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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Dec 24, 2007 15:49:36 GMT -5
tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / [complete] word count;; 1,077 chat;; hehe, i finally got around to it. attire;;
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Days melted into nights on regular days. And by regular days, I mean boring old school days. It was basically all work for Christa. She used to love school, but with this huge work pile, she was starting to question her sanity. What with the holidays and all, the teachers decided to give out loads of assignments as if to burden a student's conscience when they were out partying and just plain fooling around. Well, it certainly worked. Christa had gotten all her work done the previous week, whenever she had free time. As a result, she'd finished everything. All the mandatory assignments, all the projects, all the extra credit. Which led us to this boring Saturday she spent walking around school, with nothing to do and no one to keep her company. Welcome to the story of my life.
It didn't happen too often, but it did occur often enough so that she wasn't too surprised. Christa was a moderate procrastinator. Usually she did postpone work for a couple days, but not until the day before it was due. She was never a last-minute girl. Christa hated business and stress, and the frenzy they threw her in. It threw her off her usual internal peace. But, due to her lack of procrastination, her internal peace had gone into overload. It was like dust had settled into her brain. Everything was foggy and dusty, muddled and blunt. Like she had a spider crawl in when she finished her last paper and start weaving immense webs.
She found herself, on this cloudy day, wandering around the school. She tried to convince herself that she had no idea where she was going, but that wasn't going too well. She went to the same place everytime she was bored. The abandoned guest rooms. She didn't know why they immediately called to her. Was it the solitude it offered? Or maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the gorgeous views. Or it might even be the quiet scuttlings of the actual spiders hurrying from one side of the room to the other. The dark would enclose her as it always did. The light would fade away, especially today because the clouds would block the sun from shining through the small window on the side of the room.
Her hand rested on the doorknob of an afore-said guest room. She opened it slowly, her eyes resting on the small gold numbers on the top of the door. Fifty-four. She'd been here before. Christa remembered the room, mainly because that was the first room she'd ever gone into. The first room that she'd ventured into at the beginning of this term. She opened it a crack. A weird feeling flowed into her; it felt like something was different, almost like someone else was in there. She shook the feeling from her mind, she was just bored, causing herself to become paranoid. Just to prove her point to herself, she shoved open the door, ready to see a dust-covered replica of a hotel room.
Instead, it was a newly made room. A clean, not dusty, and actually hygenic room. The bed's sheets were stretched taught, and the carpet was perfectly straightened. The window panes weren't fogged up, and the walls didn't have a single stain. The surprise that Christa had etched on her face was imminent. Why was this room clean? It was like an actual hotel room. She wondered if the other rooms were like this too. Slowly, she tiptoed across the hall and opened number fifty-five. It was just as musty as the others. As the past rooms had been. Puzzled intensely, she felt another headache coming on. These had been coming up recently, mainly due to the stressful occupations of school and such. It was amazing the breakfast time she'd had this morning. It was relaxed. It was peaceful. Her mind had been serene. It was amazingly relieving.
Back to the dustless room, she decided to take advantage of her situation. Before, she'd been a little hesitant to even sit down and such. It was so dusty, and frankly, Christa did not like dust. It made her sneeze a lot. Her allergies would act up, and they usually never would. Only a huge amount of dust would trigger her nose. And this room definitely had a lot of dust. A lot.
She walked over to the bed. It's silk sheets were of a gold sheen. Her hand trailed slowly over the taut cover, lingering, relishing the feel. The pillows were of a white satin material, equally as comforting. Taking her time, she slowly clambered onto the bed, laying down, her hair trailing behind her. Christa turned onto her side and laid her head down on the left pillow, facing the window. The only thing you could see through the hole in the wall was the cloud-layered sky, as grey and as lifeless as her day. Her hand slid under the pillow, under her head, cushioning it. Her eyes closed lightly, her breathing became gentle. Christa almost slipped into the slow stupor of sleep. The only recognization of the real world was when the door creaked open. Two rays of light fell onto her face. Just as the door opened and revealed the light from the hallway and the shadowed face of a male figure, a meager ray of sunshine filtered through the clouds and shone onto her visage. Was this symbolic? Was this boy supposed to bring a ray of sunshine into her grey day? Who was this guy anyways?
Maybe he just stumbled into this room by accident. Christa rolled over, digging her face into the pillow. If it was someone she knew and liked, he'd walk over and sit on the bed and try to make some sort of conversation. But, if it was a total stranger, she wanted to avoid an awkward confrontation and give them a chance to escape. Plus, this was her room. Her dustless, clean, refreshing room. She wanted to keep it, not share it was a crazy stranger, and certainly not get forced out by someone she didn't even know. Her questions were answered when she heard footsteps come closer, and a body sit by the edge of her bed. "Hello?" she asked quietly, not inclining her face or anything. She wanted to keep it a mystery until they spoke. Her ears perked up immediately at the sound of a human voice.
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Post by darren hazard. on Dec 26, 2007 18:40:26 GMT -5
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How everything changed so quickly was still something he was trying to figure out. His mood was quickly changing. For the first time in last three years something positive was happening in his life. It seemed that he was managing to take things in his hands again. Not every job he started failed. It was a major progress. Took awhile to achieve it but he was getting there. School again became place he didn't dread so much, despite all those werewolves who were walking around. No, he didn't forget that night which changed his and Imogen's relationship. Things between the two of them started getting better since then but he paid the price for that. He had been injured after being pulled into a fight into which he didn't want to get pulled in. What was he supposed to do? Not defend himself? If he didn't he'd be dead by now, that's for sure. Then again, if Imogen didn't show up he'd be dead as well. Now he only passed with those several injuries which didn't bother him for too long. Only couple weeks. Problem in this whole thing was, Imogen now knew that secret he was successfully hiding for years now. She still didn't mention a think but he was aware that she knew. There was something new about the way she was looking at him and just that was enough to convince him that she knew. He didn't intend to question her about anything. Since she didn't say anything to him or to the parents by now was good enough to believe that she won't spill the secret. He wasn't comfortable with the fact that she knew but there wasn't much he was able to do about that.
