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Post by MINERVA L TRESCOTT on Dec 30, 2009 16:03:26 GMT -5
The last thing that had happened at her mother's, all the way in Florida, was the plate. Or, dinner rather. Or, maybe driving herself to the hospital. Either way, it was a trianwreck. And now she was breathing deeply, her eyes closed. Trying not to remember that, trying to think ahead. The texts that lay on her phone gave her comfort. Let her know there was still an 'ahead' and that someone had missed her. Reminding her that when she had left this time, she had left someone wanting her. It was a nice feeling, but it came with guilt. And that's why she was coming back... right? Or was she just selfish again? She didn't like those thoughts. And when she tried to keep them at bay, other things slipped in.
Her and her mother had sat down for dinner; nothing fancy, just a "welcome home" dinner. Not even Christmas dinner. (She couldn't remember if Christmas had passed or not. Christmas decorations had been in the hotel she had stayed at afterwords, were still draped over everything in the airport. But sometimes they stayed up after Christmas, sometimes. And it wasn't like she had been keeping track. But she knew that during that dinner, it was not Christmas.) But they sat glaring at each other. Opposite sides of an impersonal table that stretched for miles. Her mother's voice screeched like a revving engine, gaining speed and ground, critical, and contradicting everything that Minerva loved, had worked for, and wanted to hold. Things escalated. And then her mother gave her a disappointed look. Left the girl standing there, her hands bunched in fists at her sides, clenched with nails digging into the flesh. She looked at the plate sitting in front of her, fine china. There were thousands of it's family members in the large china closet, right next to the table so you could envy while you ate. And looking at the plate, her eyes swimming and stinging with unwanted tears, all she could think of was Caleb. She thought of the plate he shattered, the mirror he punched. Bits of cheap material flying as she stood in the little kitchen, confused. Bloody, gory hands in her hands, as she stood in the little kitchen, confused. She felt like a child with an impulse, paired with a quick thought that was in her mind and out before she could consider it, Why does he get to break everything? Images flooded in her mind, hands that it her, held her like a disease, hands that smoothed back her hair, rocked her to sleep. Her own hands that always shook, and held herself together. She picked up the plate and threw it at the crystal doors.
She took her mother's keys and drove herself to the hospital. Her hands kept shaking, she couldn't hold herself together anymore. She needed the other hands, the ones that kept her steady. But they were thousands and thousands of miles and miles away, across states and rivers. Utterly unable to grasp. And that made her hands shake harder, clammy skin sliding of the steering wheel. But she made it. And it wasn't as bad as she had expected, and the stitched up a three of four inch gash on her upper arm, sprayed some stuff on the multiple scratches on her hand, slapped some gauze on her and sent her off. She felt like she was in a dream. She made her way back to her home which wasn't her home anymore, parked the car, and went to grab her things. None of it was hers, in a room that she had never wanted. It was a stranger's taste, a stranger's wardrobe. The only thing she wanted was his pillow, which she had childishly brought along again. Couldn't leave with out him, any part. She hoped he wasn't mad about it. She was a second time offender on that part.
It wasn't hard to get a plan ticket. The kiosk recognized her. Minerva was too clouded, too far in her zombie-like state to do anything but thank the girl, and be on her way. She forgot she didn't like planes. She got on, and felt her lungs implode, like she was suffocating. Her hands wrung the pillow as she fought to breath. Her heart thumped a little. But she took deep breaths, closed her eyes, and imagined she was somewhere else. It calmed her, thinking she was somewhere else. Somewhere under her bed, somewhere that always had someone else there.
She felt bad about leaving the message that she left. She was almost off the plane when she got his message. He texted her back instantly. And she was waiting in the airport. She almost felt like she had deja vu again. She didn't want to face him, but she wanted every part of him. Just like last time...? And she had the same bag, but she held his pillow in the open this time, not thinking too clearly. She felt like a foolish child in love, like she had a huge crush. She felt afraid, uncertain, and vulnerable.
