Like a Tramp

Virgin: 5. any person who is uninitiated, uninformed, or the like. 12. first. 15. without experience of; not previously exposed to.

According to this: I am still a virgin in many more things than I would have thought. 

I am Virgin to skydiving, and flying an airplane. I am virgin to a loving relationship, where I love, and that love is reciprocated. I have virgin eyes; in that I've never watched pornography, nor set foot in an adult store. I am still virgin in regards to most of the products we sell at my work. I am virgin to becoming a rock star; for lack of knowledge. I am virgin to a sorority. I am virgin to car payments. I am virgin to waking up in a strangers bed, not knowing the events of the previous night. I am a virgin of being a published author. I am a virgin homeowner. I am a virgin company owner. 

What I am saying; Virgin is not a dirty word. Just like those old commercials said. But I do believe they were only referring to one context.

In Person-

"I shared my Fecking bed with you!" She always tried to lighten the mood when she was furious, while still spouting her anger. It didn’t work very well. All I could do was stare at her expressionless. Tears began to brim in her eyes. I felt nothing. When she continued; her voice shook. "I gave you all I had, and more than I ever thought I would." She paused again, seemingly to collect her thoughts, looking away. "I let you in. I don’t let anyone in. But I believed the promises you told." She glared into my eyes for a moment before letting out an exasperated sigh. "I can’t believe I was so foolish." She waved her arms about, like I was unable to fathom what she was saying. "Of course this would happen. All boys lie." The tears had begun to stream down her face. I could only look at her, now with a slightly pained expression.

"I never meant to hurt you." I said firmly, but quietly.
"Yeah." She rolled her eyes at me. "And I suppose you never meant for us to fornicate either." 

"I didn’t." I could feel the anger rising in me as she reacted. I clenched my teeth to keep from yelling at her stupidity. 

"Right." She folded her arms across her chest and looked through me.
Through my clenched teeth, trying to sound calm: "I thought it would work. But it won’t." I said enunciating each word. She focused for a second casting an evil glare at me, then averting her eyes again. "I am truly sorry for hurting you. But I feel I am doing the right thing." I was starting to feel the pain I had buried before coming here and confronting her. She turned from me. 

"Whatever." She said meekly. "Just go. Go be happy. Be happy with someone else." I could see she was no longer open to discussion, and I had said my piece. I’d told her my heart wasn’t in it. It was not my problem she didn’t want to believe it. I truly had never meant to use her. 

As I walked past her I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks and a part of me wanted to console her. As I shut the door behind me I could hear her break down and cry. But I could not turn back. The damage was done.

The only Lie told was; OK

Tip toeing around carefully worded phrases

Letting not a single word slip

God forbid the truth is told

Giving only that which is expected

Taking nothing back

Fearing the inevitable

Posing for the pictures

Living out the answers

Responding to the halves that sound easy

I lose myself in this. 

Now no one knows me

Not one lie was told

Save where we decided I was fine

I am that Talented of a Liar

I know this may come as a shock to you. But I have, for some time now, known that I didn't want to be just friends. But, I wanted to keep you close, and happy. So I said OK. The distance between us was a perfect camouflage for the turmoil I felt at it. But when we're so far apart; If I don't think about it, perhaps it's not real. It is not your fault that the words you type rip my heart out. You could not have known my reactions in our discussions, because text is faceless, and I'm a good liar. I chose to not say the truth at the advice of others, and that is something that I regret. Maybe one day we could be friends. Or if I hadn't let you so far in. Though, that's something else you could not know. Maybe one day I'll find direction and I'll mend fully. I thought I had. The tears were a surprise even to me. So I'm not searching anymore. I'm not planning. I'm not plotting, and I'm not thinking. Love is a strong word. But it was at the tip of my tongue. Now it's drowning in a pit somewhere. There it will remain until someone comes along and helps me rescue it. Could be next month, could be years from now. I don't want to mislead anyone anymore. Not even me.

