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12th-Aug-2004 02:56 pm - Loretta
PARAKISS; (mikako) pink
Loretta offers you a cigarette from her pack and smiles at you from behind clumsy black eyeliner. You watch her lick her finger and dab it in the sugar scattered across the table, spelling her name. Where your brother found her, you'll never understand because they don't seem to have anything in common. You remember when she stepped of the car in purple socks and no shoes, and only when he asked her where they were did she smile, wide-eyed, and said, "Oh, I left them behind" as if it was something that could happen to anyone. But you don't think, even with your habit of forgetfulness, that you could forget Loretta.

(for a prompt at same_oh)
12th-Aug-2004 02:56 pm - a beginning
MISC; violent sensual & sensitive
I asked if I could borrow a rubber and you blinked and the sound of my voice as though I'd made you fall out of your thoughts, another world. You passed it to me wordlessly, although you smiled (I like to think it's because you've noticed that I notice little things about you - the purple ribbons in your pigtails today are slightly different to the ones you wore yesterday, and you never smile the same smile twice.)

Later, we met again in the playground, out of the frying pan and into the fire, hiding from our age by lurking in corners with books while the other girls giggle and gossip all over each other like jesters eager to perform. You seem old, like me, ancient beyond our years, too old for year eight. I'd like to think we could outrun the class together - I'd like to think this is just the beginning of something special.

(for a prompt at same_oh)
12th-Aug-2004 02:54 pm - Long Gone
MISC; violent sensual & sensitive
Sometimes you wonder what it'd be like to climb through the window and into another world. Ignore the fact that it's just a yard out there and picture something else - the sea, freedom at your windowsill. No need to be afraid, just pull on your best blue dress and take a deep breath, and off you go. Take the picture with you, the only photo of her you have (her with her honey skin and blood red lips). By the time the sun comes up, you'll be long gone.

(for a prompt at same_oh)
12th-Aug-2004 02:51 pm - Melodrama
MISC; violent sensual & sensitive
Bad movies on sunny afternoons, shrieking along with melodramatic Mary-Jane and harbouring secret crushes on surly Seth (who must be oh so very soft and delicate under that big talk), curled up on the sofa together with a picnic of crisps and chocolate bars. That's what I remember when I think of you. Our fifteenth summer seemed endless, somehow, and I suppose neither of us were prepared for it to end so suddenly.

I know you must miss me too, even if it has been two years and neither of us have come running back home again. I suppose we aren't the stuff of cheap convenient endings, no matter how many we've seen.

(for a prompt at excuse_me___)
9th-Jul-2004 12:29 am - idioglossia
MISC; violent sensual & sensitive
You haunt me just the way I like it,
A ghost between the sheets.
She says it's time to end the dream
But I don't know where to start

We have yet to meet
But I watch you all the time
I wonder what you'd say
If you knew.

I don't want to say goodbye
When I haven't even had
A chance to say
Hello yet.
9th-Jul-2004 12:17 am - unsent
MISC; violent sensual & sensitive
Standing at the edge of a memory, it’s easy to believe that the past is still attainable. It’s easy to think that with everything I’ve learned since, I could just step back into the past, into your life and fix everything I broke and offer everything I never could.

This isn’t what you tell me, but I think it’s what you’re trying to say. You never did talk to me much, even though I’m the one that’s supposed to be shy. You tell me you made a mistake, as though that is enough. As if that can undo your mistake and all the ones that happened as a consequence. Sometimes, I wish it could. I’ve waited a long time to hear you say that. And all the times that you didn’t, pushed me a little bit further in the right direction.

I would like to say yes to you right now. Hide away here in your house to avoid my own, abandon school in pursuit of you (because when have I ever really had you for my own?). I would like to go back and change the past. I can do things better this time around - I’ve changed more than either of us could have imagined. The trouble is, you haven’t.

You know my side of the story. I’ve told you over and over. This is your side. This is what you should be saying to yourself, if only you could. Sometimes I wonder if you’re crazier than I am, if you need saving more than I do, because at least I let my emotions out, even if I never do let them go.

I wish I could have saved you.

Logic announces that even if true love does exist, I was too young to experience it. Past experience tells us that you didn’t really ever understand anything I tried to explain. You still don’t. A lot of things haven’t changed. The fact that you’re sorry only changes a little.

Being sorry doesn’t undo the past. Knowing you made a mistake doesn’t excuse your actions (the same goes for me too). Missing me doesn’t mean you truly want me back (remember how I tied you down? Remember how I asked you questions you didn’t want to think about the answer to? Remember any times when I wasn’t crying?).

But all those things do make the past a little easier to deal with.

[for a prompt at excuse_me___]
8th-Jul-2004 11:59 pm - just because
MISC; violent sensual & sensitive
Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean I have to see you.

Just because we're friends, doesn't mean I have anything to say.

But -

Just because I have nothing to say doesn't mean that I don't care.

Just because I have nothing to say doesn't mean that I'm unhappy.

But -

Don't push me, don't prompt me, and maybe I'll surprise you all.

(Just don't hold your breath.)
3rd-Jul-2004 12:51 am - golden girl
MISC; violent sensual & sensitive
She's jealous of his every move, even though he's the one that should be suspicious when she floats through a moment with her golden touch and smile that says too much. She sees everything he says as a put-down; she knows him too well. One of them has changed, and she'll tell you it was him.

(word prompt here at same_oh)
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