She took a few steps out of everyone's way. It was around seven in the evening, she guessed. Looked around. Did he want to meet her in the terminal, or at a place to eat? Was she supposed to text him more? She didn't know anything. Her's was the only flight from Florida, both of their hometown. Did he guess she was on it? Questions again. She wanted to forget questions, and words, and thoughts, and just work off emotions and arms that held her steady again. She missed him. She guessed it was silly to think in these terms. It was obvious that he took her as she was, loved her...? So why did she feel so unsure? She loved him, she supposed. If that was what one called these confusing emotions. But she did know that she couldn't live with out him. No, she'd gotten too far for that.
[[KRISTEN!!//CALEB!!! <3 <3]]
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Post by CALEB D FLAMME on Dec 30, 2009 17:09:21 GMT -5
The wood sat in his lap, curved in a way it fit perfectly to the contours of his body. It was just how he liked it. Just soft and beautiful, everything in one. He smiled just looking at it, he ran his fingers from the top of it's neck down to the torso a smile on his face. Caleb looked at his acoustic guitar, it was his favorite thing he owned. Playing with it, he smiled. He'd lost track of time though, playing with his guitar. He looked around, and saw some glowing numbers telling him it was late. Everyone else on the bus was asleep, but Min wasn't here yet. He frowned. He'd been waiting for her to come back. So he could hold her and fall asleep. He didn't feel right without her. "Where is she?" he asked the air, wondering. That was when he looked at his phone a voicemail? He listened to it, smiling as he heard her voice.
When the message was over. Caleb looked at his phone. Gone? He thought. What was going on, why was she gone? He sighed. He set his phone down on the his bed. He looked at his guitar. The joy was gone now from the guitar, he should be happy about this guitar he knew. About normal things, but he knew without his girl, without Min. There wasn't something he could be happy about. He ran his hand across the guitar's face. The magic it had held only a moment ago was gone. He closed his eyes, Min, he thought picturing her face. He'd just seen her it seemed like. Why hadn't she told him she was going to Florida? He wondered, he would have gone with her. Go and see his parents with Parker, he thought. Instead she'd gone. He would have to stay her by himself. Caleb tucked his guitar away, and laid down it was going to be a long next few days without her.
The first day. Caleb had woken up, happy. Until he remembered that he wouldn't see Min. He got dressed, and went outside. Hoping to find his brother and Devon. But of course he still hadn't made up with them. So it made things hard for him to hang out with them. He also didn't want to go and try to talk to people. He walked around for most of the day, talking to a few people here and there. Not doing much of anything. He tried to get ready for christmas. As the days went by, passing until they all started to blend together and he wasn't sure what day it was or how long Min had been gone. Too long was all he knew, he was constantly checking his phone waiting for something from her, anything. He thought about calling her mom, but he decided against it.
He was stuck living in a daze that everyone seemed to notice. He sighed, thinking about his family. Christmas what it was supposed to mean to people. This year though, it was like he didn't have any spirit. He went out less and less as the days went by. Until finally he just locked himself away on the bus waiting for Min to come back, waiting every day for her. Hoping for her return, but he couldn't help but loose some faith everyday. Maybe she wasn't coming back? What if he'd done something? He didn't know, his heart hurt without her being here. Part of him was gone, and he wanted to know how she was doing. Was she okay without him? How was she dealing with being away from him? He missed her, everything about her. From the touch of her skin, the warmth from her body, the color of her hair, the smell of her, everything about her made a different part of him miss her more and more. Until he finally got to the point he thought he would die without her.
Then when he'd nearly given up hope. He got a message from her. He got a sign from her. When he got it, he had to close his eyes to stop from crying he was so happy to hear from her. He smiled wide enough that he thought his jaw would break. He'd been in bed though when he got the message. He quickly realised what he looked like and decided he needed to change and quickly. He didn't want to waste a moment getting ready to go and see her. He missed her to much to waste any time. Standing up and getting out of bed, he changed into a nice plain black shirt, and a white button up shirt. Plus some nice jeans. It was dressing up for him. He even brushed his hair to. He made sure he looked good. His hands hand healed by now, there was barely any scabbing. There were a few scars, but it was mostly all better. Which he thought would make Min happy. Plus there was no scar on his cheek anymore.