On the better note, he was finally able to concentrate again. His thoughts weren't swirling and stirring and making his brain seem like complete mush anymore. He begun writing new material. New songs. Inspiration found it's way back to him. He even liked couple things he wrote by now. Just few days ago he thought that he won't be able to write ever again. It wasn't that he wasn't trying. The ideas seemed to avoid him. Those few lines he managed to write down on a piece of paper the other day, were so depressing. He scanned trough words just once before ripping the paper into so tiny parts just to make sure he wouldn't read it again. Ever. All that kinda scared him. Playing guitar, singing in the band, writing songs... Those were the things that he loved doing. The things he was good at. In the same time, they were abilities which were not so subtly taken away from him. He wanted this band to succeed. By now they were on the right way. People liked their songs and maybe they even liked them. He didn't want all that to fall apart simply because he wasn't able to deal with his own problems no matter how big they were. But now when he was holding pen is his hand and writing notes for new song, he was able to put it behind. For the time being at least.
He got up from the floor and picked up his guitar. Carefully he folded the papers and placed him in the pocket of his trousers. They were quite important and he didn't want to risk losing them. Looking around the room he made sure that he didn't leave anything behind. The horror of someone other finding them was something he wouldn't be able to deal with. None of the songs he started was finished. One who would maybe found them wouldn't get much from them, they were only drafts. But still they were his drafts. Maybe they will never turn into songs but he would be able to use them as ideas at least. They were all written in certain moments and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to remember everything he wrote later. He was quite forgetful person. That was known fact. Checking that all papers were still in his pocket, once again, he left the room. He spent last three hours in an abandoned room all alone. His guitar, pen and papers were his company. And they were all company he needed. It was final time to get out of here though. He still had some things to finish back in his dorm. The guys probably knew that he needed some time alone. His writing habits were known to them and after he showed them a song few days ago, they apparently realized that old Darren, or at least fragments of the old Darren were appearing again. So, they left him alone and didn't call even though they, if he remembered right, were supposed to have a rehearsal that day. Well maybe they canceled it.
As the doors closed behind him he heard a sound. Muffled footsteps. No one was there when he arrived, he was sure about that. He took a step toward the doors which were right across the hall. It seemed that the footsteps were coming from inside. Curiosity too him over in that moment. He had to see who was the person who possibly heard him playing. He slowly opened the doors and stepped inside. At first he didn't see anyone there, the room seemed empty. That's until his eyes fell on the figure on the bed. He placed his guitar by the doors so it was leaning on the wall and without a word approached to the figure. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. He recognized her in the moment he passed trough the doors even though he wasn't able to see her face. He placed a hand upon her cheek and leaned in to kiss her softly. Pulling back he smiled "Hey. I didn't know you were here."
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Dec 26, 2007 19:02:19 GMT -5
tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / complete word count;; 764 chat;; done, short though, sorry. attire;; same as before
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Christa felt a hand on her cheek. Her immediate response was to stiffen up. Was this some crazy psychopathic stalker? I guess you could say she did not take to this calmly. Only one guy could do that to her. She turned her head and felt a kiss. That was all it took. Christa didn't even have to glimpse the face. She just knew. It was just something that came to her, nothing that needed extra confirming. Plus, she was smiling again, another sure sign that it was Darren. It was that uncontrollable desire to smile and have fun no matter what you were doing when he was around. His spirit and charm showed everyone a great time. "Hey! Well, here I am." An obvious statement. She'd been making a lot of those unneeded and rather stupid comments lately.
Her eyes roved around and landed on the guitar that leant against the wall right beside the door. "Were you playing?" she asked, curiousity getting the better of her. She'd heard him play a few times, and it was mind-blowing. The talent that he and the other boys in the band had was incredible. And here I am, stuck with the nerdy piano and only an average voice. She recalled that conversation with Clive. In fact, it had been in this very room as well. He had seemed a little distant and almost unwilling to open up, but not as much as Trevor had been. As this thought flashed through her mind, she couldn't help but flash a quick look over in Darren's direction. She hadn't told him. It wasn't like she liked Trevor, but Trevor's past wasn't the cleanest, so to speak. He had thought that if Darren found out he had even talked to Christa, that Darren would rip Trevor to shreds. Christa thought he wouldn't. He couldn't. Would he?
She pushed herself up and sat cross-legged. She'd been favoring this choice of position when she sat for some reason. It was comfortable, you had to admit that. She remembered with a smile that in kindergarten, the called it so many funny names. There was criss-cross applesauce. Oh, and they also called it Indian style. Kindergarten. Childhood in general. Oh, those carefree years when boys didn't care if they were friends with girls and didn't have cooties. Well, that's still mostly true. she thought with a smirk. Those years were drama-free and amazingly not complicated. Like it was now. Everyone had their own little problems. Christa had hers, Darren had his, Dougie had his, Harper had hers. You know, the usual. Guy problems, girl problems, school problems, family problems. They all had their share.
"I haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to?" she inquired. Truth was that. She'd missed him. It was her foolish heart. Why did girls like Christa fall in love? They shouldn't be allowed to, it was dangerous, for both the girl and the boy. Love was a dangerous thing. Wait, that didn't make sense. Wasn't love supposed to be this great floaty feeling that you always got whenever you saw your true love? Well, it was. But, there was another side of it too. The side that you'd do anything for the one you loved. Anything. You ended up loving them more than life itself, which wasn't bad. I'm sure if someone died for their other half, it would make them feel good. But what about that other person that didn't die? They'd be stuck pining for forever. For all eternity in our case. Vampires were 'blessed' with the gift of immortality. Christa still hadn't decided if that was a good thing or bad yet. And she'd had seventeen years to think about it.
She examined the face of the one who made her heart flutter, and her palms sweaty, so told by those who painted love up to be what everyone thought it was. He seemed ... different. Better. Less worn out, less troubled. Had things all worked out for him? Lucky if they did. Her eyes traced his features slowly. The worry lines had mostly faded out. He looked a lot healthier, just as good-looking as usual, plus the charm had returned. She wondered what had brought around the change. Was it Audrey and his passing grade, or was it Imogen and whatever was happening with him. Or maybe the band was getting more popular. Maybe it was the guys and the rest of his friends. Whatever it was, she was grateful for the change in him. It did him good.