Easton and the Dragon

This is the newest scene from Raising an Overlord (WT):

"You can not defeat us young one. You are too weak." The dragon lord spat, and smiled his scaly smile. Hi forked tongue licked the air as he hissed his evil laugh.

The boy, who was meant to be king, held his sword aloft at these words. "I will surly defeat you. It was written in my destiny. Die coward!" Easton jumped from his rally point yelling at the monster. He darted over the ruble at his feet and jumped over his fallen comrades, charging at the weakest point of the beast’s chest.

He was too quick for the dragon, which slashed at him with his great tail. He rolled just shy of a deadly blow, and leaped onto the dragons back. He began to scale him, and climbed up until he was even with his heart. As he delivered the final blow to his foe he screamed; "Die winged beast of death! I rule you!"

Hamaliel worked in the garden not far off listening to the boy play. He looked up and saw him scaling a half fallen tree trunk in time to see him stab it with a long stick he’d been using as a sword. The older man laughed to himself at the boy’s game, and his use of imagination, and went back to the weeds before him.

His head jerked up as he heard a large crash and scream from where the boy just was. Within seconds Hamaliel was on his feet rushing to the boy’s side. The tree had continued it descent under the weight and blows of the child. It had crumbled beneath him. When Hamaliel arrived at his side; Easton’s leg was twisted at an angle that did not look unnatural but rather painful. He had stopped his screaming, and had subsided into shallow sobs. "Easton my boy, Give me your arm." He instructed. "You’ll be alright." Taking the boy into his arms he carried him back to the house. "We’ll just get you cleaned up and have your mother here, right quick. Don’t you worry. It’ll be alright." Tears continued to flow from the now silent boy’s eyes as he was doted upon.

Everything would be alright. Everything had to be alright. It must.

Rejecting the Rejection that Rejects

Rejection stings. I don't know how I know it's rejection, and I may not. It may just be an assumption. But it feels like rejection. When you put your ideas, your creativity, your self; on the line and get no feedback. That is like rejection. You feel that you've been deemed unworthy of even a response. I think a flat no would be better... no, it wouldn't. I want a reason I am not good enough. Why my ideas are terrible. What is wrong with my creativity. If I don't know what's wrong; and obviously I don't; I keep getting 'rejected,' Then I can't fix the problem. 

I hate the feeling when I don't have the answers. When I don't have the slightest idea of how to start working towards rectifying a situation. When I don't have the means or knowledge to solve a problem. Eventually I branch out in ideas and try something. But then I'm rejected and I lose the will to try again. Because I don't like it. Can't someone just come back with an "I'm sorry, but that is a terrible idea. This is what WE can do to make it better." Would that be too hard? I supposed yes. Because it's not only my idea that's been shunned it's me.

Why is the best friend heart always broken?

A good friend is someone who'll drive you to work everyday because your car won't start.

A good friend will also drive you back home and then to work again because you forgot your keys without getting mad. 

A good friend will stay up with you till all hours on the couch, watching movies because you don't want to drive all the way home. 

A good friend will remove the creepy dolls from the spare bedroom before you crash there.

A good friend will take you out the night before your last day of work because they can see you're upset. 

A good friend will let you rant and rave and not make a point. 

A good friend lets you drink too much and then yell into a karaoke mic, a song you barely know.

A good friend lets you yell at the TV when the players on it upset you.

A good friend will wake up and take you to breakfast when you just show up early in the morning. 

A good friend will feel up wine labels with you in the supermarket. 

A good friend will drive with you an hour out of the way just so you can eat good food. 

A good friend will give you a third of their birthday cake because the amount of sugar in your body is more entertaining then eating it themselves. 

A good friend visits you.

A good friend texts you randomly.

A good friend cares.

A good friend is someone you can be 100% yourself around.

