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Post by LYRIC AYLIN CARTER on Feb 23, 2011 22:40:23 GMT -5
    stupid, stupid, stupid. why had she agreed to this? it wasn't as if she really had a choice in the matter, after everything, but she could have put her foot down if she really had wanted to. the problem with that, is that she really hadn't wanted to. not in the least bit. it wasn't as if there was anything particularly eating away at her to have a friend, but the two weren't really destined to be friends from the beginning. just two people who were going to go ahead and pretend that things would work out. the problem with that, was that lyric had a temper, and cole knew when she was a lost cause. normally, she had them chasing after her, begging at her feet, and she liked it that way. the fact that he had his limits was challenging, and that made her all the more interested in trying to test the friendship that would surely be a failure. pathetic, really.
what lyric hadn't factored in was the unavoidable fact that he would be arriving at her home. house. no, it wasn't even that. it was the shallow container that she sheltered herself with, since her back up plan had failed. there were still a few rent payments on the house that her father had made in advance, meaning that she had a somewhat livable shack, at no cost. well, no tangible cost. the memories that this horrible hovel held were enough to make the pain rip through her, as if the aches were freshly laid onto her skin. everything about it was hostile. and not only did she hate this place with a passion, but it was hardly eye pleasing on top of anything else. and she was bringing company here? even if it would only be for a few brief minutes, the thought was traumatizing. she had already failed at her first impression, so there were very few redeemable qualities to begin with. but now, the dumpy little two bedroom shack, that barely had enough space to breathe, would become a checkpoint on the night's itinerary.
her bare feet raced along the worn wooden floors, checking the clock on the stove, then cursing herself as she realized she could have just shot a simple glance at her phone. being the moron that she so often was, time had completely escaped her when she stepped into the shower, having only taken his advice to get ready after careful consideration; aka, playing around carelessly on the internet for nearly twenty minutes before realizing she had little more than half an hour to make herself presentable. with the water running over her, she managed to forget her mission yet again, get lost in the release of the knots in her shoulders. after stepping out of the water, she spent quite some time just drying her hair, before realizing how short on time she really was. now, after stalling for nearly forty minutes, she found herself running very low on time, and therefore her appearance was rushed and sloppy. her normally tight curls were looped over each other, a bit of a tangled mess, and she had no more than a huge tee shirt on. grunting, she heaved herself back through the microscopic kitchen, flinging herself into one of her unpacked suitcases.
after sorting through article after article of clothing, she found herself relatively relaxed. she had promised herself not to overdo it, and she had tried not to. of course, it always looked like she was trying too hard, no matter what she was wearing. heels, because of her less than average height, and tight jeans, because those were the only casual wear that she had. a baggy shirt could still compliment her curves, so that's what she chose. nothing to flashy, nothing to bold. maybe her awkward state would drive him away; no attachments meant no pain. here she was, claiming that she wouldn't get attached, when she was cursing him under her breath the other day. he was frustrating, and she couldn't help that it drew her in. the challenge he posed, drew her in further. and his lack of judgments nearly swept her off her feet right then and there. but, she wouldn't let it show how truly impressed she was. she wasn't easy to swoon, and she was going to make that perfectly clear from the start. pathetic. it really was sad how easily he had caught her attention, just by declaring that he wouldn't take her crap. on top of that, he wanted to test her personality out. that made him all the more enthralling. she had to stop herself before she was in too deep.
as the moments ticked on, lyric found her blood pressure rising. she stood, tapping a high heel clad foot in the kitchen, staring at the clock, her fingers wrenching through her curls. it was a miracle that she had managed to finish everything only four minutes after her deadline. still no sign of him; typical guy. but, as the seconds wore on, she found herself stressing out more and more about his opinion of her. of the house. of everything. did the walls suddenly get an even uglier shade of gray? why did it suddenly feel like her feet were cinder blocks on the ends of her legs? she couldn't move, even if she wanted to. the theories ran through her, up and down her stiffening spine. he might just drive up, and pull right back out of the drive way. that's probably what she would do. how could she call this jail cell her home? oh, that's right. it wasn't her home. it was her shelter. her safety from the streets. leaving everything behind, to find herself a new life hadn't actually changed anything. she was right back, where she started, minus an abusive father. but his voice still hung in the air, her screams still ran through these walls, like painful veins of insanity. she wanted to forget it, to leave it again, but with nowhere else to go, how could she? the plan was to find a way to fund herself, and then get the hell out. but he had to make this difficult; he would be an attachment. or, maybe not. everything depended on the boy that would soon seen the true victim of destruction that she really was.