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Post by darren hazard. on Dec 26, 2007 21:10:29 GMT -5
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At first she didn't recognize him. She stiffened under his fingers. Because of the darkness he wasn't able to see that, instead he felt it. But as he kissed her she relaxed completely. He didn't blame her. In this darkness it was hard to tell the objects apart, it was even harder to recognize faces. If the light didn't fall on her, he as well wouldn't be able to say who was the figure who was laying on the bed. He really didn't expect that he'd find her here out of all places. She told him nothing about her whereabouts and he didn't ask. He simply figured that she'd be somewhere with her friends. Obviously he was wrong. And he was glad that he was. They didn't see each other for couple days and till this moment he didn't realize how much he missed her. Of course she was always there somewhere, holding a piece of his mind. No matter what he was doing he was thinking about her, every hour of every day. Only few brief moments were enough to bring a smile on his face. Or at least a shadow of a smile in the hardest moments.
Meeting her was a luck factor. It happened few months ago after one of performances the band had. Christa came along with her friend Harper. Dougie was the one who invited them so naturally he was the one who they came to see. The two of them approached just after they got off of the stage. He was putting the guitar back in it's case and in the same time trying to wipe sweat off of his forehead with a towel when Dougie called him. And then he returned and saw her. She was just stretching her hand to shake Devon's. She was smiling. For one second he just stood there looking at them. He needed a moment to snap back to reality and approach to the group. His overall appearance was quite laughable. This hair was a mess, still completely sweaty and clothes weren't in much better condition. Still, it didn't seem that she minded too much. If she did, she wouldn't stick around for this long.
He turned around to see what she was looking at and realized that she noticed his guitar which was still standing there by the doors. He owned couple guitars but that one was, for some reason his favorite, most valuable possession. Actually, he knew what the reason was. That guitar was the first one he bought. First one he picked and paid for. He was saving money for it for couple months. Never told anyone that he wanted it so badly. His parents would buy it for him or give him money at least but he didn't want that. Couple guitars were already in his collection and according to his mother, they were only collecting dust. It was far from the truth but like everyone else she had right to have her own opinion. The expression on his mother's face when he walked in carrying guitar case was screaming not another one. That was certainly one of those moments he never wanted to forget. He never let anyone else play it. It wasn't because he thought that one of the guys would damage it. They were far too skillful in that department. It was just some stupid sentimental thing. "Yes. Was trying to come up with some new material. We need new songs." he replied to her question as he turned back to her "Didn't have inspiration for couple months. Seems that it returned now so I'm trying to take the best of it."
It was true. He was holding to every moment and trying to make it last longer just because he was afraid that this happy period will disappear and that he'd be again left to face the dark nothingness. That was the last thing he wanted. For way too long he was longing for just one happy moment and now when that wish came true he wasn't willing to let go. He didn't want to feel like he was drowning in the sea of problems, not anymore. Life was constantly throwing things at him, putting him into non appealing situations and he needed a break from all that. Again he got lost in his own thoughts. Her words called him back to reality and he raised his head immediately noticing that she sat up and was now much closer.
"Nothing too big. Well, that's if you don't count that Chemistry test I finally passed." he grinned proudly and continued "That kept me busy. But that was all. And where were you?"
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Dec 26, 2007 21:36:32 GMT -5
tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / complete word count;; 668 chat;; finished! attire;; same as before
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"That's cool. Never waste your opportunities." Another stupid comment had slipped out. "Has the band held practices often? To me, it seems like you guys are taking a slight break, which is advisable from time to time." She never understood how they could work so hard. Endless practices, constantly thinking of lyrics, but the passion they had never died. For her, things like this were always quickly passing fancies. She'd never had the time and patience to learn something new like that. Her piano had been drilled in from her childhood, but she wished it had been something more spontaneous, like the guitar, or drums, or something. It bugged her, looking at black and white keys all day. Playing them, glissandos, crescendos, diminuendos, accents, staccatos, tempo changes, various sharps and flats, and the memorizing. That practically killed her sometimes. That and being forced to play a song that you couldn't really connect to. She liked all kinds of music, music capable of plucking a melody out of, obviously. But, too much of one genre could be a horrid thing. A killjoy in other words.
Christa remembered the first time they met. Good thing that she and Harper had been dormmates. Sure, they probably would have met later, both having carried a sin, but this just sped up the process. Sped up in a good way. Well, she knew about Harper and Dougie, oh those two were seemingly made for each other, and so she encouraged Harper to branch out, you know, get to know Dougie and all his little secrets. Turns out, he had a band. With three other guys. Three other really hot guys. 'Specially that Darren. She accompanied Harper after a band rehearsal. Dougie had invited Harper, and he had said to bring a friend, so there she was, standing a little awkwardly in the background while Dougie and Harper started talking. Good old Devon, he came over and shook hands with her and introduced himself, and Darren. He had looked such a sight. That hard work had left him sweaty and his clothes rumpled. Not the best look on him, but still flattering. Fighting back a small laugh, Christa said hi to him, too, and then started flirting up a storm it was almost shameful. The two other guys stood quietly to the side as Harper and Christa left and Dougie and Darren said bye. Christa had subtly slipped her number to him earlier, and this is where it had led to.
"I heard about that Chem test. Congrats!" She smiled genuinely. Darren wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, that was for sure, but he was still smart. He just didn't pick up on things as fast as the abnormally fast people did. So, consequently, that made him normal, in a way. She'd heard from Audrey when they bumped into each other. The two girsl were becoming fast friends, and it was fun to talk to Darren's 'tutor.' Audrey was a good cooker, Christa had found out. Desserts were her specialty. Can anyone say cream puffs? Thoughtfully, she remembered their first meeting. It had been a little chilly, seeing as both girls hadn't been in the best of moods. But, slowly, things had melted, and they were on great terms now. Well, better than before, let's just say.
"Me?" Christa sighed heavily. "I officially hate school. Wait, no, I hate teachers and homework. Love everything else though," she stated matter of factly. "Homework's had me all tied down. That's why I locked myself in my room and finished everything and practically became a hermit for a couple days." Offering a wistful smile, Christa looked him in the eye. "I know where I wanted to have been." A playful grin took the place of the wistful grin that had been there seconds before. She leant the small distance there was between them and gave him another kiss, this one longer. Sparks were shot off, as always, and she never got tired of the feeling.
