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Post by bree fisher on Jan 25, 2008 10:15:33 GMT -5
She kind of had to weave her way out of this one. Yeah...I actually ended up kind of thrown in with the senior class, because I was on varsity. Which was pretty great and all,but it was the Upper East Side. So you get thrown into a bunch of things and you know, lifestyles I don't really think I was ready for, you know? And then my sister broke up with her boyfriend, got engged to someone else, and it was just crazy, and my brother just kind of...did the same thing. My family has some bogus notion you have to marry before you're twenty or something. So last year was just...crazy. And then I screwed up and got sent here.
She was kind of surprised she told him all this. It just kind of..came out. She looked up at him, an amused expression on her faith. Yeah, so there's my life story in a nutshell that you didn't ask for. What about you? Anything I should know about your social life? You're not some binge drinker sadist, are you? She smiled so he'd know she was kidding.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 25, 2008 22:39:19 GMT -5
Kaleb listened, nodding when he needed to and smirking every once in a while. Why was it that most of the people that came here had a bad or unusual past but happened to have all his money to send them here? It seemed that way for everyone. She wasn't an exception. He smiled and nodded his head at her question. [Yes, why, I am a bing drinker sadist. I drink lattes, but not quite as much caffeine as you.]
He thought about the question before that, smirking because he wasn't really sure what TO say. There wasn't much going on in his social life. Well, there was some stuff so he felt a little obliged to tell her, considering she had told him like...her life story.
[Let's start out with the fact that im an only child. I don't look anything like my parents. Im originally from Northern London. I moved out to California when i was 7, and then here my sophmore year. Um...well nothing much on that front. Well, im not an only child. Well I wasn't. We moved here because my brother was murdered over in England and my parents wanted to get away. So yeah. My girlfriend all through middle and up until the end of my freshman year left me for my best friend...and im pretty thankful I left when I did. Thats pretty much it. As for my social life...well I don't drink and I dont smoke. I just kinda like to chill at home...you know?]
He was talking for a while and his throat had gotten dry, so he took a sip of the lukewarm coffee.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 26, 2008 12:45:09 GMT -5
I laughed. No one drinks as much caffiene as I do.
She listened intently to his story. Nodding and wincing in sympathy in all the right places. God...that would suck immensely, to have your brother die like that. I mean, my siblings are three years older than me, but I couldn't live without Jeremy. I mean, he's just been there for me...you know, like I'm sure your brother was there for you. Bree...well, I love her to death but she's trying to turn me into some kind of makeup-obsessed beauty. And she took all the good genes, so...it's just hopeless. I mean, you've gotten to miss out on all that older-sister freakout stuff.
But man, that's just awful. I mean, I'm so sorry, and I know that's such a tired out phrase for this kind of thing, but I am. It seems the rich people are always the most screwed up, eh? Her caffiene level was dropping below ridiculously jumped-up. She sipped her coffee, it was almost gone. Sadness!
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Post by Dakota on Jan 27, 2008 0:19:09 GMT -5
Kaleb nodded intently, not doubting her theory of caffeine intake.
He shrugged once she had finished her little speech like think.
[Hey...it was a long time ago. He was like...10 i think when he died...i was 7. Thats almost 11 years ago now. I kinda got over it, but im not sure my parents ever did. It's just weird because they never talk about him and there's only one picture of him I've ever seen displayed in our house. Im starting to think it was like someone my parents knew who murdered him or something. Maybe my parents murdered him? Im not sure. It would explain alot though.]
He smiled a little at the thought, his quiet country club parents killing his older brother. That was a real joke. He looked down at his drink and swished it around a bit, letting the bottom edge glide along the table. He stared at the labeland then took another sip and saw hers was getting low.
[You want another one? You silly little caffeine addict.]
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 27, 2008 14:25:45 GMT -5
She smiled half-heartedly as he tried to make a joke. It would be different for your parents because he would mean so much more to them, just 'cause they could remember him better. When Jeremy was about 15 he tried to commit suicide and that was...hellish, on the part of my parents. It sucked worse for Bree just 'cause she's his twin.
She smiled at her almost-empty coffee cup. Another one sounds great, but I don't want to be killing your coffee fund or anything. I really should just like, invest in an IV or something. She smiled at him.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 27, 2008 17:10:24 GMT -5
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 27, 2008 19:10:22 GMT -5
She grinned, accepting his offer. You can never have too much caffiene in your body, I always say.