I'm Not Cranky; I Was Born This Way

So I thought I was cranky because I hadn't eaten. It helped a little; these 2 pieces of french toast, but not entirely. I don't want to be cranky, but I can't seem to stop. Maybe it's the fact that We didn't get home until almost 2 am, and then the loudness of my families departure woke me up at 5. Maybe it has something to do with the sunburn I acquired while trying to kill time being by myself for the better part of the day yesterday. Maybe it is fueled by the rage of the road and having to drive for almost 5 hours total yesterday, and my passengers not knowing where to go. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my family is gone again, leaving me alone to clean up the gawd-awful mess they left in the kitchen. Perhaps it has something to do with being looked at like you're unwanted and/or crazy for a few hours straight. Maybe it involves the not knowing what is going on in the heads of people you care about. Maybe it's wanting something/one that doesn't want you. Maybe it's feeling completely forgotten. Maybe it has something to do with the immense heat from the past few days. On the other hand; I could just need to eat more.

More to do with Rheana Nymph

As we get further into the story; my characters have to interact with other peoples characters. So I've also included those interactions...

After walking in silence for quite some time, Narkissos became curious as to the direction they were traveling. Before he could say anything, Rheana read his thoughts.
"No I’m not kidnapping you. Firstly you came of your own free will." She said as she jumped a fence. "Secondly; you are free to leave whenever you like." 

"Then tell me where it is we are going please. I do not read minds like you, but I do know that Perth is that way." He said pointing north of them.
She laughed at him. "You are wise my friend, This is not the way to Perth."
"But you still have not told me where we are heading, nor why we head on foot."
She gasped as him and rolled her eyes. "We head whichever way my fancy takes me. I do not feel the need to have man made transportation take me, because I am in no hurry to be anywhere, I am truly free." She put her arms out and began to dance and run in the moonlight. Then she fell and lay staring up at the stars. "I can walk where I want, I can rest when I want, and can be whatever I want. I am part of earth, and she part of me." She leaned up on her elbows and looked at Narkissos looking at her. "You should know this. You are part of each other too. But not as much a part as I." She smiled at him wryly and laid back down. "Come watch the sky with me and watch as the earth does what she does best."
He made his way over to her carefully, watching her breath. Then he knelt down at her head. When she looked at him he asked: "And what is it that you think the earth does best?"
She smiled a devious smile at him upside down. "Why, she merely exists."
He smiled back at her words then lay with their heads next to one another. He listened to her breathing still as she soon fell asleep.

When Rheana awoke the following morning, the sun had just begun to rise. Narkissos was watching her from a few feet off. She stretched then sat up, then she yawned deeply.
"I see deep sleep still reverts you to your true form." Narkissos said to her. She cast a glare his way. "Still as bright and cheery in the mornings as ever." He laughed. She continued to glare.
Narkissos got up from where he sat and walked over to her. "Shall we?" he asked extending his hand to her, which she took begrudgingly and stood up. They started to walk again as they had the night before, in silence as the sun rose. As they continued on Rheana began to transform herself into a different redhead from the night before. Though Narkissos loved her true form, he agreed that it might cause a stir as they drew closer to civilization. But did not say as much, she already had read his thoughts.

Long before midday, when there was still a fog, the two arrived at Loch Leven. "have friends here?" Narkissos asked her playfully. She smirked and laughed shortly. "As a matter of fact I do dear Narky." And she began to wade into the water. He watched her and as about to speak. "No Narky, I will not strip for you. The clothes I wear are as much of an illusion as the current color of my hair." He laughed. "We are here because I made a deal with Nessy many many years ago. I’d be the mysterious woman to throw off the truth of her whenever I’m in the area. I’m sure you’ve heard the legends about it." She said. As she turned back away from him, she transformed into a blonde beauty bathing in the waters. He watched as she waded around the foggy lake, smiling to himself.

They stayed at the lake until the fog began to lift, and continued on their way. Traveling in a southward direction because Rheana could hear Narkissos’ thoughts continually reverting back to London, she asked him when they were crossing water; "What is it that’s so important in London?" He looked at her quizzically then dropped his head. "You do keep thinking about it, why else do you think I’m heading south?"
"Do you remember Volta at all?"