When he was sure he looked good, he ran to the airport. Getting there as fast as the cab would go. He was smiling, and jittery. Excited in a way he hadn't been in a long time. He felt like this was christmas morning and he was about to wake up and get his presents. Because he was truly about to get the only thing he wanted for christmas. He was reminded of the song, all I want for christmas is you, he smiled. When the cab stopped at the airport, Caleb wasted no time running for the terminal. He hadn't set up a place to meet her. So he was just running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Going blind, trying not to run into people on the way to her.
Then he saw her. She was standing there, and he couldn't help but smile. God he thought, it was Min. Really Min, really the real her. Not something he'd made up in his mind. He thought about how to great her. But only one thing seemed reasonable to him. He walked over to her, walking so she could see him. "Minnie!" he yelled to get her attention and then burst into a run until he was there. Standing in front of her, staring at her. He smiled, as he looked at her, cupping her face with his hand he didn't waste any time. Kissing her lightly, gently, trying to show her how much he'd missed her with this one single kiss. "Gods I missed you Min," he told her in a whisper looking at her. He'd brought their bodies together, by stepping closer to her, and pressing them together. It wasn't sexual though, it was loving and embracing. He placed his arms around her, glad to have her home.
It took him a moment, too really take her in though. Take in the condition she was in. She didn't look as good as she had before she left. He knew her visit home, must not have gone well. He didn't press though, she would tell him when she was ready he knew. For right now, he was just over joyed about the fact he had his world back in his arms.
[[MINNIE!!!! SEREN!!]]
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Post by MINERVA L TRESCOTT on Dec 30, 2009 17:32:24 GMT -5
She felt like she was loosing hope. He was mad, he wasn't going to come. So, she was going home alone, right. Her heart felt leaden. She knew it, too good to be true. Then she heard her name, and whipped around. The name that really only one person had permission to call her. Min's face broke into a huge smile, and he came, (running, as only Caleb would) and grabbed her, kissed her. She smiled against his soft lips. And when he took a step back, she smiled. His face was better. He looked good. That made her happy. He always made her happy. Anyway he was. Were his hands better? She didn't have time to check, he pulled her close. She held him close, but shifter her left shoulder away from him. Under the light jacket, he wouldn't see the jagged scar that lay under the sea of fabric. And she only had a tank top on. Needles to say she hadn't been thinking this morning. And the fact that she didn't have the stitches out would only make it a worse sight. She giggled nervously considering all of this. "I missed you too. Too much. I-I, um, didn't like going home. Not a, uh, good visit." She cleared her throat to get rid of the anger that was tugging at it. She was in a happy moment. She hugged him tighter, like she was trying to convince herself he was still there.
While he looked like he had prepared for seeing her, she surely didn't. Her hair was unbrushed, some gnarly knots tied under the surface, falling around her in a sad disheveled way. She had deep bruises under her eyes, and they were a little blood shot. No make up, just a little bit of eyeliner that had been on the night before. At least she didn't really need and cover up on a day like this. Her lips were dry and chapped. She has tired, too. She hadn't slept in a long while. And the more that she thought about, she realized she hadn't slept in the whole time that she had been gone, for the past week, she guessed. She couldn't, with out him. And now that she had her 'new-familiar' she couldn't shake it. And she most definitely could not sleep in the large hotel bed, resounding with empty silence, let alone the bed at her mother's house, drenched in poison memories. She found her eyes fluttering.
It wasn't really lunch time anymore, she realized, seeing the sun just a blip on the horizon. She leaned her head against him, and looked at him. She really couldn't see him though, and she had to tilt her head back so she could see his eyes. She yawned. "So, I guess we'll have dinner instead of lunch, right?" Her hands bunched in his shirt as she heard the sound of a plane revving, taking off. She turned to watch it, her cheek still pressed against his collar bone. She shuddered, thinking of the flight. "I don't like planes..." She muttered. Looked at her hands wrapped in his shirt again, and let go. She was probably wrinkling the nice shirt. She wrapped her arms around his waist again.