Sh saw his face become guarded as she spoke about Jeremy's suicide but decided not to push it. What do you do for fun around here? I figure you're not one of the party set, I said. I figured we'd probably be into the same things.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 27, 2008 19:52:05 GMT -5
He smirked, and thought about how to answer her question. His phone started to buzz in his pocket, shaking him back into the real world. He pulled out his phone and read the text and answered back quickly, putitng it back into his pocket.
[well...i guess i just drive around. I have a horse that i ride occasionally but he got hurt when he was younger so i ry to take it easy on him. I snowboard...skateboard...wakeboard...surf...seasonal stuff you know?]
he trailed off a little bit, trying to think of what else to say.
[What about you?]
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 27, 2008 20:09:55 GMT -5
I smiled. Awesome! The all around sportsman, I said.
I thought for a second. I'll try most stuff, but mainly I'm either rowing, running, playing soccer, or talking to friends and stuff. I 'm one of those people who really loves t see really sad movies on Sunday afternoons for no reason other than it gives me an excuse ot get a bunch of people together and get them high off of buncha crunch. Of course, there's always coffee. You can't go through life without finding really good coffee to drink, I said, grinning and thanking God the caffiene hadn't taken its tole on my teeth yet.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 28, 2008 21:36:36 GMT -5
Kaleb was completley engulfed in her comments to the sports she liked to do. Somehow, no matter what, the topic always turned to coffee! It was honestly driving him mad. He smiled though, laughing at how freaken obsessed she was with this liver-killing beverage and shook his head.
[Im GOING to wean you off of coffee. You'll need a Tea Iv or something...as long as it's not poisioning your liver and yelowing your teeth. Like green tea! Thats full of antioxidants. I dont know what that means but its a big word and im pretty sure the 'anti' part means its good for getting rid of oxidants in your body which must serve a purpose if theres a bunch of tea companies trying to get rid of these oxidants. Maybe it causes cancer...im not sure but i think id rather be like "Yes. My friend died of cancer from drinking tea which took out the oxidants in her body." Not... "My friend died fo coffee poisioning" Because then they would look it up and be like "Yo. Coffee poisioning only happens in 3rd world countries" and then they would want a background check on you but i couldnt ask you if you were born in a 3rd world country because you would have died of coffee poisioning.]
He soon realized he was talking to his coffee and laughed at himself.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 29, 2008 15:53:57 GMT -5
I bust out laughing, he was talking so fast for so long I thought he was going to pass out. I raised my new cup of coffee to him. Good luck to you, I said, smiling. I've tried tea, but to me it's always too watery. Antioxidants are chemicals your body can't make on its own to get rid of the toxins and crap your body makes naturally. I know, it's weird for me to just spit that out but I really like biology.
Hmm...coffee poisining. That's a new one on me,
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Post by Dakota on Jan 29, 2008 21:46:47 GMT -5
Kaleb laughed and shook his head, catching his breath after a while. He was already hyped up on a latte. He sipped a little bit of it and calmed down.
He smiled, and looked around the coffee shop, outside and back at her.
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Post by bree fisher on Jan 30, 2008 19:08:37 GMT -5
I laughed.I don't know, I suppose I shall have to find out. Hey, you don't know Bella Swan, by any chance, do you? she asked, remembering that she had been really close to Blysse and Haven.
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Post by Dakota on Jan 30, 2008 21:15:05 GMT -5
Kaleb immediatley reacts to Bellas name, a sudden deer in the headlights look creeps onto his face, which soon turns into a small smile, at this rather odd but now seemingly more comfortable conversation.
[Yeah...] he hesitates a little before responding.
[Yeah I do...why?]
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 1, 2008 5:31:06 GMT -5
Annabel smiled, knowing exactly how he felt about Kaleb from the look in his eye. I don't know if you were here when Jacob Black came last year, but she had this huge breakdown abot the same time, remember? Haven, she's my cousin but more like my sister, helped her through it.
She smirked at him in a knowing way, it was so weird for her to feel older than him like this. It was adorable to see, she had to smile. I know that look, Kaleb. Does she know? How you feel, that is?