"That silly old man? How could I ever forget him?"
"Well, he’s in London, I’d been meaning to go and see him." She raised her eyebrows at him, willing him to continue. "The war is drawing close Rheana, you cannot be ignorant of that."
She laughed at him. "I am not ignorant of it. I welcome it. It has been far too long since there was trouble caused enough that would hold as entertainment." 

"You want this war?"
"I want to be entertained." She smiled and he sighed. Then both continued without speaking again.

After several stops and forms of transportation, The two arrived on the outskirts of London in the early morning of the next day. "perhaps we should find lodging for the evening. Or for the little amount of evening that is left." Rheana said. "I really need to sleep. That little bit on your shoulder of the last train was not restful at all."

"Of course it was, you even drooled a bit." He laughed back at her, leaning in and holding her chin. She glared at him. "Very well, I have a flat not far from here. I am sure you remember." He said straightening up. "if you’ll follow me, I think we can go the rest of the way on foot" unless you’d rather I carried you?" he smiled as she stomped off ahead of him again.

"What bloody way do I go?" she said when he stopped on a corner and she continued on. He nodded his head and started down the correct long street.

Once they were inside, she went straight to his bed and crashed. "don’t wake me, and don’t think about it... you get the couch." She was out by the time she hit the pillow.

"of course my love", he said to the door as he shut it for her.

Narkissos’ ears perked up all of a sudden. Then he smiled wryly. And thought to himself "Seems my dear friend Volta has come to pay me a visit." He went and opened the door quietly, so to not wake Rheana, even though only a change in the earth could wake her. He stood waiting with the door open, waiting for His father’s friend to appear at his stoop. 

Volta Parked the Vanquish in plane sight of Nark as he got out in his Human form. It was almost dawn so he had to go back his human form. He changed Bane into his credit card form and Life and Death into there Drivers license and MI6 badge form. He then walked up to the Door and said "Long time so see. And What ever you do don't try and steal my car this time."

Narkissos laughed out loud at Voltas comment, remembering clearly the incident that he was referring to. "I believe it was an emergency and I did return the pieces. But seeing as you are my guest, I will do what I can to control the urge. Please come in. to what do I owe this visit?"

Volta walked in and said "Pieces yes but I rather liked that car. It was my 69 sting ray correct?. Anyway i am here to ask you to come and help. The war is less then Twenty-Nine days away now. I know Rehana won't help but i figured you might. You know i have unlimited resources. You also know trying to read my mind is useless." Volta felt him press against the outer ridges of his mind. But not past his mental walls.

"You are correct. And it was a beauty, until it slipped on the ice and careened into that wall. But I did accomplish my mission in record time." He said as he smiled. "You may be wrong about her. She is interested in the war. It is a game to her to cause trouble. You know this though. If you word an offer correctly, she may be willing to help. Yes I do know. I have all but given up trying to read minds. If you feel you mind is being read, perhaps our dear Rheana is no longer sleeping." He went and peeked in on her. She looked like she was sleeping, but she was still in her redheaded form. "It’s no use pretending to sleep now. Come, Volta is here." She growled at him as she rolled onto her back refusing to open her eyes. "fine, I’ll come out."

Volta had a smug grin as Rheana came out and Nark was still standing there. Volta then Said "Long time so see Rheana. You look well or your current form does." Volta Grinned as he muttered something under his breath out of anyone's hearing range. It was a spell that cause Rheana to go to her ture form. Volta Grinned as Nark saw it.  

Rheana fought to control her rage as she transformed back to her real self. With an indignant smirk she said to him: "More parlor tricks to amuse the masses no doubt. Tell me how has it been with no one so great to pick on?"

Narkissos’ face flushed, as much as a half vampires face can flush, when he saw Rheana in her true form for the second time in 24 hours. He loved her as she was, but was not used to seeing her this way in front of others.

He then moved to interrupt their discord before a fight erupted. "Please Volta, tell us what it is that has brought you here to ask us for our help."

