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Post by --.jack.johnson. on Mar 1, 2010 19:23:36 GMT -5
A tall, lanky boy with a head of light brown hair sat at a booth in the very corner of the diner. The seventeen year old stared down at his hands which were in his lap, not even paying attention to his surroundings; he only thought. Constantly, he was thinking about what had taken place a little more than a week ago. About how he had screwed up the best friendship he ever had or ever would have; about how he had probably hurt Calista as much as he hurt himself in the process.
Kennedy sighed a soft sigh before finally looking up and letting his cloudy eyes survey the diner around him. His hazel eyes which normally were practically gold with happiness and even mischief.. now were a dull brownish-gray and held no emotion. He refused to let his emotions show what so ever; he remained blank and appeared uncaring.
But inside, he was slowly tearing apart. Kennedy wanted nothing more to do all day than to lay down on his bed and cry and scream and tell himself how stupid he was; how much of an idiot and a jackass he was. He wished he could turn back the clock and go back to before that day in this exact diner, the day he had made that stupid bet. The bet that landed him where he currently was.
Depressed and alone on the inside, and wanting nothing more than Calista back.
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Post by khloe emmaline clark on Mar 1, 2010 19:41:29 GMT -5
Slamming her car door shut, Calista chewed her lip. It had been over a week since she joyfully had bounced into this place to meet Kennedy. Now one week later she was dragging her feet, unsure of what to say to him. Swallowing back her nerves she shoved her car keys in her sweats pocket. Striding towards the door she shoved her hands in her hoodie pouch, only moving one out to yank open the door. She cringed at the usually jolly bell that chimed. Glancing around her eyes landed on the booth shoved in the back corner.
Dragging her feet she came up to the booth and fell into it. Forcing on a grin she bit her lip before finally muttering,"Hello..." She had texted her friend daily for the past week and finally he had responded to meet him here. What would she do? She had wanted that night to happen but it had all gone wrong. Swallowing she forced the tears to the back of her eyes. This was her fault but she wanted to show Kennedy that it it had been her choice and she still wanted it. Knowing that her hair looked bad as it was thrown into a pitiful messy bun she barely messed with it.
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Post by --.jack.johnson. on Mar 3, 2010 17:34:56 GMT -5
Looking up, Kennedy's hazel eyes took in the girl who he'd longed to see for the past week. It had practically killed him, knowing he couldn't see or speak to his best friend. He really missed her and regretted everything that had happened; leaving her all alone, and even letting it all start in the first place.
A small breath of relief and sadness escaped Kennedy's parted, semi-chapped lips. The brown-haired boy wanted to smile so badly, but no matter how hard he tried, the corners of his mouth refused to lift. Instead, his face wore only a pained and confused expression. "Calista," he whispered, gazing into her brown eyes for a moment before he looked down at his hands in his lap again.
In all honesty, Kennedy had no idea what to say. He didn't know what to do, what to think. How to feel.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured so quietly, that he barely even heard himself say it.
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Post by khloe emmaline clark on Mar 3, 2010 18:31:47 GMT -5
Chewing her lip, she sat there watching him. His expressions changing every so often and not really being able to read them. Tapping her fingers against the table she waited for someone to break the silence. The place seemed to be dead quiet and it was scaring her. Never had she been so afraid and nervous of silence. At last he opened his mouth, muttering her name. Letting her eyes fall, lashes covering the emotions in her eyes she mumbled,"Kennedy...."
Glancing up she met his gaze but quickly averted it. Chewing her lip once more she sucked in a deep breath as he spoke those three words. How could she tell him she had wanted it? She had yearned for that sort of touch for years and she had asked him to. Shaking her head slowly she took another deep breathe. She wanted to tell him but how?
At last she opened her mouth and spoke,"Don't be.......I asked for it. Me not you!" Letting her eyes fall once more she swallowed and hoped he wouldn't get all defensive on her. She had been the one to push the limits not him she only hoped they could forgive one another more importantly for him to forgive her.
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Post by --.jack.johnson. on Mar 6, 2010 11:24:01 GMT -5
Kennedy still fiddled with his thumbs, scared to look up once again at his former best friend. An exasperated sigh escaped his parted, pink lips and he lifted his left hand, pulling it through his unkempt, brown hair in frustration. Why did everything have to be so complicated, so hard to figure out? With his right hand, Kennedy pinched the bridge of his nose, slightly agitated - not with Calista, but with himself, for being such an asshole.
He sighed again, and spoke, "I'm so sorry," No other words would escape his mouth, only 'I'm sorry'. He didn't know what else to say, what else to do. It was all his fault that they hadn't talked in a week - that things weren't the same anymore. He was sure of it.
"Calista," he murmured softly, finally daring to look back up to the girl across from him at the table. "Callie," he said, a little louder. "I'm so sorry. I didn't.. I mean.. I'm sorry. I don't know what.. happened.. but.." Another frustrated sigh left Kennedy's lips and his eyes turned slightly pleading. "And now.. I don't know! I just.. I think I really like you now."
Internally cursing himself, Kennedy wondered what it was about Calista that made him nervous and stutter. He never stuttered. Until now.
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Post by khloe emmaline clark on Mar 19, 2010 12:37:27 GMT -5
Sitting there, almost still like Callie felt like she had to move, break free but she was stuck here in this homey rat hole of a diner. Chewing her lip she watched as he began to speak. Stopping ever few seconds before speaking another word. As he blamed himself a jolt of anger shot through her. She had wanted this, she had wanted him. Clenching her jaw together she waited till he finished. Finally swallowing she spoke,"Don't be sorry, I wanted this. I've been wanting it forever it seems." Settling back against the booth she crossed her arms over her chest. Why must guys always put the blame on themselves? Sighing she waited for him to utter more words of blame.
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