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Post by cole on Feb 24, 2011 0:12:34 GMT -5
  Cole didn't know why he'd been trying so hard to get Lyric to come out with him. Honestly, she drove him kind of crazy. Well, not so much her as people with her outlook on life. She'd given up on living more or less and that frustrated him to no end because she didn't even realize how lucky she was. Things could be so much worse for her, and yet she was sulking around and cutting herself off from the world because she'd been hurt. Everyone had bad shit happen to them in life, but the point was that they kept on living. His parents wouldn't ever have that opportunity again and this girl was taking everything for granted. Asking her out and being so determined for her to have a good time was just to show her that life was worth living and that not everyone in her life would hurt her.
Despite their fighting, Cole had no intention of hurting Lyric. It was the exact opposite in fact. He wanted to show her that he was one of the good people in the world that wouldn't just give up on her or leave her. Some part of him wouldn't give up until he proved to her that having emotional attachments to people wasn't a bad thing. In fact, the only thing that had kept him sane over the past year had been his friends and family. He wouldn't have been able to do everything he did on a daily basis without them. Cole loved Delilah and Tommy, but he could have never handled raising the two of them without help, especially since Delilah was starting puberty and it was kind of driving him crazy.
Cole loved the girl, but when she'd thrown a book at his head the other day and yelled that she hated him and wanted their parents back, it had broken his heart. How was he supposed to know what to say to something like that to a twelve year old girl? If only she knew how hard it was without their parents and that he wished more than anyone that they were still alive. He'd had a normal life before they'd died and in an instant that had all changed. He'd gone from a normal teenager to a substitute dad and he sure as hell hadn't been ready for any of it. It hadn't occurred to him before that just how much his parents had actually done for them on a daily basis. Cole had definitely learned quickly though. He hadn't had a choice in the matter.
Not that it had been all bad. Yeah, his siblings drove him crazy a lot of the time, but there were moments when he felt closer to them than they'd ever been when their parents were alive. Those were the times that Cole felt like he could handle all the responsibilities that were now a part of his life. He hadn't planned to be stuck in the situation he was in, but he would never have let his siblings go to one of their relatives. They were still a family with our without their parents and he couldn't abandon his family. Sure it would have been a lot easier, but he would have felt guilty about it for the rest of his life. So now his life generally revolved around the two of them. Except not tonight. Tonight they were over at the neighbor's house while he went on his date with Lyric.
It was one of the few nights that Cole could forget about all of that and just enjoy being young again. They were going to a concert in the park that he'd been looking forward to for awhile and he would have a date to it. All things considered, he thought that was pretty amazing. He'd decided before when he was talking to her that no matter what Lyric said or did to try and bring his mood down, he wouldn't let it get to him. He was going to do everything he possibly could to ensure that they both had fun and he wouldn't let her slip into her usual mood. Lyric didn't know it, but this was the first time in a long time that Cole had gone on a date and he was actually pretty excited about it. There was nothing that she could say or do to change that.
That's why Cole had left the chat before she could argue any more with him and back out. She was way too stubborn for her own good and he knew the only way for him to get her to come was to leave her no choice. So as soon as he'd put up his away status, he'd gotten into the shower and then got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Of course he'd gotten a little help up at the neighbor's house when Tommy had started crying because he was leaving, but as soon as he got his younger brother to calm down, he was on the road, driving towards the address that Lyric had given him. The entire trip he kept wondering just what she looked like because he hadn't been able to really tell from her icon. Not that it really mattered, but he was still curious.
Cole was a little surprised when he pulled up to her house, if it could be called that. The place was so tiny and desolate looking that he couldn't really imagine someone living there. Still, the number on the slip of paper he'd written her address on said that this was her place, so it had to be hers. Cole put his truck in park and unhooked his seat belt, opening the door before stepping out onto the sidewalk and then heading to the door. It was at that moment that he started to get a little nervous. Still, he couldn't stand outside her house forever, so Cole knocked gently on the door and waited for her to answer, hoping that she hadn't changed her mind about coming since he'd last talked to her.