Volta Smirked clearly unphased by by Rheana's true form. Volta then corrected Nark "Not help. I came seeking a alliance. Help would imply everything depended solely on you and that it does not. But your alliance would be a great help. Rheana i am sorry. But i figured that you keep it hidden form Nark and now see that you don't. Anyway i came by to give you an offer which it is up to you. Here is the location to my base, the choice is yours." Volta walked up and got in his car and speed off back to the base. 

Both Rheana and Narkissos stood in his wake for a long time not moving. Narkissos then looked at the directions he held in his hand and was about to speak. But Rheana interrupted him. "No, I don’t think he meant to speak with me at all, but I do like that you thought it was a good idea to attempt to enlist me." She walked back towards to the bedroom. "And yes, he does know how much you like me, but then again; it doesn’t take a mind reader to figure that out." She said smiling at him.
"Will you ally though?" he asked her.
"I will sleep on it. Now; I’m far past tired. You still get the couch." She said closing the door on him. 

Onto Matters A'Foot

It's not the depression itself that hurts, it the emotions that come with the train of thought that cause pain. Forgive me for starting off topic, but as I've stated before; this is how my train of thought goes.

I don't know why I keep trying to think of a way to get back to someone/thing that is trying to move on without me. Nothing in it is logical or probable. And yet I am logically thinking about the most probable way to accomplish it. It's not that life is unhappy or whatnot the way that it is, nor was it better, or will it be better if I were to accomplish what I want. Maybe it will be... but that remains to be seen.

I keep playing scenes in my head of what will happen if I were to do one thing or another. and I know that these scenes will never play out, even if I did do that which in my thoughts made it happen. I realize that I am full of wishful thinking. and that wishful thinking has left me feeling used. And feeling used in one thing, makes me think of all the things I feel used in. Which in turn, makes me slightly depressed. And with depression come the unfounded feelings of being unwanted. But these are all biased. and determinate upon a single character. When the whole crashes, the single entities strengths and play are completely blown out of proportion and I fall deeper. Therefore: I've not been trying to move on. I don't want to fall deeper into myself. But then again, maybe I'm just trying to talk myself into something with all of this babble.

One day I'll figure out the truth. One day I'll think of myself as truly happy. One day I'll be someone better than me.

Planning a Plan that Plans my Day

I keep contemplating a new plan. But I can't act on it because there are too many unknown factors, and those unknown factors are key to it becoming a success. 

Wow, I really thought I had more to say than that on this when I started. 

Oh well. I'll think of something else... Got something;

Recently, I have been considering reverting back to what I was doing the only time I've ever lost weight. (and I'm not talking about having an appendectomy) I am talking about the few months that my home was the floor at my aunt's house. I ran when I could, I worked, I went dancing twice a week, and I hung out with my besty. Also during this time, I ate no grease, nor did I drink soda (unless we went to breakfast at Hardees or something, otherwise). It's not like I do eat or drink what's bad for me now, it's just more-so than then. I mostly ate muffins, I walked everywhere, at lunch I'd have a sandwich, and fruit. I drank water. I still do these things, except there's no where to walk to. And in the stress of life, I eat where I'm taken. I did that there too. But it's more often here.

I think what I'm attempting to say is: I am going to eat muffins and fruit again. Only as often as I did. and I am going to try and find someplace to walk to in this Gawdawful heat. And maybe I'll start running again. Maybe I'll change my whole schedule around so I won't have to be awake during the hottest part of the day in my room.

The problem with that is; I don't know where to get muffins, I have nowhere to walk to, and I have no friends to hang out with or dance with.

Mediocre Means of Being Average

I need a new plan. I had an old plan, but there were other players in that plan that pulled out. And I haven't come up with a new plan since then, because, I'm a girl and I like to live in this place called denial. 

Perhaps my new plan will me to work my life away being mediocre in Southern California. Or maybe I'll work enough at being mediocre to get back to a life that I'm not sure will be still waiting for me. I know it's not waiting for me now, but I still hope. 