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Post by darren hazard. on Dec 27, 2007 18:43:21 GMT -5
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"Not really. We just kinda slowed down. There were too many things going on and we weren't functioning properly. We were supposed to have one today. Don't know what happened to it though. Maybe they held it without me. I was busy with this." he said and pulled papers out of his pocket. They were never thinking about breaks. When the band had been formed they realized that they had to sacrifice all free time they had and that wasn't all. Their minds had to work constantly. It wasn't just singing and playing. They were writing their own songs as well and needed to improve themselves constantly. With all the problems they had that wasn't always easy. By now they were somehow managing. Wish to succeed was leading them. They knew that they were good enough, they just had to show it to others, to the world. So, the time and lives had been sacrificed. Some old friends almost neglected and time spent with girlfriends limited. This was the reason why he sometimes didn't see Christa for days. It wasn't quite enjoyable but they knew what they were getting into when the first ideas about forming the band appeared. Darren was quite happy with the way things worked and how everything turned out for them. Even the best bands had to start somewhere and they made their start. It wasn't really a bang but they always had decent number of people in the crowd every time they played on some stage.
It was amazing how things just worked out sometimes. A good thing for a bad thing. Life for death, new friend for new enemy. He early realized that not every single person he met is a friend but it took him awhile to tell people apart. It was quite hard to find out who your real friends are. He had some luck in that department. He had three best friends with whom he shared absolutely everything. And he had them since early childhood. The four boys stuck together trough all these years, never left each others side. It was quite comforting to know that someone always had your back, no matter what you did. They were the only ones who knew those darkest, deepest secrets which he was trying to keep hidden. He was far from perfect but he led himself by belief that not everyone needed to know that. He had time to work on correcting mistakes and getting rid of habits which did him no good. He was a vampire after all. He was supposed to live forever. So that meant that he had whole eternity to work on that. Even though he was one of those who thought things over before reacting, that didn't mean that he didn't have his moments. Madness or simply pure anger were sometimes too strong. The first crossed name on his list was the name of his father. It was sad to know that the person whose blood ran trough your veins betrayed you. From a hero, his father turned into an enemy. Because of one moment of satisfaction he lost trust and love both of his children had for him. Though, name of his father wasn't the only one on the list. A bunch of werewolves found their place there as well. And Trevor Cray of course. One of the rare people who he would attack without second thought. The things he did were just impossible to comprehend. Betrayal was the thing which hurt more than anything else.
Once again he snapped back right in time to hear her congratulate him for the latest accomplishment. The Chemistry test. So called miracle which happened with Audrey's help. She passed trough rough time trying to help him. He could've sworn that once or twice he saw that maniacal glint in her eyes which was so clearly saying that she wanted to murder him. Or at least beat him up. When it came to him, she really didn't have much patience. Sure, he was slow but he had this feeling that his slowness wasn't full reason. She had something against him and he honestly didn't know what that was. However, things got much better when they realized that they in fact havd couple things in common. They both played guitar, more or less liked the same bands and suddenly they had more than chemistry to talk about. That made if possible for him to see her in all new light and he liked this new Audrey much better than the old, insanely boring one. "Thank you." he returned the smile "I finally got that off of my back. One less thing to worry about."
He chuckled as he heard what was preoccupying her for the last few days. Christa was always full of energy. Hearing that she was behind on her assignments was definitely something new. "Maybe you started spending too much time with me. Can't say that I mind though. It's quite the opposite." he commented right before she closed the space which was parting them and kissed him again. He instantly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer so she was almost sitting on his lap. No he coldn't help it. He missed her too much.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Dec 27, 2007 19:05:11 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 762 chat;; i'm stealing parts of your name thingy. attire;; same as before ____________________________________________________ "Me? Spend too much time with you? Impossible," she whispered as the broke apart. Christa wrapped her arms around Darren and hugged him tightly. There wasn't much room between them anyways, so she went ahead and crawled into his lap. Laying her head in the hollow of his neck, she sighed serenely. Things were the way they were supposed to be right now. Two people, enjoying each other's company. She stayed still and listened to his heartbeat and inhaled his scent. It wasn't just the smell of his blood that intrigued her, no, it was more the scent of him as a whole. His clothes, his skin, his breath, his hair. Everything swirled around her in an aromatic whirlwind. "Anyways, you know I love my grades more than you." Smirking, she looked back up at him. "Just kidding." Laughing softly, she gave him another quick peck.
Ah, school and grades. Would they ever end? It seemed to be crushing the so called 'best years of your life.' High school. Her parents' histories weren't exactly so colorful as Christa's. Hers were painted with parties and splattered with boys. Her mom's was one boy. Which was her dad. Interesting, eh? Her nights, instead of getting drunk accidently, were spent writing ten page papers all over again, editing, proof reading, the works. Her dad's were a little more carefree. More girls, let's just say. He was athletic. Did that count for anything? Christa guessed that was where she got her quick reflexes and naturally fit body. She didn't quite know what she got from her mother. Maybe it was her creative and artistic side? Her mother, surprisingly, had taken piano. Apparently, it had been quite popular in those days. Yeah, old days, old fashions. It screamed nerdy. Well, people said it was supposed to be good to be a mix of your parents. In Christa's version, that wasn't exactly what happened. Somehow, her genes seemed to have a mind of their own. Maybe it was that envy sin. Ah, too much thinking.
Back to school and grades. How in the world did she get sidetracked? Well, she had been thinking about ... Wait, she was doing it again. School had two sides, as afore mentioned. The relaxing one, and the one where you actually learned. Well, you can guess which side most of the student population loved. Let's start with the first one mentioned, shall we? The carefree life away from your regulating parents, that was probably the most major perk of living here at Collingwood in a dorm that she shared with three other amazing girls. Wait I take that back. Two amazing girls. Marina, obviously, didn't count. That --- Relax Christa ... Well, let's just say that Marina and Christa didn't get along too well. And that was putting it extremely mildly. In fact, Marina didn't get along with anyone really. Except Trevor. She seemed to have him twisted around her 'pretty little finger.'
