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Post by carson on Jan 11, 2011 8:45:51 GMT -10
 just talk yourself up[/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Carson leaned against the counter as he took a sip of juice from his glass. Normal juice for once, not jungle juice. That had been last night. The party evidence was still there, the red plastic cups on the floor, not to mention of few scattered pieces of clothing lying about that had been left by people. And as luck would have it, his roommate had skipped out so as to not get caught having to clean up anything. Wonderful. He sighed, placing down his glass and figuring he should at least start. He always through pretty sweet parties, which always resulted in one hell of a clean up after. He knelt down, pulling out a large garbage bag from under the sink, ready to deal with the damage. He started by going after the biggest things first, like the cups, plates and empty liquor bottles.
Next he went for the clothes, trying to remember which piece went to who. Luckily, he knew everyone who came to his parties, so it was just a matter of match the shirt to the owner. He figured out a possible list, writing them down and placing them onto one of the kitchen chairs. He ran a hand through his hair, surveying the rest of the chaos. Well, it didn't seem as bad now. He re-stacked some of the CDs by the player, fixing a few things that had been knocked over or moved during the previous night. About then he realized that he didn't have to deal with all of this. He knew his roomie would be back within an hour, so he wrote a note explaining that the rest of cleaning was up to him. He even drew a smiley face to piss off his buddy. He walked to his room, grabbing a jacket and a hat as well as his phone. He wanted to get out of the flat for a bit.
Carson made sure his note was in a fairly obvious place before grabbing his keys from the side table and walking out of the room. He locked the door behind him, sticking the keys and his phone down into his pants pockets. He had no idea what he was even going to do. Just a break to head outside seemed good. He stopped before reaching the doors, pulling his jacket on over his shoulders and zipping it up. After living in England for about ten years, he was used to bad weather. But here, he was still getting used to the warm weather. He pulled his gray beanie hat over his hair, fixing it so that a bit of fringe from his bangs stuck out. He pushed open the doors, a burst of warm air hitting him full in the face. So much for needing a jacket or a hat. “Bollocks..” he muttered under his breath, shoving his hat into his jacket pocket before taking the jacket off. He debated going back up to his room to put them away, but decided against it.
He stuck his hands down into his pockets and he walked along the sidewalk. He hoped he could make it through the day without slipping and falling. Luck was.. well, not something he had a lot of. Both for his own person, as well as anything to do with women. He looked around as he walked in the direction of the park. It was a nice day, but a bit cloudy. His eyes squinted as something hit his cheek. Rain? No.. he stopped walking for a second to look. It was a snowflake. Wait.. what!? He chuckled as he walked on, now glad he'd kept his jacket with him. He might actually need it now. He walked into the park, looking around at the various people out for a stroll or to play with their dogs.
NOTES: rawr WORDS: --- TAGGED: open!! OUTFIT: ta-dah!CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center] |
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Jan 14, 2011 21:03:38 GMT -10
it was supposed to snow today. that's what they'd said on the radio that woke zaryn kate oliver up at exactly six fifty-five in the morning. for some bizarre reason, she couldn't seem to wake up at seven and still be on time for her first class. the weird thing about the weather forecast for the day was that even though it looked a little cold and grey out, the sun was shining brightly and it was warm. warm! how the hell was it supposed to snow? people were swinging their jackets along with them as they walked, having brought coats and scarves because it looked freezing outside and, after all, the weather people must always be right.
zaryn rolled her eyes as she sat down underneath a shady oak tree, leaning back against the rough bark. people were so stupid sometimes... yet now there was something falling from the sky. zaryn squinted up into the branches of her tree, trying to figure out what it was. wet. not rain. too cold to be rain. were the radio weather people actually right for once? she grinned as she looked up into the cold grey sky. snow. snow!
passersby donned their jackets, hurrying past zee while she remained sitting underneath her tree. some of them stopped to catch flakes on their tongues or in their hands, smiling and laughing with their friends. zee didn't have many friends. she had the reputation of the on-campus bitch. which was stupid, too, really -- because there were plenty of bitchier girls around to compete for the title. but no, zaryn got it. and why? because she was unwanted.