Breathed him in. She could almost forget the past week. Body heat was rushing against the jacket, folding back. Not to mention she felt a blush all on her body. It was hot now. She broke away from him for a moment to take off the jacket. And as soon as she had it off, and turned back to him, she realized what she had done. "Shit." She muttered, before looking back at him, feeling self-conscious about her arm. She was screwed now, and she waited for his reaction, looking at the tourists passing by, not able to make eye contact with him.
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Post by CALEB D FLAMME on Dec 30, 2009 18:11:50 GMT -5
Caleb touched her, and when he touched her he really felt her. He felt the warmth under her skin, the smooth feel of it. He could smell her hair, and the scent that was something completely her. It couldn't be made artificially or any other way, it was something that was just her. Something he couldn't explain, and he didn't really care that he couldn't. Min, he thought with a smile. God's he'd missed her. She giggled and he wanted to giggle to or maybe chuckle. "Yeah," he said in response to her. He touched her and kissed the top of her head. "You shouldn't have gone, without me," he told her. He would have helped her out with the trip. They could have seen his parents, he was sure his mom was missing her sons and so was his dad. It didn't matter tho, "I don't care I have you now," he said.
He felt like grabbing her, and throwing her up in the air, and twirling her around. She was everything to him, and without her. Everything had been dark, now things where better. He took a step away so he could look at her. Really look at her, instead of just once her over. He noticed she was in just a tank top, and smirked. "Your going to regret a tank top when you get outside, Boston's a lot colder then Florida," he told her. Then he looked at her face, she had circles under her eyes. The same as him, neither of them was sleeping well without the other it looked like. Which gave him an odd sense of joy that she needed him as well. She wasn't wearing any make up, which made him happy, but he senses that wasn't the reason why she wasn't wearing any make up. He looked at her and shook his head. "I'm not gonna lie Minnie, you look like shit," he told her. But he stepped closer to her, put his hands on her arms. "Why don't we skip going out tonight, order some take out, and you let me take care of you?" he asked her looking in her eyes. Hoping she would let him take care of her. He was speaking in a hushed voice, these words were only meant for her. He was only meant for her and her alone.
Caleb was about to tell her to put her jacket back on so they could leave when he saw it. His stomach dropped, not only did it drop. It sat there, falling like he'd been punched when he saw it. There were stitches and everything. His voice was caught in his throat as he tried to say something. He was in shock, how did something like that happen? He tired too think of any way it could have been an accident, but there was no way something like that happened as an accident. It just didn't happen. He looked at it, the jagged cut, there where stitches in her skin. The more the shock faded, there was sorrow inside of him, along with some spark of anger. "Minnie," he said he looked at her, but her back was turned to him. He looked around them, some people where staring which he knew she wouldn't like. He picked up her jacket and laid it gently over her shoulders. His voice becoming dislodged from his throat. He spoke, "What happened?" he asked. His voice was firm, he didn't want bull shit. "Who hurt you?" he asked. "Give me one reason, to not hop on a flight right now and go ass kicking," he asked looking at her.
He walked around her, to look at her. Instead of tilting her head to his level, he came down. He looked in her eyes, and stared, searched for the answers. "Minnie, please..don't shut me out," be begged her. "Tell me what happened, baby please." Caleb was never pushy when it came to this sort of stuff. But right now, he knew he'd let that wait to long. He needed to know.
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Post by MINERVA L TRESCOTT on Dec 30, 2009 18:44:12 GMT -5
Why had she left the call she did? Why did she leave without him? Because she couldn't let him now. Her voice would quiver when she called him, and if he had come with her, then.... she couldn't even think about that. So she was just happy he was here, holding her. She could feel him rushing in from all sides around her. He overwhelmed him. She felt the heat rush again. "No, you say you wanted to come with me now, but you wouldn't have. No, you wouldn't have once we got there. You'd regret it." He said she looked bad, and she didn't mind. She did, she knew. And she was fine. He looked good, besides his eyes, which were blackened just like her's.