The other face of school was beyond explainable. It was nice to learn and to know new things, but this school certainly stretched the limit. Here at Collingwood, they drummed things into you, that's for sure. Christa had never learned so much in all her life. Darren was lucky, this was his last year. That made Christa sad suddenly. She was still a junior, sadly. This year, and then the next, then sweet freedom. For a couple months, then it was college. She still hadn't figured out which ones she even wanted to apply to. Wow, talk about procrastinating. She figured that she'd just apply to a close one or something. Then again, who needed college? She could go find work. It'd be easy. No one can resist the charm of a vampire. Or maybe she could work for the band. That way, she'd be able to stay close to Darren. Oh well, there was still plenty of time for consideration on the subject.
Christa carefully eyed the scraps of paper on the bed. These still hadn't been made into a song yet. Well, then again, most of his thoughts weren't. They were just sifted through and then developed and then so on and so forth. She reached out a hand tentatively, but didn't know if he wanted her to see them or not. She tilted her head up to him. "Darren, mind if I take a look?" Her eyes had a curious glint in it. She wondered what he'd been writing about. Her fingers traced the edges of the paper, waiting for his answer, if he offered one. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by darren hazard. on Dec 28, 2007 1:16:47 GMT -5
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Darren smiled as he heard her reply and welcomed her in his arms as she sat down on his lap. For just one moment he was able to close his eyes and rest his head on top of hers. He couldn't remember when was the last time that he felt so peaceful. He liked this. In one way this seemed like untypical, extra clear dream. Everything what was happening was even better than any product of his imagination. First he heard footsteps, then walked into the room and found his girlfriend laying on the bed. He kissed her and now she was sitting on his lap with her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. He had to open his eyes to convince himself that he didn't fall asleep on the floor back in that room he was using as a shelter from the all unwanted visits. He managed to resist the urge to pinch his arm to really make sure this wasn't dream. Then again his dreams were quite disturbing. He dreamed nice things rarely. Or if he did, he didn't remember them in the morning. There was no chance that something what made you wake up in the middle of the night all sweaty was a good dream. Even in his dreams he was constantly running from something. In the end, he would always wake up tired. More tired than he was when he went to bed. His dreams could've been classified as nightmares. Those really scary nightmares. And this was far too nice to be a nightmare. He arched an eyebrow as she slightly moved and looked up at him. "You love your grades more than you love me?" he echoed "Well yes, you better be kidding. Because if you're not, I'm gonna start worrying, you know." Well, if nothing, he earned himself another short kiss.
School was one of those things which were at the bottom of his favorites list. It wasn't always like that. He used to be one of those responsible students who were turning every paperwork in time. That was back in the time when he cared, when he wanted to get somewhere in his life. That was long time ago though. Now his mind was working differently. He still wanted to get somewhere, just not trough school. Now he was a part of a band. And that band had great opportunity to succeed. Who knew? Maybe one day he will be able to laugh at all these poor kids who worked like crazy just to get in college. In one way, getting in college was a good thing. Only for some people though and Darren believed that he wasn't one of those people. Maybe once in the old, long forgotten days but definitely not now. That wish left him abruptly just like it came. He never liked the school so much to actually force himself to study. He never reached that stage. He wasn't like Christa or Audrey. Long studying sessions happened only before those huge, amazingly hard tests which meant either final downfall or life in happiness. Every paperwork he had to turn in always ended up with an extension and then just average passing grade. He was putting much less effort in each and every one of them than he was actually able to. He didn't have to worry about all that much, not anymore. This was his last, final year here.
Upon hearing her question, Darren raised papers and placed them in her hands. He didn't mind her reading. Usually he wasn't too keen to let people check his drafts, not before they were turned into songs. Only Damien, Dougie and Devon were allowed to read those. From time to time they had decent ideas and Darren needed all the help he could get. But this was Christa. Person with whom he shared everything, or almost everything. Wondering will she realize that there was a song written about her in there somewhere, he just nodded and leaned at the bed post which was behind his back "Go on, read. And while you're at it, tell me what you think."
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Dec 28, 2007 9:28:26 GMT -5
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"Thanks." Christa disentangled her arms from Darren and sat upright, leaning back on him. She took each piece of paper and read it separately, taking her time. Each note deserved not to be rushed through, but to be fully appreciated. She knew that this wasn't something that was totally trivial. She was looking at an artist's own thoughts, a lyricist's writings. There were a lot of crossing outs and rewritings, but the words themselves were amazing. The way that he could put words, simple words, together and make a whole new, and thoughtful meaning was astounding to Christa. Some phrases made her wonder if she was his subject, but she tossed those suspicions away after wistful hopes. She wasn't important enough. There were more significant things to write about. Like hope, and love, wait, that led back to Christa. She kept being doubtful, but she still kept wondering. Should she ask? She couldn't even decide about that.
She finally finished. It had taken her sometime, and she wouldn't be surprised if Darren had been bored to death. Christa gently placed them back down on the bed, giving them one last look and pat. "Darren, I can't say what I think about them, I'm sorry. For one, the closest thing I can say about my opinions on them is that they're utterly amazing." The admiration radiated through her voice. "Let's put it this way, if they had a class on true songwriting, you'd pass easily with flying colors." And I'd be down there at the bottom of the class. Christa had always had trouble putting what she felt into words. It was just a talent she never had and Darren did, obviously. Lucky, lucky boy. "Those lyrics aren't just some wayside words, they actually mean something. Those are the best typ---"
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The sudden noise made Christa jump. Holy shit. Her back pocket started vibrating, and she remembered, suddenly, that she had taken her phone, too. You know, just in case someone called her. Which was not advisable, as shown in this situation. Taking a noisy object into a place filled with silence was not something someone smart would do. She slid her green phone out and opened it up. It was just an alarm. "Sorry about that," Christa said, her heart still a little fast. "I had to set an alarm for dinner time to remind me to eat. That's how much homework I had. Ha, just shows how lame I am!" Flipping open her phone, her fingers quickly pushed a few buttons, and the noise stopped. "Well, what I was saying before my phone went off was that those are the best kind of lyrics. And," here, she picked up one of the lips of paper. This was her favorite set of lyrics. It was a guy singing about the quirky habits of the girl he loved and why he loved her. Some habits, surprisingly, were exactly the ones she had. To write her essays and print them on lime green paper, to randomly wear clothes that didn't match, to eat dessert first. "I wanted to ask, who's the girl in this chorus?" She handed him the scrap and looked at him. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was Jesslynn, Christa's sister and Damien's girlfriend. Maybe it was Harper, or maybe it was Victoria. It was not limited to only his girlfriend, but she felt like asking anyways.