someone she recongized. someone she knew well. he was wearing jeans and a white jacket, hands in his pockets, head down as he walked in her direction. no, why would he be walking towards her? he probably hated her. zaryn oliver, the girl who broke his heart. or something to that extent.
god, it even hurt to look at him. had she even loved him? she wasn't sure. how pathetic was that? to look at somebody who you'd gone out with, who you'd said those three little words to, who had treated you like the best person in the world -- and not know whether or not you had actually loved him. pathetic, zaryn. she stood up, planning on walking away. she had to get back to her dorm, anyways. she had work to do. songs to write. the usual. but her dorm was in the same direction as he was.
so she ended up standing there awkwardly in the snow as it fell faster and faster from above, landing in her insanely curly blonde hair and catching in her eyelashes. staring at him as he wandered towards her and praying that if she looked at him hard enough, he wouldn't notice that she was there.
word count; four eighty
wearing; this
muse; fix you, coldplay (go listen, it's so good!)
notes; hooray for threadinggggg.
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Post by carson on Jan 15, 2011 18:29:13 GMT -10
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Carson hadn’t seen the snow for a while now. He had a cousin that lived up in Canada that he visited from time to time, mostly to go out and snowboard. But you didn’t a whole lot of cold weather down on the island. It was actually a nice change. He paused at a bench, sitting down and pulling his phone out of his pocket. He grimaced. He was such a slacker on checking his phone. But he supposed he had his reasons now. The background was still set on him and the girl he’d dated recently. As much as he goofed around with his friends and acted like a bit of a player, he was hardly that. He was a complete marshmallow around most girls. And when he fell for one, it sucked when it ended. This was one of those cases.
That and he also had a couple missed texts from his little sister. A soft smile covered his lips, mentally reminding himself to call her when he got back to his room. He quickly scrolled to his pictures, trying to find one that didn’t immediately make him depressed, setting it as the background of his phone. There. Now he might actually answer the phone. He sighed, sticking the device back into his jacket pocket. As much as his experience with this hadn’t gone the way he planned, it taught him to be more careful with his heart with future relationships. He didn’t want to feel that miserable ever again. He looked out at the snow falling, holding his hands palm up to let some of the flakes settle on his skin.
Carson stood back up, sticking his hands into his pants pockets and walking off down another trail in the park. More people seemed to be about now with all the snow. Go figure. He smiled softly, moving aside to let a couple little kids run past, their screams of excitement and laughter ringing through the air. He looked around himself once again, his eyes settling on someone incredibly familiar. A face he’d seen a few minutes ago on the background of his phone. He flicked his eyes back to where he walking, hoping to all hell she didn’t see him. Well, this wasn’t exactly what he had wanted his day to end up as. Running into someone you loved, knowing it was probably just a passing thought from the other, was incredibly demeaning and a bit awkward.
Unfortunately, the path he’d picked to walk on went right past her. And there really wasn’t anywhere else to go to without it being incredibly obvious that he was trying to get away. His mouth set into a thin line, trying to act as though seeing her didn’t bother him. He kept his stride normal, straightening his shoulders ever so slightly the closer he got. He hardly even registered that the snow was soaking into his hair and his jacket. He swallowed as he got a few feet away from her, looking up to focus on her for a few seconds. “Zaryn…” He kept it quick and easy, knowing if he stopped to actually talk, it would end up in a disaster. He gave a sharp nod to accompany his comment, walking past her a bit quicker than he meant to. Once out of view, he sat down on another bench, leaning his elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands.
NOTES: tension!! and poor carson =[ WORDS: --- TAGGED: open!! OUTFIT: ta-dah!CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center] |
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Jan 16, 2011 9:43:13 GMT -10
she kept her eyes fixed on him, watching intently as he sat down, fiddled with his cell phone for a while, and stood back up again. god, she was such a stalker! standing there in the snow, watching him like this -- it was pathetic. pathetic. she was pathetic.
he stood up, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he started to walk again. towards her. shit. he was walking towards her again. she had hoped that when he sat down, he might walk a different direction -- but no, that was too much to hope for, wasn't it? and then his eyes met with hers and she quickly averted her eyes, trying not to look like she'd been staring at him. only once he'd looked down at his feet again did she look up.
his mouth was set in a very, very thin line as he stared down at the path and got closer and closer to her... crap. what was she supposed to do? what was she supposed to say? should she just ignore him? would that be cruel and unnecessary? maybe he was over her. yes, maybe... but on the other hand, maybe that was too much to hope for, too.