"Caleb, please stop." She knew he would be angry about her arm, she was surprised she put it off as long as she did, that he hadn't noticed sooner. Her muscles were sore there, and it hurt when he turned her around, place the jacket on her shoulders. "Ow," she muttered softly. He started saying things, looked mad. "Caleb, stop, just stop." Then his voice got sorrowful, he sounded sad. "Minnie, please..don't shut me out," be begged her. "Tell me what happened, baby please." "No one did anything. But, um, me." Too many people. She felt like everyone was thrumming against her. She thread her arms through the jacket, his hands on her shoulders. He was angry, he shouldn't be angry. She put the bag on her shoulder. Grabbed the sorry pillow in her right hand. He wanted to leave, and now she would make him. She just needed to be alone with him.
It was what she had said earlier. There was a point where he would give up on her. And she could hear the strain in his voice. He usually let her clam up when things happened, let her just cry it out. He told her he didn't want to push her. But now, he needed to know. And she had the feeling that he needed to know more about just the plate and the cabinet. "Let's go. Caleb, come on. I'll tell you back at the bus." She pulled at his shirt. He seemed frozen, looking at her in disbelief. "Come on..." She thought about something he said earlier, and let go, just placing her thin, bird-like hand on his shoulder, letting her fingers wrap around his forearm lovingly. Looked up at him with her vulnerable eyes. He made her feel weak, like she needed his protection more. And now it was like he couldn't protect her. It made her feel strange, open. She felt scared, and t worried her too much. Her fingers grasped him tighter, like he was holding her down. "Just take care of me, please."
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Post by CALEB D FLAMME on Dec 30, 2009 19:35:21 GMT -5
He looked at her and smiled. "I don't ever regret being with you," he told her. "Besides we could have seen my folks." he said. He looked at her, his mom would like her he thought. She was beautiful but that wasn't it. She was herself, and not like others. He looked at her, and was reminded of all the reasons he loved her. When she asked him to stop, he stopped touching her. Thinking that was what she wanted. He closed his eyes, and took a step back.
Caleb looked at her, as she said she would tell him back at the bus. He nodded his head. It wasn't what he wanted of course, but he understood. "I'm sorry," he said he knew he shouldn't have gotten angry. "I'm still trying to work on my temper....I don't mean to push you," he said trailing her. He looked at her, "I'll always take care of you," he told her. Looking at her, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. He started to walk next to her, he looked at her and quickly decided he didn't like this situation. He slipped his fingers under the strap of the bag, and grabbed it, he was going to carry it. He slipped it on his shoulder. "My first order of taking care of you, is to take this off your shoulders, and let me carry it," he told her winking at her. He put his arm around her waist. Putting no pressure on her incase there was more bruises he hadn't seen yet.
As they got to the end of the airport terminal. Caleb had an idea, he got a smirk on his face. As he started too lead her to a hotel. "You need a proper cleaning up, not to be crammed on the bus," he said. Looking at her he gave her no room to argue. As he walked into the hotel, and paid for a room. The nice clerk gave him a key, and didn't say anything more. "Come on Minnie," he told her. He looked at her an idea coming to mind. He took in how tired she was, and didn't think she would fight him. In one swift move, and a prayer this all worked out. Caleb knocked her feet from under her, and started to carry her bridal style. With her hurt shoulder on the outside so he wouldn't knock it. He pressed the button for the elevator. Caleb didn't say anything, but smile at her, knowing she might not like this but he was going to do it anyway,
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Post by MINERVA L TRESCOTT on Dec 30, 2009 21:01:41 GMT -5
No, he shouldn't want to always be with her. Surely, there were things he should like more. For her, the only thing that even rivaled her affection for Caleb was singing. And of course, it wasn't the same unless he was there singing with her, playing under her. Which kind of made them the same, she guessed. It was confusing, was all. This whole thing that they had, this whole situation that made her blurry when she woke up, but made her want to wake up all the same. And she was selfish, and liked that he wanted her. Made her feel happy in a way that she hadn't, for as long as she could remember (and she could remember for a long time, it seemed.)