tags;? lyric aylin carter
word count;? one thousand and twenty two
muse;? pretty good
music;? Travis Barker mixtape
lyrics;? Hello Brooklyn - All Time low
outfit;? n/a
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Post by LYRIC AYLIN CARTER on Feb 24, 2011 0:50:35 GMT -5
pacing only made her feel stupid. it wasn't like lyric to get so riled up over practically nothing. well, not that this was exactly nothing. it was a big thing. and that's what was so horrifying about it; did she dare encase herself in this world again? when she had left the town, it had been out of hatred. anger. and most of her friends were long gone, or forgetful. she didn't need them. and yea, as heartless as she was, it hurt that they didn't even care to remember her. to talk to her, to stay in touch with her. but she wasn't about to show out. so, through mourning the loss of her old friends, was she really ready to start making new ones? her heart was so icy, so black and cold and lifeless lately. everyone seemed to be just as uncaring and unconcerned, so why would she give a shit about offended them? she didn't. that's why. after her determination of finding a job, and making that her only true purpose, was she really going to betray herself? she knew better. she knew better, and yet it was almost as if he was worth it. she was a goner.
why was her heart speeding up? it wasn't because of him; it couldn't have been. lyric was a very relaxed person on dates. she didn't try to be anyone other than herself, because there was no need to be. why act like a fake? they're only going to leave when they find out what the real side of you is truly like. on top of everything else, she was much too proud to let her nerves get to her. honestly, she found dates to come easily to her. naturally, almost. she wasn't simple, and she didn't speak much. if she did happen to talk, every word was utterly drenched in the essence of her; attitude, sarcasm, excitement and all. she was in no way going to disguise her personality just to win anybody over, and cole wasn't an exception. why would he be? the two had never met, and she had warned him about the risks that came with trying to befriend her. he was going to have to pay the price for being pushy and persistent.
her blood began to burn under her cheeks. she stepped out of the grungy excuse for a kitchen, and crossed through the "master bedroom," as if you could really call it that, to enter the bathroom. it was pretty much identical to one you would find in an airplane, but a shower was squeezed in as well. she hadn't failed to decorate the entire structure with mirrors, so any room she was in, she could adjust herself. all except for the kitchen, of course, which was unfortunate, as she had no wanted to pry herself more than three feet away from the door. again, that was pathetic. she shouldn't have been so anxious for a social life to begin; after all, she didn't even want one. it shouldn't have been getting her worked up. yet, she found herself twirling her bangs off of her face, and sweeping her locks on and off of her shoulders, smudging her makeup here, blending it there, adjusting this and this and this.
in the long run, though, she was usually disappointed with her reflection. not that she had low self esteem or anything when it came to her appearance, but she had lost the fire that used to burn deep within her stomach, enveloping every atom inside of her with its rage. she used to be so strong willed, and stubborn. she was still stubborn, of course, but a lot more bitter. her attitude had never been a positive or delightful one, but she had lost all the spunk inside of her. it almost seemed as if her cheeks were sunken in; tired, somehow. worn out from years of exhaustion. her eyes had constant purple circles under them, that she could just barely conceal with makeup, as much as she tried. then, of course, there were the scars. the emblems that reinforced every bad feeling that she had ever fault, and reminded her of her cause for returning.
in those brief seconds, she had managed to get a good look at the person she had let herself become. "what the hell have you done?" her words were electric in her own ears; full of utter hatred for herself. her eyes narrowed, and she was about to go further into her rampage, when a knock on the door shook her back into reality. eyes wide, she was no longer so eager to reach the door. suddenly, she cared all too much. did he really need to see her? right now of all times? but, he had driven to meet her, she had agreed, and there was no turning back. she closed her eyes and inhaled for a moment, clutching her stomach as she slowly ventured back out into the kitchen, and rested her hand softly on the door. one more deep breath, and she let it swing open.
she hadn't intended her first remarks to be so sour, or so sudden, but the words came tumbling out of her mouth at the sight of him. "yea, it's a lot to take in, isn't it?" maybe the curious look in his eyes had been in her imagination, but she was fairly positive that he had been appalled at the house. she had no room to judge him. she would have been the same way. instead of keeping the tension in the air, her smirk was followed by a light scoff, somewhat like a laugh, and she shook her head. "still sure you know what you're getting in to?" she doubted that he would turn around and leave now, but if he had any right mind at all, he would stomp off those steps, jam those keys in the ignition, and drive away. but, it was his move now, as she stood in the door way, taking in the sight of him that she was almost afraid to become familiar with.
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