"zaryn."
he nodded at her as he continued past her, his shoulder brushing against hers. he didn't seem to notice that. she turned to face him, opening her mouth without really knowing what she was going to say. hopefully, words would just come to her like they sometimes did while she wrote her songs... but nothing came to mind, and he was already past her, and he didn't look back.
crushed. that's how she felt right now. damn it! why did she feel so depressed as he walked away from her? that was stupid! she'd broken up with him. by the laws of relationships, she should be over it. and she'd thought she was. but now... maybe she wasn't.
song material, singsonged a voice in the back of her mind. she stared after him, mouth slightly open and eyes filling with tears. tears! why? why now? she angrily brushed them away and started to walk after him. stalker. she was being a stalker again. she didn't really care.
he sat down on another bench and put his head in his hands. she stopped short, maybe ten feet away from him. just the way he sat there, looking down at his feet -- he wasn't over it, either. he'd acted like he was, but he wasn't! at least, she hoped that was the case. maybe he was just having a bad day. maybe she should leave. she almost turned to do just that, but she couldn't. she took a few steps towards him, stopping only when she was directly in front of him.
"hey," she said quietly. ugh. hey? that was all she could manage to say? pathetic. why was she so pathetic?
word count; four eighty seven
wearing; this
muse; broken, lifehouse (muse = really good)
notes; aw, poor carson. and poor zee. and i love how she was his wallpaper on his phone... :(
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Post by carson on Jan 16, 2011 17:29:48 GMT -10
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Carson was in disbelief that his day was turning from something fun and carefree to tension and heartache. He knew it was partially his own fault for getting attached so easily. He knew it was something he needed to work on. And quickly. He didn’t want this to happen again. It was a feeling he didn’t want to ever have to live with again. But it still didn’t mask the feeling he had when he saw her. They had met under odd circumstances and he was playing the part of a loyal friend to help her with a past bad relationship. That friendship grew into more and everything seemed so perfect. then his world crashed when she said goodbye. He didn’t understand why she was even still standing there. It was almost as if she wanted him to suffer. For something he didn’t even know he’d done wrong.
The way her eyes immediately turned down when he met them was not something he expected. He was expecting a challenging look. Something that said she was completely over him. But not a look that usually said sorry. It threw him off a bit. But he wasn’t going to let her see him weak. What sort of man in his right mind would let the girl who kicked his ass to the curb see him upset about it? Which was why he made sure he seemed as cold as possible when he brushed past her, nearly wincing outright as their shoulders touched. He made sure it didn’t show that it upset him, just keeping his focus on walking away. The further he got, the more transparent his emotional shield was. It was near to gone by the time he sat down. At this point, he didn’t care if anyone saw him upset, so long as none of those people were her.
Carson figured he should have at least waited to see if she had any kind of response when he spoke her name, but knew that he probably couldn’t have handled it all that well. and he didn’t want to do anything he’d regret. That just never went well when he got overheated in arguments and things. Sitting on the bench, he tried to think of someway to get the hell back to his room without it seeming obvious that he just wanted to leave. He watched the snowflakes swirl around his feet as he stared down at the ground. It almost made him nostalgic for home. Almost, but not quite. He still liked it here on the island, despite the fact he hadn’t exactly had the summer of his life. He tensed a bit hearing footsteps coming towards him. he really hoped it was just someone else out for a walk. But naturally, why would that work out for him?
The muscles in his jaw clenched as he heard the person speak. Wonderful. The one person he was really hoping to avoid. His green-gray eyes turned hard as he looked up, not really sure what she could possibly want. Didn’t she already take enough from him? he tried not to let the pain show as he looked at her standing in front of him. “what do you want?”