She wondered what it'd be like to have a song about her. She'd never imagined it. Do you know how many songs there were about a girl named Christa. Hell, she didn't even have a song with her name in it. There was one named Bella Christa, but it was old and didn't make too much sense. Opus Dai was the band. Or maybe it was just a singer. Who knew? She didn't. Christa may be a little musically deprived, but she knew her bands through her friends if not through finding that band herself. Christa probably couldn't live without music. Who could? It was fun to listen to the lyrics of a song and pretend they were being sung to you. Even if it was a hate song. They were fun to imagine what you could've done. Like Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats" was hilarious. She could so see herself being a girl who keyed her ex's car and carved her name into his leather seats. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to do that to Darren.
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Post by darren hazard. on Dec 28, 2007 22:53:51 GMT -5
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The papers he handed her weren't put in certain order and it wasn't really easy to find a way trough them. Some words were crossed, others were unreadable. His handwriting wasn't one of the neatest around, letters were leaning to the left and they were bit too big. But somehow he knew that she would manage. His eyes remained fixed upon her as she read. He watched how her expression was changing. It really did seem that she liked what she was reading. He didn't mean that it would mean that much to him, but seeing the look on her face made him even more content, he definitely didn't regret that he let her read. The reason why he usually didn't let people read his songs until they were all done was simple. He thought that he would lose inspiration. That happened to him couple times and he never finished those few songs he let in public. It was a shame really. They could've been new hits. Maybe. He had a knack for this. He didn't think that he was outstanding but he admitted that he was pretty good. After all people did like those couple songs that they sung for them. Seeing people sing along made him feel proud of himself. That wasn't the only reason why he was writing though. Everyone needed something trough which they could express themselves. This was his way. Singing, playing and writing. And it was good to know that people appreciated the effort he was putting into this. In a way it was major ego boost. To hear her complimenting this was something else. It made him write even more. The idea just hit him and he pulled one random paper from the stack, carefully, not to damage the rest. Pen was already in his hand. Quickly he scribbled four lines in an empty corner, folded paper and put it and pen back in the pocket. Lazy smile on his face had been changed into satisfied one.
Her words made him laugh too. She was exaggerating. He was good but not that good. Then again, she couldn't be objective. To be, she'd have to be complete stranger and she was as far from that as that was possible. She was his girlfriend, he saw her in some special light and to him she was amazingly close to perfect, her every action too. So he guessed that she thought something similar about him. That was if he was reading it well from her reactions so far. Maybe she didn't love him, but she liked him enough to stand him. And even that was just enough as long as he was able to be this close to her. At first this whole arrangement didn't feel too right. Christa wasn't the first girlfriend he had. But she was the first one who took enough time and found best way to reach him. By now he was working by the same method which proved to be effective. He wasn't letting any girl come too close. It was great to have fun with them, not too enjoyable to see them cry and sometimes hard to listen everything they had to say. He never shared fragments of his life with them though. Things they knew about him were just basics. And it for him, that worked perfectly. And then Christa came along and ruined that perfect little method. It all started like it usually did. She slipped him her number when no one was watching and after some thinking he called. They went out couple times and just when things were supposed to start falling apart, they somehow got better. It was the first time that happened so it caught him unprepared. But he liked her more than enough not to mind. Without noticing, he was slowly falling in love with her and it felt so good. He came to the point when he constantly needed her. Maybe this was that love people were talking so much about.
Just as he planned to add couple comment's about songs, he had been interrupted and startled with sounds and vibrations which were coming from back pocket of her jeans. "It's not healthy to work that much, love." he told her as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. That one arm which was wrapped around her tightened it's grip slightly, almost instantly. She really was working too hard. There was still one more thing he wanted to add about the subject but her next comment made him chose not to. There it was. She found the song. That satisfied smile found it's way back to his face and for a moment he didn't say a thing. It was so obvious, she didn't even have to ask. He pointed every unique habit she had and he could remember. No one else was doing those things she did. It was making her special on so many levels, in a good way. He quickly scanned the paper instantly remembering every single word. "You really don't know? Don't even have an idea? Hm... Maybe I will have to rewrite that." he thought about the option for a moment "Then again, it's always good to keep some mystery." he added and winked.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Dec 29, 2007 18:39:42 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 437 chat;; now, my tipsy post -hiccups- attire;; same as before ____________________________________________________ "I know it's not healthy, but it's what us talentless people have to do." Christa smiled a bit and sighed. She wasn't exceptionally talented in any area. She was just average in all of them. Sports weren't her specialty. Though she could play mostly every sport, she wasn't a star at any of them. Plus, she tended to stay away from sweating. She looked really weird. And unhygenic. And, she was not artistic. Well, she could draw. This was probably her best area. But, again, she was not amazing. Just average. She was not the most academic person in the world. Then again, she didn't really want to be. The nerds had to have something she didn't, right? And, she wasn't musically leaning. Sure, she listened to music and rocked out to most any beat, but she wasn't some musical prodigy. She couldn't write, she couldn't act, she couldn't ... do anything! Well, way to brighten the mood and stay positive. Now she was in a slightly down mood. Was there nothing positive about her? Well, low self esteem did cure vanity and pride. But being insecure was almost as bad. Always needing assurance and pats on the back. You could most never recover from that, but humble pie was served easily. Your head could easily come down from the clouds, but to dig it out of the ground was a harder issue that she really did not want to contemplate.