She loved how understanding Caleb was, how he left room for her to breath, but suffocated her exactly when she wanted him too. She gave him all the answers she could, for the moment, and his anger dissolved. His features softened, and he smiled at her. She smiled back, happy that he was happy. He took the bag from her. "You don't have to do that... but I'm not going to stop you." She felt so light and buoyant when he kept her happy. He wrapped his arm around her, lightly, carefully. "Don't worry, honey. It's just my arm. And my hands are kind of scratched too. But it wouldn't be the first time someone's thrown a plate..." She smiled at him, she was just joking when she said all this, not being too serious. But she was giving him the information he wanted, in the only way she could think of without falling over herself, and maybe crying (the kind that was really unattractive, with snot and red eyes that swelled up).
Outside, it was cold, and she shivered. Her jacket was too light. The only thing that had felt at home to her in Florida was the temperature, she had slipped into it too easily, and hadn't thought when she got ready this morning. She leaned into him, and wrapped her arms around him, under his over shirt. She liked his heat, coming right off him, and she snuggled into him as he led her to the hotel. It wasn't worth saying anything, she knew. He would take her there, even if she fought tooth and nail. So she might as well enjoy herself, and keep warm. She couldn't feel her fingers either, they were numb with cold.
When they got near the elevator, she dropped her hands from him, it was warm in the hotel. But she still leaned against him, his arm protective around her waist, the way she liked it. Then, like she should have guessed her would (because he liked to do things like this when he knew that they irritated her, but in a silly kind of way), he knocked out her feet, and carried her. She didn't say anything though, and just leaned against him, wrapping her hand in his shirt. The other one held his pillow. He took them to the hotel room, and then she looked at her hand, the pillow. And she smiled. She slung back her arm (ignoring the sharp pain that shot through her arm as her muscles protested) and let the pillow fly, whacking him on top of the head. She laughed hysterically, giggling laughter coming out of her. God, she loved him so much. Made her feel delicious and fun. It was so different from how she was, but it was so amazing, and she liked it so much. This is what made Caleb her's, what made her so attached to him, what made her unable to leave him. Even if she wanted too.
He seemed caught off guard by her attack with the pillow, and she scrambled out of his arms. She grabbed him by his arm again, and leaned back, spinning him until they both hit the bed. She still couldn't feel her fingers, and pressed them against each other, thinking they were very cold. She giggled again, and pressed them to his neck. "Is that cold?" She laughed again, and threw her arms around his chest, leaning against him, snuggling into his side, but then she realized her left arm was on the bed. Rubbing against the fabric, she went stiff, as she felt the pain of the comforter. Sobered by it, she stopped laughing, stopped fooling around. She looked up at him again, from where she was, bundled up against him. Her eyes were big and wide. "I-I guess I should tell you know." She sniffed, and took a breath before, leaning up, avoiding all traces of him, looking at her feet. She took of her flip-flops and threw them across the room, and got cross-legged, pulling the comforter between her legs, picking at it. "Well, first, my mother isn't who you think she it. Who anything thinks she is. But, the first night I was at home, we were going to have dinner, right? And she was just, God, so irritating and bitchy, and I just got so mad. And when she left, I still had my plate there. And I looked at it, and all I could think about was you. And I don't know why, but I through it at the wall." She felt a blush rise up her spine. "Well, not the wall, but a, um, cabinet of other china glasses. That, um, had glass windows. And I know it was stupid. But... my mother is just, wrong. Wrong. I could never trust her. If you can connect the dots, think about who hurt me in my past, Caleb. Think what might have made me bitter." She kept her back to him. Couldn't bear to look at him, and her voice grew dry, and she felt herself get angry, at nothing in particular. But she wasn't angry at him. She needed him too much for that. "Maybe I was just her disappointment."