[/b] the words came out in more of a whisper than he had anticipated, but it was going to have to do. He wasn’t going to say anything else. He debated over getting up and not waiting for an answer and just leaving. But there was still that part of him that wanted to talk. As far as he knew, he never did anything wrong when they were together. And if he did, he would have hoped she’d explain her reasons for leaving him. but somehow, he doubted he’d ever get an explanation.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] NOTES: i feel sooo bad for him =[ WORDS: --- TAGGED: open!! OUTFIT: ta-dah!CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center] |
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Jan 16, 2011 18:26:51 GMT -10
god, why had she even said anything? why hadn't she just turned away, not followed him, headed back to her dorm? it would have made everything so much easier. but her stupid instincts had made her go after him, made her talk to him, like it wasn't a cruel and unusual punishment to rub it in his face that she'd broken up with him because he was too perfect.
carson had been good for her. he'd come along just when she was all depressed over him -- the guy she still found it hard to think the name of -- and he'd helped her. been there for her. he held her when she cried and as time passed, they'd turned into more than friends. and she'd been perfectly okay with that. it had been about time that zaryn got a good guy. yet as life went on, she had realized that they weren't going anywhere. carson, it seemed, didn't fully understand everything that she'd gone through. he didn't seem to notice the difference between her fake smile and her real smile. carson had never done anything wrong. he'd treated her well, but it just hadn't felt right.
she'd forgotten how beautiful his eyes were. a pretty shade of green and grey mixed together. they sparkled when he was happy, and zee felt this stab of pain through her heart as she saw the expression in them now. so far from happy -- cold and a little darker than normal, or maybe that was just her imagination.
"what do you want?" he hissed. half angry, but she couldn't figure out what the other half was. zaryn stared at him with big blue eyes, and as soon as she tried to picture what he saw when he looked at her, another one of her songs began to ring through her head. you said the way my blue eyes shined put those georgia stars to shame that night, i said that's a lie... not about carson, but maybe he'd compared her eyes to stars, too. just not out loud. who knew? he'd never said anything about it.
"um," said zaryn awkwardly. she knew how she sounded. stupid, idiotic, pathetic, laughable... "i... i'm not sure." why had she even admitted that? "i just... how have you been?" shit. she sounded like she thought they were still friends. they weren't; she knew that much. carson would probably never be her friend again. why should he?
word count; four hundred ten
wearing; this
muse; don't stop believing, journey
notes; agh, i feel bad for him too... :(
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Post by carson on Jan 16, 2011 20:54:09 GMT -10
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Carson couldn’t understand why she was even bothering to waste her time being near him. he got it. She was over and done with it, fine. But to torment him with it was just cruel. He couldn’t handle that much stress. He could the snow melting through his jacket and down into his shirt. great. “this is bloody ridiculous,”
[/b] he muttered to himself. So much for a stress free, fun day. He’d give anything to just disappear on the spot if he could. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen. He knew that whoever managed to make something to turn one invisible was going to be the richest person in the world. And he’d be the first to buy whatever it was. Just to escape from the hell that was seeing one’s ex wherever you went. If anything, he felt cheated. He had tried to be what she needed. Someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, someone to laugh with. He thought he’d done everything right. He sure wasn’t the best boyfriend by any standards when it came to being perfect. he had his quirks and his weird moments, but he was always loyal, always loving and never thought about anyone else while in said relationship. He tried being understanding, tried everything. He knew he wasn’t the best at picking up the subtle hints women sometimes used, but he tried. He really had. But apparently, in her eyes, it wasn’t quite enough. And if it was, she never told him. well, there was his answer. There wasn’t enough communication to make it last. He couldn’t very well tell exactly what had been wrong, but if she wanted to talk about it, he’d listen. Well, too late for that now. There wasn’t much he could do to change any of what had happened. He supposed he had it coming if he wasn’t picking up on any cues. He should have at least noticed that it wasn’t going that well. but he didn’t want to be negative about something so wonderful. Carson felt even worse that she was playing nice. The poster child for what heartbreak could look like. He could just imagine it. He tried not to get sucked back in when he looked into her face. The one he’d seen so many times. The soft mouth, gentle gold wavy hair… the eyes. God, those eyes. He could never think of anything