Truth is; I don't know how to be more than mediocre. So I may be destined to always be mediocre. I'm just okay at most things. Those who are worse than me think I'm good. I'm just mediocre. I excel at nothing. I don't make friends easily. I am friendly with everyone, but I'm that friendly person that is forgotten. But we have been over this before. I am mediocre, average, forgettable.

In other news, besides my mediocreness... I also make mistackes. Yes, mediocre mistakes, but they have come to haunt me. Oh, maybe not haunt, but I think about them. But then again; before commiting these mistakes, I knew they were the type of thing that sticks with you. I'd heard stories. 

I HATE BEING MEDIOCRE. I HATE BEING FORGOTTEN. I immensely dislike that I'm not exceptional at anything, or to anyone.

That's enough emotional out-bursting for one night.

Rheana Nymph

So; my online friends have talked me into participating with some of their RolePlays. This one; since my character was in Scotland alone; I've written it like a story thus far: Enjoy:

Masquerading as a Redheaded twenty something, Rheana was currently trolling the pubs in Falkland, Scotland, looking to cause trouble.

As a troublesome Nymph she enjoyed playing the part of a not so local looker for these primitive folk in the local pubs. Yes, it was small trouble when it started, but she knew it could well get out of hand. It was true that this small city had come to be known the first conservative city in Scotland, but before that it was known for some violence. Rheana was sure she could find that violence in the people again, even if it meant taking down their tourism.

Rheana ducked into the Lomond Tavern and scanned the room for an empty seat. She saw an empty table butted up against another, filled with 2 gents and their dates. She smiled and made her way over to her newest victims.  

She could feel every pair of male's eyes on her as she took her seat. Rheana of course was used to, and expected this. She had perfected the walk that attracted the attention. She maneuvered her body in a way, so as to draw attention, but not be obvious about it. She placed herself in the seat against the wall with her profile turned so both men at the table next to her could ogle her curves just right.

When the waitress stepped over she gave her most award winning smile, and let local the accent seep in her voice. "Aye, Aam passin' ben tonecht, takin' in mah bonnie coontry. coods ye teel me whaur Ah micht fin' lodgin' aroond haur?" She could hear all the thoughts in the room taking in what she'd said, and grinned when she was given directions to the next street over. then the waitress asked what she'd have. "Teel me; whit is yer hoose speacialty? i'll hae 'at.." As she waited for the lady to return with her drink, she focused in on the most lustful thoughts in the room. Not surprising to Rheana, they came from one of the gents next to her.  

At the table next to her, the ladies stepped off to the bathroom. In their absence, to two gents began to speak lowly to eachother, either not knowing Rheana could hear them or not caring.
"Swatch at th' body oan 'at lassie. she's ripe fur th' pickin'.""Dae ye hink she'd pull th' auld radge?" The two continued on in this manner. Rheana called out to the waitress, playing the part of a little too drunk. "Hey! Can ye top me aff?"

"Hink she's hud enaw tae please me yit?" They laughed with eachother."Guid day quine, fancy a winch?" The taller one called over to her.
She turned then with a smile. "Ur a body ay ye braw gentlemen addressin' me?"

"Aye." 

"Whit is it ye woods loch?" She said turning to them, leaning over just right. 

"Ye dornt happen tae fancy a roll wi' me?"
"Sae blunt, an' strang, jist hoo Ah loch them. but whit woods yer lassie say?" She toyed with him. The discord went on for quite some time. She smiled evily when she saw the girls return, and heard the outrage that was in their heads. This is when she leaned in and Kissed the man. The hoots and hollers started, and he kissed her back. All head were turning in their direction. Until Rheana determined it was time for them to come up for air and see what damage would become. 

"Ye dobber. ur ye cheatin' oan mah sister?" One man called from the other side of the bar. It wasn’t long before a brawl broke out and She was able to step back and watch it all.

After a long while she became bored with the debacle and found her way outside. In the alley way she though out loud. "That was far too easy... and rather dull."