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Post by CALEB D FLAMME on Dec 30, 2009 21:43:21 GMT -5
He smiled at her, "Good," he looked at her. "Don't think I'm against taking a girl down, and forcing you to be spoiled by me," he smirked when he said it. In reality he probably wouldn't do anything to her, other then hug her. He could never hit her, it wasn't who he was no matter how upset he got. He wasn't a woman beater. He looked at her, and nodded his head, glad it was just her shoulder. He didn't like the thought of her shoulder being busted up, anything else ontop of that and he didn't know what he'd do. "If you say so my love," he told her, and put some weight on her shoulder. He didn't say anything about the plate throwing statement. Caleb felt a little bit cold when he got outside. But he'd started to get used to it. He enjoyed Min, clinging to him. Even if that meant she was stealing all off his warmth. He didn't say anything though, just enjoying her company. Her fingers were bittery cold though, he bit his lower lip too keep his teeth from chattering. He was glad the trip to the hotel wasn't all that long. Min seemed to be okay, or so he thought. He smiled when he picked her up, he kissed her cheek. Once they got to the room, she seemed to loosen up a little bit. Which made him happy. He laughed at her, when she whacked him, "Hey!" he said. Still he was happy she was laughing, which in turn made him happy. Then in a wave of movement that he wasn't quiet sure of he was knocked back and landed onto the bed with her.
"Ahh! Jeeze! Yeah there cold!" he told her looking at her. But he was still smiling. Then all of a sudden, all the laughing stopped. She was more serious. He sat and listened to her. Wishing she would let him touch her, but knowing this was serious and he should stop. He looked at her. He listened, nodding his head. Her mom, he knew that was a sore spot. But he'd never known why, he guessed he was finding out. He looked down when she mentioned he was the reason she'd thrown the plate. He wished he could take that back. "So...." he said, looking down and thinking. Thoughts, things she'd said, things where coming together and painting a picture for him. They may have done it slowly, but he was a guy and he wasn't used to those things.
"It's your mom," he said looking at her, in her eyes. Searching for the answer to her eyes. He looked down again, "She did that to you," he said, by that he meant made her bitter, but no only that. He meant her shoulder. "Baby," he said looking at her, he was at a lost. He didn't know what to say...
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Post by MINERVA L TRESCOTT on Dec 30, 2009 22:02:22 GMT -5
She felt tired now. Like she had earlier, but again, here it was. "No. Not my arm. That was me. Just me. Just anger that needed a way out. But, one time, when I was little, I through a brush at my mirror. That was her, I saw her leaving me then, through the reflection. And I hated her for it. And then everything changed, I guess. I was her disapointment, and I wanted to be. I wanted to make her angry. And I did. And I had the battle scars to prove it, Caleb. Phee found them one day. And so, she knew. And Bella knows, too. I'm surprised that she hasn't told anyone. But they both found out by accident. I've never told anyone though, I've never let it pass my lips." She turned back to him. Every atom in her body screamed to be against him again. "And that was wrong. You should have known, I should have told you. But I couldn't. It was too ingrained in me not too." She chuckled dryly. "And even now, I don't feel like I'm telling you, Caleb. I feel like I'm telling the air in front of me, or maybe not saying a word, just breathing my secrets out in a fog of air." Sometimes she felt like she was just a puff of air. She leaned back then, giving her body what it wanted. She felt like she made the wrong decisions then, she wanted the happy, carefree girl that had slipped through her fingers like smoke. She wanted to give Caleb what he deserved. She still couldn't look at him, and she felt hot all over again. She curled up against his side, like she had earlier, but just held her arms to her chest. He could decide if he wanted her or not. She wasn't going to grab him this time. She already gave him too much to deal with.