in his life that he could be addicted to, but her eyes were damn close. Intoxicating every fiber that lay in his body. He glanced away before it hurt too much. He felt a little ridiculous sitting there with her standing just as awkwardly in front of him. he was aware of how cold his words sounded when they came out of his mouth, but he couldn’t help it. Despite the fact he still cared for her, he couldn’t help but to resent her at the same time. To his knowledge, he’d done nothing wrong and couldn’t think of any plausible reason to why she had wanted to end it. He listened as she fumbled over words. He pressed his lips into a thin line as she admitted to not knowing why she was even there. How fortunate for him. a small breeze blew a good collection of snow into his face but he didn’t move. ‘how’ve you been?’ that was the best thing she could come up with?! He stood up a bit quicker than he had planned, crossing his arms over his chest. “how’ve I been? Well let’s see.. I was in a relationship with quite possibly the perfect girl. But apparently, I wasn’t good enough to keep around. So if you’d really like to know, I’ve been bloody miserable!”[/b] his words sounded thicker with his accent, laced with the pain of what he felt. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to keep the chill off. He knew that he had to try to keep calm about all of this. Talk it out like any rational person. He just didn’t know how he could. This wasn’t exactly he was prepared for.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] NOTES: i just want to run over and hug him.. WORDS: --- TAGGED: open!! OUTFIT: ta-dah!CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center] |
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Jan 17, 2011 20:03:40 GMT -10
he mumbled something under his breath as he stared at her, eyes still cold. zaryn found herself unable to tear her eyes away from his face. his eyes, mainly. so beautiful and green and grey mixed together and so cold, and she was the reason for that, which she'd never thought to be possible. but she supposed she deserved it, didn't she? she'd ended it for no real reason. the guy being too perfect -- that wasn't exactly a good reason to dump him was it?
but he'd come along right after shane. she'd written a song about shane and carson. about how perfect carson was, yet she couldn't stop thinking about shane because he was so hard to be with, and it had given zee this rush to be with him. he is sensible and so incredible and all my single friends are jealous... that was carson. the perfect guy. and then there was shane... but i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, it's two a.m. and i'm cursing your name... somehow, she'd loved them both. two guys that couldn't possibly be more different.
this was crazy; just seeing carson here, as the snow fell gently around them, it started this thought process she hadn't gone through for god only knew how long. she'd broken up with carson because he was too perfect, but deep down inside, zaryn knew that part of it was because she couldn't stand how she looked at him and half-wished that he was someone else. shane, to be honest.
he stood up quickly, stiffly, arms crossed over his chest. he was taller than zaryn was, and he looked down at her with those steely eyes, more grey than green at that particular moment. "how've i been?" he repeated. "well, let's see -- i was in a relationship with quite possibly the perfect girl..." no, don't say that. zaryn looked down at her feet awkwardly. she knew she was far from perfect. "but apparently, i wasn't good enough to keep around." don't say that, either. why had she even asked him? why had she talked to him? it would have been better to leave it alone. "so if you'd really like to know, i've been bloody miserable!"
"i --" zaryn's teeth dug into her lower lip as she looked up at him. what could she say? "i... i'm sorry." she tried to sound as sincere as possible. it didn't matter that she already knew he wouldn't believe her. god, this was so complicated... "i didn't... want to hurt you. it just wasn't working. i couldn't..." it was no use. she'd never be able to explain it properly. not to him.
word count; four forty nine
wearing; this
muse; wannabe, the spice girls ;)
notes; now i'm all emotional. :P and we have guy #1: shane hudson. :)
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Post by carson on Jan 18, 2011 17:52:36 GMT -10
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -carson just couldn’t believe this was happening. He was trying to heal. Seeing her only made the wound worse. As strange as it was, it was almost easier for him to be cold and harsh towards her instead of melting into a puddle like he usually did around girls. He supposed it was because he hated for anyone to see him weak. He could hardly stand to look at her at the moment. He wanted to leave. To go hole himself back up into the room. Of course, that was just as bad, seeing as his roomie was he same person he’d held her for, the same person that broke her. He would have liked to say it was fate. He tried to pick up the pieces, only to have them shatter in his hands. There was the slightest bit of tension in the room anyway. He never though in a million years he’d ever date his roommate’s ex. There was his karma. This is what he got for trying to be a gentleman, for trying to be perfect for her.