After a few streets into her stroll away from the pub, Rheana sensed a presence behind her. She could feel someone walking along behind her. She assumed it was the lad from the pub, and started working out a sub-plot. She waited until he was close enough, and pretended to trip on the cobblestone. But before she could hit the ground and fake helplessness; she was caught from behind. The arms which caught her were eerily familiar and warm. But she could not place their owner. 

"You’re not that clumsy my dear. And you’ve a higher tolerance for alcohol than even I."
At his words, Rheana knew it was Narkissos, and began to scowl. "My, your aura is dark this evening. Who exactly are you pretending to be?" Rheana pried herself free of his grasp and spun on him. 

"What do you mean I’m dark Narky? And I’m just out for a stroll. Stopped in for a pint on my way to Perth."
He only smiled at her words. 

"How long have you been following me and what do you want?" Rheana asked. She had already got it in her head to have the closest branch smack him from behind. 

"I don’t know what you mean. But I would advise against that, put the branch down Rheana, I mean you no harm and you know that." She growled as she lowered the branch. "I was just thinking that since I was traveling from Buckhaven as well, we could go together." 

"Very well. But I’m warning you" don’t get in the way of my dastardly plans." He put his hands up in surrender. Then followed her as she stomped off. 

FACELess Ladies; a dialogue. -

"Oh my gosh, I thought she’d never leave."

"Oh I know, it took forever."

"I would have said something, but I didn’t want to seem rude."

"Me either. She’s just so eeh."

"Exactly. Her presence just irks me sometimes."

"I know what you mean."

"We should really do something about her coming back."

"Yes, no one wants her here. Do they?"

"Well, I certainly don’t. Do you?"

"Of course not. Why should I want her here? I just try to be nice to her when she is here."

"You are too kind."

"I know. But I do what I can."

"I just wish there was a way to block her from coming back here, without saying it directly to her."

"Why can’t we say it directly to her? I would, but I don’t want to be the only one saying it."

"Oh, I’d back you up, 100%."

"Really?"

"Really. If you tell her, I’ll stand with you on it."

"Ok then. If you’ll stand with me. Next time she comes in, I’ll tell her we don’t want her anymore."

"You’ve got a deal."

"Deal."

"What are you going to say?"

"I’ll just say: I’m sorry, but you are not welcome here anymore. And leave it at that."

"Ooooh, that’s cold. But good."

"You think it’s too cold?"

"No, just cold enough, or else she might not get it, and try hanging around."

"We can’t have that. So I’ll be cold enough."

"Oh, oh, here she comes. You’re on."

"Hello ladies, I just came back for my jacket."

"Um, she has something to say to you. Go on."

"What? Um, I... I just wanted to say I liked your haircut."

"Thank you. That’s nice of you to notice."

"You’re welcome."

"What, what about?"

"Well, I will see you two later. I have to go now. Bye."

"Bye."

"Later... Why didn’t you say it?"

"I kinda just froze."

"Uugh! She’s just going to come back whenever now."

"I’m sorry. I just couldn’t be that cold. You do it next time."

"Fine. I’ll do it. Which way did she go?"

"What? Now?"

"Yes now. I can’t stand that little twerp."

Driving Complications

The day had been long, and the three passengers traveling in the red car speeding along in the carpool lane were more than weary. In the back rode Christof, a boy of 20 with no track in life but the whims that he was feeling. And today, he was not feeling his on-again-off-again girlfriend as a need. He had just finished relating to his companions his eagerness to be rid of the shrew.

Isaiah, in the passenger’s seat, remained silent, though he couldn’t agree more. He had been against any union between the two since the first time. However, being Christof’s junior by 2 years, he could not bring him to see reason, and rid himself of her permanently.

The two of them seemed a grim pair, each minding themselves, staring blankly out of their own windows. And thought the day had been long and weary, though she despised the wretch that was her brother Isaiah’s friend’s girlfriend. Elizabeth had a slight smirk emerging onto her face as they drove on. She watched the lines of the road as the oncoming traffic blinded her in the windscreen. That sadistic smile grew unknowingly to the others, as she contemplated what it would be like to careen the vehicle into the center dividing wall of the interstate they traveled.