep end, and he wasn’t stupid. Drew knew that if he moved back to his hometown he’d be sent to a shrink, and his life would be controlled like he was a child. Then again, he was acting like a child. Moving away from everyone and everything he knew, just to get away from memories. And those memories were in that town, a town he never wanted to go back to, ever. Unfortunately, part of that town had come back to meet him.
People had always made fun of him for being with Anna. Not that it was her, because every guy that he’d ever known always commented on how ‘hot’ she was. But that wasn’t really how Drew saw her. Before she was beautiful, when she was an awkward girl, that was when he really got to know her. When he was a gangly pre teen, the two got along so well. And when she was older, she got better and better looking. And the poor bloke was head over heels for her. It had taken him a while to get up the courage to ask his best friend out, but when he finally did it was the best decision he had ever made. He remembered the first time his guy friends had heard him say he loved her. They just laughed and laughed, thinking that he was just saying it to get into her pants. But it was true, and he didn’t care what anyone else though. He loved her then, and he never stopped loving her. Damn feelings, he wished it was like a dream all the time. Now that feelings were back in his life in full force, he wished he’d gone back to feeling. But then Drew didn’t want to go back to how it was, he’d rather go through the pain of feelings, just to see her beautiful face. Even if she was crying, even if she was making him feel so many horrible things at once. He was upset, heartbroken, hopeful, angry, and confused all at the same time. And that wasn’t healthy for a young man. Drew let out a deep breath, trying not to let his emotions show on his face. It was hard, and some of them peaked through his pathetic façade. And it felt weird for him, to try to now show his feelings in front of someone he was so used to being his self around. But how was he to know if she was the same person she was a year ago? He didn’t, and he was scared to find out.
Drew had never been as scared as when he’d been with, or without her. With her he was afraid that she would leave, and without her he was just afraid of never seeing her again. It was hard, being in love with someone you hadn’t seen in a year. But the part that wasn’t scaring him now was that she was coming towards him. He had been scared that she would push him away, and tell him that she didn’t want him anymore. But maybe she didn’t, it was just a hug. Friends hugged, the boy wasn’t stupid. Still, he’d been waiting on this for a long time. Drew eagerly wrapped his arms around the small girl, his head falling over his shoulder. One thing he was not excepting, now necessarily wanting, was a kiss. His eyes widened and his body sort of stiffened when he felt her lips on his. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss her, it was just so sudden. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was a little put off by the whole thing. She had run away and now she was kissing him. Drew wanted to kiss her back so, so bad but he just couldn’t bring himself to. When she pulled away he let out a long breath, and put his hand to the bridge of his nose. Drew closed his eyes for a moment and then said quietly, That’s not fair, Annabelle. It wasn’t fair because he wanted her so bad but he was so confused at the same time. He moved his hand away and looked up, licking his lips. Definitely not fair. He pursed his lips a little and looked to the side, seeing that they were in front of an outdoor bistro or something. Drew looked back up at Anna with sad eyes and reached out for her hand. He didn’t wait for her to take it, but put his hand in hers. He pulled her over to the nearest table and pulled back the chair for her. Always the gentlemen, that Drew. He sat down in the chair opposite her and let her hand go reluctantly. Drew sighed, running his hand over his face. Can you tell me, without saying sorry a million times, what the hell happened? His eye were pleading, he needed these answers more than anything. His voice was softer as he added, Why did you leave me?
NOTES FUN FUN FUN!! not even kidding i'm really enjoying this. haha
WORDS 1,111
TAGGED juust belle
OUTFIT polyvore is down. white dress shirt rolled up, jeans, and a brown belt.
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