Apparently, perfect wasn’t working. He even doubted he’d come close seeing as it ended. He couldn’t let this get to him. he tried as hard as he could to not think about it when he was bored and alone. He mostly wrote when he was upset, but this had left him blank. He knew it could turn into something epic that when published, could give him every hope he wanted in the music world. He had a few ideas in mind, but every time he tried putting music to it, it came off more poppy, when really he was trying to make it more slow. he had figured it might be best to keep it poppy, just so he could get out of the dark mood he usually got in when he thought of her. And her being here with him, really wasn’t much of a help. He would have much rather been back in his room writing. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he didn’t bother to answer. Despite the fact this wasn’t what he wanted at the moment, he was still polite and wasn’t going to answer the phone.
Carson contemplated just walking off as he stood up off the bench. He knew it would be rude, but if this kept up much longer, he was afraid his emotions would get the best of him. he never liked broadcasting that he was actually sensitive, and today was no exception. He watched zaryn’s face as he spoke, noticing that she looked down towards the ground as soon as the words ‘perfect girl’ went past his lips. When they were together, she had been. Pretty, smart, outgoing, not afraid to stand up for herself… all qualities he loved and admired. But apparently being honest about why she wanted to be rid of him wasn’t one of those qualities. He was pretty sure he was being a little melodramatic, but so what? He was hurt, so he’d be likely to believe anything he wanted. He just couldn’t help but to lash out. It was a defense mechanism. Act like a total prick and maybe the feelings you didn’t want coming out would stay away.
he knew he was being a little unfair in this situation, seeing as he really had heard anything about her side of it. But at the same time, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know about any of it. He swallowed the lump in his throat as she said she was sorry and that she hadn’t wanted to hurt him. “well… so much for that then eh? Don’t worry, I get it. I screwed it up somehow, and didn’t realize it. I’m a big boy, I think I can pull through.”
[/b] That was his last ounce of nerve though and as soon as the last word came out of his mouth, his feet started to move. His shoulder brushed against hers again, making him cringe. At least now he was thankful for the snow numbing him. it made it easier to focus on trying to warm up rather than thinking about what just happened. He didn’t even bother looking back to see if she followed. He wouldn’t know why she would want to. What else was there to explain?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] NOTES: i just want to run over and hug him.. WORDS: --- TAGGED: open!! OUTFIT: ta-dah!CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center] |
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Jan 22, 2011 9:45:58 GMT -10
carson stared down at her, swallowing so loudly that zaryn could hear it. "well... so much for that, then, eh?" he asked, but it was a rhetorical question. zee knew him well enough to know when he wasn't expecting an answer. "don't worry, i get it. i screwed it up somehow, and didn't realize it." no. no, carson hadn't done anything wrong. he'd done everything right. zaryn was the one who had gone and messed everything up. god, she always did that! if a guy didn't ruin it, she had this tendency to do something wrong instead. something was seriously screwed up about that. why couldn't anything happen like it did in the movies? "i'm a big boy," he was continuing. "i think i can pull through."
he was walking, brushing past her, and as their shoulders touched again, she was sure that they both cringed. zaryn turned again, watching him go, and just like that, her feet were moving, too, following him, even though she knew she shouldn't. it would just result in more heartbreak. everything that had happened today proved that, didn't it?
"carson..." she jogged a little bit, which was strange in the snow, in her high-heeled boots. before she could stop herself, she was reaching out and her fingers were closing around her wrist, and she nearly flinched at the contact -- the contact that she'd made -- but she didn't let go.
"you weren't the one who screwed up," she tried to explain, but even though she'd been thinking only moments before about exactly what she was going to say to him, it was hard for her to get the words out. "you didn't do anything wrong. i -- it was me."
word count; two eighty seven
wearing; this
muse; haunted, taylor swift
notes; i really should be studying... :/
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