For a second, she was horrified. "Oh no, you can not rewrite this. It's absolutely terrific." Christa then toned herself down. "If I guess right, will you tell me?" she asked. She kind of didn't know what to do. If she asked if it was her, would it sound boastful? If she asked it was someone else, would that sound like she really didn't know? It was a sticky situation. Why am I so indecisive? She carefully wobbled between each idea. Each had its pro and cons. If she went with the first one, maybe he'd think she was smart and actually knew some stuff. Again, negative thoughts. If she stuck with the second one, she might seem a little dumb, but at least she wouldn't be jumping to random conclusions. Plus, if she was wrong, that'd be really, really embarassing. But, she was the only one who printed essays and other papers to turn in on lime green paper. It was quite surprising that the teacher's accepted it too. The habit had been picked up by a middle school teacher who promoted creativity and uniqueness. She'd stuck to it. Hey, I like my green paper. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by darren hazard. on Dec 30, 2007 19:37:18 GMT -5
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The fact that she didn't eat properly for last few days, at least, was worrying him. She already was thin. The food was giving people strength and that strength they needed. Yes, Christa was a vampire, bearer of a sin as well and quite powerful but that still didn't mean that she was invincible. The only real thing vampires needed was blood. They could survive just by taking it. But all this energy wasn't coming from it. Trough years they developed certain need for other things. And unfortunately for them, food was one of those. They didn't need it as much as humans did. Pure commoners had to eat every day to keep the strength, vampires didn't. He was living proof. The fact that he knew how that loss of energy actually felt, didn't help. Concern was readable from his eyes even though he didn't say a thing and he didn't loose that grip. Sometimes actions spoke louder than words. This was one of those moments.
"You? Not talented? That's rubbish." he commented with half amused smile on his face. She really was far from the truth. He could name at least two or three things she was extremely good at. Maybe she just didn't see that. Maybe he wasn't able to be completely objective when it came to her but he was positive that these things were something others saw too. "All those great grades you have didn't just appear there. And how you manage to get all your paperworks in time and get best grades still beats me. See, maybe you're not lacking talent as much as you think." he added and slowly ran his fingers trough her soft wavy hair. She really was beautiful. So beautiful that he found himself lost in the moment.
The tone of her voice made him smile. She was delaying the the guess. It almost seemed that she was to shy to even try. This wasn't something he, or anyone else as he knew, saw on daily basis. Christa was one of those girls who brought light to the room just by walking in it and her just her smile was contagious. It was funny to even imagine her in situation like this. But Darren understood. Even though he believed that his actions and expressions were completely readable, and they were according to the band, there was a possibility that she wasn't able to read them. After all, he still didn't believe that he was the one who got her. To him it seemed unreal as much as grapes growing from willow tree. This had to be something like that. Though, that lyric about the green paper was major hint. "If you guess right... Yes I will tell you."
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Dec 30, 2007 20:34:58 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; time stands still for her tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 715 chat;; yeyy, longer postie. attire;; same as before ____________________________________________________ The air between them seemed a little tense. Christa didn't stir, and neither did Darren. He didn't seem to relaxed. She'd describe this as being in a tizzy. What was bothering him? She knew him well enough to tell that something was. Her other thoughts about the female subject of his beautiful song were pushed out of her mind. This was more important. Christa really didn't like it when Darren was in a bad mood. That always made her feel a little down. But, vice versa as well. When he was happy, that rubbed off on her as well, lifting her spirit up along with his. But this was one of those times that her mood was dampened just because he didn't seem exactly content. But what could be bothering him? Was it something she said? She grimaced mentally at her own words. They sounded so corny. But, Christa reflected over all she had uttered. His problem probably wasn't that she was showering him with compliments, all males liked that. Was it because she didn't know who that song was about? Well, she deserved some slack, she did have some hunches. And then she remembered. Well, again, she thought she remembered. Was the source of his discomfort the fact that she wasn't eating regularly? Well that was a wasted concern.
Christa loved eating. It was amazing how much she could pack down and still be skinny. One of the more positive perks about being a vampire. An undead, so to speak. You could stuff yourself silly and still look amazingly pretty. She ate most anything and everything, but she restrained herself in public. A girl had to have some sort of image, didn't she? But when it was just herself, the food poured in. Especially when she was depressed and so on. Eating your feelings really helped, it did. It just fixed everything. Probably because it'd keep her jaw moving and then sore if she ate something chewy, which would take her mind off of her pain emotionally. So, naturally, he shouldn't worry about her little eating disorder. That was just because of her small homework pile epidemic. She'd go back to her regular, for her, eating habits in no time.
"Talented? Working hard is not talent, everyone is capable of that." She almost snorted. Talented? Her? Psh, no way. Didn't she just have this mini conversation with herself a few seconds ago? It was almost like he read her mind. Then she remembered saying something about being talentless. Oh great, I'm finally losing my mind. Moving on to the next subject, she pushed that one out of the way. She didn't like talking about herself anyways. Humble Christa. That didn't quite click, but it fit. In a strange way. She realized that the other subject, about the song, would ultimately be talking about herself as well. Rolling her eyes, she just decided to get it over with. "Okay, here's my first guess. Considering that I'm the only one that uses lime green paper for school," she pointed out. She liked to have evidence to support her wacked out thinking. Plus, it'd back up her reason for saying something like that if she was wrong, which there was a considerable chance she was. "Is this song, partial song, about ... me?" She bit her lip, one eye squinted in uncertainty. The question had come out slowly, hesitantly, as if she didn't want to know the answer. Which, in one way, she didn't. In another way, she was dying to find out.
The atmosphere of the room still hadn't really relaxed, so she just made a quick reassurance. "If you're still worried about me not eating, don't worry. It was just for that short three days, okay? It's nothing, so please don't fret." Her pleading eyes gazed into his, and her request was sincere. She'd probably ask him out to dinner or something just to appease him. And eat a great deal. She was a little hungry anyways. A little, but not enough to leave this little haven just yet. It was peaceful, and comforting, to be alone with him, which, as said before, hadn't happened in quite a while. What with his band, and her school work, time just seemed to fly by faster than before. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by darren hazard. on Jan 1, 2008 23:35:01 GMT -5
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No, it wasn't like this before. He was still able to remember the days when he didn't care about a thing. Everything was so plain and blank. Pain was the only thing which he was able to feel. It was burning inside him, ripping his insides like a knife. Happiness, sadness and all related feelings simply disappeared. He was lethargic. There was no strength left in his body. If it wasn't for the pain, he wouldn't even know that he's still alive. It was exactly how that song said, because I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all. Emotions complicated lives, screwing it big time but they were needed. All that wasn't something he wanted to get back to. Currently things worked well but he was well aware that just one slight change was enough for him to get back exactly where he was. Lifeless, wasted and one step closer to the edge. People had bright, colorful lives in which they enjoyed. That was the one thing he'd kill for. His life was painted in nuances of gray.