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Post by Dakota on Feb 1, 2008 7:49:22 GMT -5
He shrugged, looking at her through his glossy green eyes, biting his lip when the conversation took a turn and the discussion was no longer about her, but about him. And not coffee either. He had to smile at the thought refraining in his head. He waited a few minutes before he answered but he could see the smile on her face from getting him on such a weird subject. Had she not rendered him speechless for a minute there, he surely would have blushed until he was bright red. BUt on the accord that he didn't he shrugged again.
He stopped talking and was silent for a long while. He bit his lip and took a sip of his coffee.
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 1, 2008 21:08:48 GMT -5
I shrugged. Look, I let something really good go because of something a lot like this. And...there are some relationships that are forever. So...if you really like her--and knowing Bella, she probably knows--I wouldn't let her slip through your fingers, you know? Thinking 'what would have happened if I had stayed...' gets really old sometimes.
I remembered thinking those exact same words just before The Accident. Remembering all the things I'd done then, I realized that my hands were resting on the table wrist up. My scars were millions of times worse than Haven's because they were barely a month old. Long, red, and ugly, they were deep scratches all across my wrist, still shiny with scar tissue. They'd been behind my coffee cup but now it had been thrown away and the sun was reflecting off the scar.
I was done hiding, and I knew Kaleb had noticed it anyway. I sighed and stuck my wrists out for him to see. I'm not saying, you'll go that crazy, but it would be better to avoid this kind of thing at all costs. I said, thinking of how many of us had scars from suicide attempts in my family. Haven and Blysse both had those weird sparkly scars, Jeremy had deep ones around his ankles and neck from when he'd tried to hag himself. Currently, Bree was the only one who'd gotten away scot free. Then again, she'd always been the happy one.
No one had known why I'd tried to do it, I couldn't have told that, no matter what had happened. It'd been a long time and...maybe the truth had to come out? Was that what I'd been trying to tell myself all along.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 1, 2008 22:03:17 GMT -5
Kaleb sat there, pondering her advice, then thinking why he was listening to a 15 year old girl, but he dismissed that thought relentlessly, going back to thinking about what he should do with Bella. He made a decision in his head, but decided not to execute it until the next time he saw her, so he wouldn't complicate things.
[It does.]
His voice was quieter, a bit more sullen and dreary, and his longing to see bella increased more and more. What had this night turned into? And accident leading to lots of coffee and lighthearted conversations to counselling from a girl 3 years his minor about a girl he couldn't exactly say he was crazy for, but did indeed desire her. He stared then at her wrists in a blatently obvious manner, and was hoping she would cover them up so he would not draw attention to such a personal flaw. He bit his lip again, out of a nervous habit and looked back up at her.
He stopped...and closed his eyes for a brief second to think about everything he has gone through. Which doesn't seem to be that much on the accord of some other people on campus.
[Annabel. I think that possibly, maybe things would work out with Bella and it would be nice If i could be happy with someone else, but I don't think happiness has been intertwined with my fate. Maybe it is the same with yours...i don't know. But over the years i've realized that im only so good as to the friends stage and nothing more. I've tried to be more but it never has worked out and I try to keep myself out of relationships so things like that don't happen. Better yet...]
He lifted his shirt to revela his bare chest for only a minute, and hd received several looks from girls in the coffee shop. But the short time he had his shirt lifted it was evident to see burns on the better part of his chest, different patterns and swirls.
[Like when crazy girlfriends pour boiling water onto your stomach when they see a girl called your phone and asked for you. Worst part is, is that she got me when i was sleeping.]
He smirked, and looked at her straight in the eyes.
[Love never was my forte.]
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Post by bree fisher on Feb 4, 2008 19:28:33 GMT -5
Annabel winced in sympathy. Burns would suck worse...at least I passed out before it could hurt too bad.
She didn't explain to him about her scarves, but she tucked her hands in her lap, knowing that they made Kaleb uncomfortable. She couldn't explain it...her mind wouldn't form the words.
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Post by Dakota on Feb 4, 2008 22:56:15 GMT -5
Kaleb bit his lip, imagining Annabel passed out with blood pooling in a random spot. What really got to him was that nobody knew. Nobody stopped her from doing it, atleast from the looks of it, if they hadn't interfered, or if she hadn't interfered with herself, fresh wounds might still be lining up, some overlapping the others, a perfect horizontal line across the wrist.
He was silent and still, just feeling the rough, twisted ridged in his skin through his shirt.
He shook his head a little and ruffled his hair then sipped his coffee diligently.
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