Just staring into nothing, whether it be air, Caleb, his shirt, or the dust in the air. Her eyes went beyond it. She did feel like she had let something go, but in a weird way. She felt hollow. She didn't like it at all. She wanted to be filled up, filled in. She wanted to be swallowed up by him, or something. Maybe just emotion. But all she could do was sit on the bed, ignoring her arm and pressing her cold fingertips to her chest and shoulders, like she was hugging herself, protecting herself. He already wasted too much on her. She wanted to see if she could hold herself together now. But she knew that it wouldn't work. And while the good side of her knew that it was better if she could, take off the slack, she was secretly happy that she couldn't without him. Just another reason to hold him tighter then she should. But fr now, she felt like she was the one having secrets laid on her. She didn't know why. All she knew is she was confused again, and just wanted something that she couldn't think of. She she just laid against him, holding down the seems of her body, trying to keep in all the conflicting elements.
She changed again, like she had so many times, and unwrapped herself from herself, using her cold hands to pull herself closer to him. She shivered involuntarily. "There's a window open, Caleb," she whispered. It was much too cold for a hotel to be. That had to be the only excuse. Plus there was a breeze, and that was just weird. She leaned up again, pulling her knees together against his side, and leaning over him to look down at him. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and placed her hand on his chest. She could feel the rise and fall of his air, the mechanics of his lungs working. ”I do love you, you know. I get that I don’t say it a lot, but it’s weird. So, I don’t know. But do you forgive me for that? Do you understand? “ She took her hand from his chest and put it against his cheek, sliding it down to his chin, fingertips light on his skin. ” I love you.” She let her fingertips dance along his face again. ”Too much for words.” She felt like kissing him, just leaning down with her lips like a moth whisper. But she didn’t want to make bad decisions, and in the way they were both sitting, laying on a bed, cold and tired, and just in love with each other, she thought it might be a very bad decision.
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Post by CALEB D FLAMME on Dec 31, 2009 7:45:32 GMT -5
Caleb had always sort of prided himself about the fact he was a good listener. So he sat there and listened to Min talk. Something he had no problem doing. He loved the sound of her voice. He loved her, and all the components that made her, who she was. He smirked a little bit and looked at her, shaking his head. She had tried to make her mother angry, "That's just like you," he told her looking at her. He smirked as he looked at her. Trying to tell her with that smirk, that while this was heavy, he knew, it wasn't going to change how he felt about her. Or what he thought about her. "You have to provoke it, don't you," but he smiled, it was one of those questions she didn't really have to answer he thought he knew the answer already. He did admit to himself that he was a little miffed that Phee and Bella knew before him, but he didn't say anything. Maybe Bella did have a heart, if she could keep a secret for her friend.
He looked at her, "Minnie," he said calling her, his special name for her. He was the only one who was allowed to call her that. It was some unwritten rule to him now. "It's fine," he told her looking at her. "I'm just glad you finally told me, I've always known there was something, I thought if I gave you time you'd tell me," he told her. He smiled at her, "I want you to know, this changes nothing," he told her. Incase she was worried about something like that. He looked at her and couldn't help but smile as she came closer to him. He liked having her close to him, after all this time away, he'd missed being close to her. He put his arm around her, and kissed the top of her head, and sighed. Things might be okay now between them he thought. She wasn't holding something back from him anymore, and he knew she trusted him. Which made him over the moon happy. He loved her, all he wanted was the best for her, and to make things better for him.
Caleb looked at Min, when she began to speak again. He straightened out his face, from the stupid grin that wanted to burst out. He reached up and brushed his hand from her hair, to her cheek. Where it staid, his thumb brushing over her cheek, a few times while he just looked at her. "I know Min," he told her. "I know you have a hard time saying it, I'm glad you can though." he told her. "Because I've been in love with you for a very long time," he broke a little bit here and started to smile. "I love you so much, you are the girl of my dreams," he told her. "Hey...." he said sobering up for a second he gathered his thoughts. And tried to become sober from the sea of Min, that he seemed to be intoxicated with. Now he got why she liked to stop touching him when she had something important to say. "Minnie, I want you too know," he took a pause for a breath. "I will love you, no matter what okay?" he asked her hoping she understood how deep his devotion for her ran. "Forever and always no matter what, nothing in this world could make me stop loving you," he told her.
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