Darren felt that a change, several of them in fact, happened inside him. Christa did that. And for first time he didn't mind. Something positive was going on. Something positive didn't happen for awhile now and he embraced this new happiness fully. There was a tough chance that she knew about that. There was no way that she knew. He never said a thing. Maybe she did read him, but he doubted that she was able to read him that well. He was able to hide whatever he wanted if he really wanted to hide it. His addiction was just an example. The point was, he was able to hide things well. From the world but not from himself. That was different story. Mere thought that something could happen to her was pure horror. Maybe he did worry too much. But this was Christa, not some random girl he was with accidentally. These feelings he had for her were something new and they didn't just bloom over night. The development took time and he still didn't really get used to them. But he did accept them and that was a start. Maybe they wouldn't last long, after all he was the guy who was known for his habit of not sticking with same girl for too long. Devon used to say that he was ladies man. He didn't see himself in that light but obviously, some other people did. He never cheated on a girl. That was something he learned from his father's experience. It was just plain stupid to quit life as you know it for one moment of pleasure. No, he wasn't a cheater. It was much easier to break up with a girl. But he intended to make this good. As much enjoyable as it could be.
"You are wrong. Not everyone." and it was true. An example was right there beside her. Those things which kept her going weren't something he understood. Maybe it was her sin. Envy could make person go far. Maybe even too far. Just like this not eating thing. Success, at least considering school, sometimes wasn't worth of it. To succeed and then drop dead from exhaustion wasn't highly recommendable. There was no point in that. You were unable to enjoy in your victory. Though, when she started talking about the song again, he had to smile. Green paper. The line which was making this obvious. Of course she noticed it. She still seemed shy about this. And why was that, he didn't know. Playful grin replaced smile and for few moments he just looked at her amusedly. He couldn't keep her waiting for too long. He did promise that he would tell her if she guessed right. Since she did guess, now it was time for him to fill his part of the deal. "Well you just might be right. But I hear that lime green paper is cool thing these days." he just had to. It was fun to tease her from time to time and this was an opportunity he couldn't pass. "Of course it's about you, my lime green paper lady. There is no one else I'd write something like that about."
Next words made him loose that grip finally. Just one bit though. There was no reason why he shouldn't believe her. He just managed to pull a promise out of her. If she said that it was just three days, then it was just three days. He didn't doubt that she was capable to take care of herself. He had the right to worry though. "It better be. If you start doing that again, I'll just have to follow you around and make sure you eat well. And that might be inconvenient."
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Jan 2, 2008 20:59:03 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; time stands still for her tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 769 chat;; -yawn- bad post sorry. attire;; same as before ____________________________________________________ "No, I'm serious. Everyone can work hard. Just they either don't have the patience or they don't have the will." Christa was going to point that out. Why was she even pressing this subject? It wasn't even all that important. It wasn't important at all at the time. So why didn't she just shove it away like that not eating thing? Well, maybe it was her love of a good debate. She loved arguing. Not heatedly, but logically, and with reason. It was fun. Just fun. It taught someone to stand up for what you think. That there was more than one way to prove your point, another way to persuade the other person, and that meant not with fists and brute force. Hey, it was fun to make someone sway their decision with nothing but words and common sense. You'd enjoy your victory so much more. To think, you won a battle with no other weapon except your tongue. That had to be somewhat satisfying, right? Yes.
But, as tempting as it was to argue her way to a defeat on Darren's part, she stopped as soon as she saw his reaction to her guess. He was teasing her, stretching her limits. There was the playful grin that made her heart melt. There was more. A cheekiness of some sorts. There were a lot of things that she loved about Darren, but the one thing that stood out beyond the rest was the way he never pretended to be someone else. He was always himself, and that was good enough for him. She absolutely loved that. Christa hated when guys changed just to get your attention. That was horrible. Why would she like them then? Their facade would wear off sooner or later. Why would they fake who they are? If they wanted a girl to like them, they should be themself. If she didn't like them for them, then they better move on and find someone who did.
"Well you just might be right. But I hear that lime green paper is cool thing these days."
Christa raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Is that it? Then, tell me why is it that you don't use them yourself? After all, you know what's cool. And you are the embodiment of cool, as you always say." She feigned innocence. If he wanted to poke fun at her habits, then she'd return it with high spirits and a good attitude. It was hard to forget an old habit, he of all people should know that. He, the guy that knew her so well, should know that she rarely dropped anything that had she'd done more than three times. That was habit-making for her. It was easy to catch onto something for Christa, which was good when she was in P.E. or class, but horrible when it was something annoyingly odd like the green paper issue.
"Of course it's about you, my lime green paper lady. There is no one else I'd write something like that about."
His words eased her mood a little bit. "Lime green paper lady? New nickname. Is that cool, too?" she questioned jokingly. "Well, I'd rather be your lime green paper lady than anyone else's." Her head fell back onto his shoulder in a comfortable position. To know that she was his and he was hers was a peace instilling thought. Something good to know. You know, those feelings that help you through a lonely night. The kind that leads onto happy and serene dreams. The kind that when you're trying to think of something happy, you think of a thought like that one. Yep, that kind of thought.
"It better be. If you start doing that again, I'll just have to follow you around and make sure you eat well. And that might be inconvenient."
"Inconvenient? And why's that? Is my company so odious that the only reason why'd you follow me around is because you think I'll waste away from malnutrition?" Her voice had a faked hysteric tone to it, like she was hyperventiliating. But, she was just pretending. He didn't have to follow her around. In fact, in her opinion, clingy guys were pretty bad. They were like the puppy that she'd always had and never wanted. The kind of guys that sought you out every minute of every day, always wanting to be close to you. Even worse than the overprotective boyfriend, and that was saying something. Christa liked little romantic things or little actions that proved that he cared, but seriously, it was like having a lovesick bodyguard. Wow, nightmarish thought. [/size][/blockquote]
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