Post by elaezerbelle on Apr 13, 2008 1:03:30 GMT
Tagged: Jayden Bedeau
Something in Odille made her want to let herself look as awful as she possibly could for this. Self sabotage. Maybe he’d see her and go home, then she could sit in peace and not have to exert herself. That would never happen though. Not when she didn’t own any frumpy clothes and couldn’t leave the mirror until she was happy with how she looked. Because for the longest time it was just her that she had to worry about pleasing, and she liked that. She could wear frilly dresses to the grocery store and not worry about whether or not it was socially acceptable. Brilliant, I’ll wear something frilly and he’ll be completely thrown off! She thought. That was one way to do it. “Let’s see, what looks museum-y?” But then she found herself looking in her closet at the simplest things she had. “Ugh!” She rolled her eyes and reached, grabbing the first thing her hands found. She threw it on and it surprisingly almost matched.
She rushed towards the door, passing Masi on the way out, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea. She paused half heartedly, not sure if she should say anything. He wasn’t currently speaking to her. “I’m taking the car into Marsielle…” She started. He mearly sipped his tea, not even acknowledging her. “Right, I see you’re still being a git, I’ll just be off on my date then.” She put special emphasis on the word “date” and thought he looked up for a minute. He probably wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He was pretty good at restraining himself. But she really wished he wasn’t, she needed the moral support. She had a bad feeling about this, and her bad feelings were usually right.
She cursed herself for the spurt of outgoing behavior she’d experienced the day she met Claire Bedeau, the girl who was setting her up on this thing. She had tried to work around it every way she knew how, and she was good at working around people, but somehow she found herself set up on a date with the girl’s brother. It was a freak accident. And twenty two to boot. That was too young for her taste, that meant he probably had the mentality of a sixteen year old. She was going to a museum with a teenager as far as she was concerned. This evening was doomed, she’d probably die on the way home in a freak accident involving a satellite dish, Masi wasn’t speaking to her, and if he was he’d probably say she looked like a grandma. She started the car and looked down at the flowery skirt she had on, and just shook her head. “I don’t know why I’m making such a big deal out of it, if he’s a plunker I’ll just leave.” She said out loud to herself. What did she care about being rude?
On the ride into the city she thought about Masinori and Izar. The very first time they hung out, she saw them and could tell. She felt nothing but pity and remorse for her friend, knowing what an unfortunate thing love was, doomed right from the off. But look how happy they are… “Ha!” Maybe it was bad to expect your best friend’s relationship to fail miserably, but it wasn’t personal. That’s just how that sort of thing worked. Nothing good ever came from falling in love, I don’t care what kind of love it is. She reminded herself that this was just a silly first date and she was getting ahead of herself with all her scorn and disdain. She parked and went into the museum to wait for her date. Jayden. She folded her hands behind her back and rocked one foot back and forth, heel toe, heel toe, whilst looking up at the elaborate ceiling. Maybe he wouldn’t show. I wont be so lucky.
Something in Odille made her want to let herself look as awful as she possibly could for this. Self sabotage. Maybe he’d see her and go home, then she could sit in peace and not have to exert herself. That would never happen though. Not when she didn’t own any frumpy clothes and couldn’t leave the mirror until she was happy with how she looked. Because for the longest time it was just her that she had to worry about pleasing, and she liked that. She could wear frilly dresses to the grocery store and not worry about whether or not it was socially acceptable. Brilliant, I’ll wear something frilly and he’ll be completely thrown off! She thought. That was one way to do it. “Let’s see, what looks museum-y?” But then she found herself looking in her closet at the simplest things she had. “Ugh!” She rolled her eyes and reached, grabbing the first thing her hands found. She threw it on and it surprisingly almost matched.
She rushed towards the door, passing Masi on the way out, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea. She paused half heartedly, not sure if she should say anything. He wasn’t currently speaking to her. “I’m taking the car into Marsielle…” She started. He mearly sipped his tea, not even acknowledging her. “Right, I see you’re still being a git, I’ll just be off on my date then.” She put special emphasis on the word “date” and thought he looked up for a minute. He probably wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He was pretty good at restraining himself. But she really wished he wasn’t, she needed the moral support. She had a bad feeling about this, and her bad feelings were usually right.
She cursed herself for the spurt of outgoing behavior she’d experienced the day she met Claire Bedeau, the girl who was setting her up on this thing. She had tried to work around it every way she knew how, and she was good at working around people, but somehow she found herself set up on a date with the girl’s brother. It was a freak accident. And twenty two to boot. That was too young for her taste, that meant he probably had the mentality of a sixteen year old. She was going to a museum with a teenager as far as she was concerned. This evening was doomed, she’d probably die on the way home in a freak accident involving a satellite dish, Masi wasn’t speaking to her, and if he was he’d probably say she looked like a grandma. She started the car and looked down at the flowery skirt she had on, and just shook her head. “I don’t know why I’m making such a big deal out of it, if he’s a plunker I’ll just leave.” She said out loud to herself. What did she care about being rude?
On the ride into the city she thought about Masinori and Izar. The very first time they hung out, she saw them and could tell. She felt nothing but pity and remorse for her friend, knowing what an unfortunate thing love was, doomed right from the off. But look how happy they are… “Ha!” Maybe it was bad to expect your best friend’s relationship to fail miserably, but it wasn’t personal. That’s just how that sort of thing worked. Nothing good ever came from falling in love, I don’t care what kind of love it is. She reminded herself that this was just a silly first date and she was getting ahead of herself with all her scorn and disdain. She parked and went into the museum to wait for her date. Jayden. She folded her hands behind her back and rocked one foot back and forth, heel toe, heel toe, whilst looking up at the elaborate ceiling. Maybe he wouldn’t show. I wont be so lucky.