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Post by grace elizabeth marie jones on Apr 23, 2010 23:16:49 GMT -5
AND WE WERE JUST KIDS IN LOVEthe-summer-was-full-of-mistakes-we-wouldn't-learn-from three years, by any standard out there, was an absolutely long time to date somebody. There was no doubt about that. what was even more surprising for Grace had been the fact that it had all started when they were thirteen. You know, that awkward age where you just looked awful and your body grew in ways that either looked amazing or made you look like a complete dork? Yeah, dating from that stage, till high school, was definitely an achievement by all means. It still would have been, there was no doubt about it. but waking up for school and knowing that she couldn’t text Garret, ask him to meet her outside before class, all of that, knowing that she couldn’t do that? yeah, that hurt. There was no way for her to try and sneak up on him while he was meeting up with Benji or Parker in the hall, or beg him to come to the library with her, promising they could just hang out at her place afterwards. Definitely, it was a scenario that Grace Jones was honestly not used to. She hadn’t realized how big a part of her life Garret had been. Maybe breaking up at the pool party hadn’t been the best idea in the world. But admitting it definitely was not going to happen. That would be the one thing she would not do. If there was anything grace was not good at, it was admitting when things were her fault. She was pretty sure this whole thing could have been avoided if she hadn’t overreacted, but she couldn’t go back to him begging. That wasn’t how she worked.
School had been difficult, for the simple fact that there were a few classes that were shared between the two, and of course, mutual friends. Really, none of that helped the fact. She couldn’t’ even really talk to Benji or Parker in school that often because Garret was always there. She was sure that in a good solid week, she hadn’t really talked to them. Sure, Benji, she talked to him a lot, but not face to face. Parker, same scenario. Garret, on the other hand... She hadn’t talked to him in a solid week, which had been hard. They had never even gone a day or so without talking. It actually was weird how after they had ended things, how Grace realized how much he had been a part of her life, no matter how “unhealthy” it was or whatever the story was. she had done a lot with Garret; they hung out constantly, always talked, enver really had to not talk about anything. Hell, they rarely had fought despite the opposite qualities they had. And yet three years had passed with them dating, spending nights sleeping over at each other’s houses, hanging out with friends, all of that, and it had never really gotten to her that they didn’t too much in common. It had stumped her, it had confused her. But it had made her realize that maybe she loved this kid. Sure, at sixteen, what the bloody heck did she know about love? Nothing at all, but she was certainly that maybe she cared about this kid more than she knew was possible.
Sitting in physics class, her mind was wandering. She didn’t really care about rotations right now, it was painfully obvious by the fact that her eyes stared at her lap, at the phone in her lap. She had been texted Benji, and he begged her to come to band practice that night, for the sole reason they hadn’t hung out in a long time. And she missed the kid, she had to admit. So, quickly replying back saying that she would be there after school, she turned her head up, her eyes not focusing on the scribbles and diagrams on the board. She had missed half of the school week last week for “personal reasons”, as stated by her mother, though to anyone that did not know her, or that Grace did not talk to, it was solely for a “family reason”, not for the fact that she couldn’t come to school, couldn’t face her friends, couldn’t face Garret. Sighing, she placed her head on her desk, against her arm, burying it deep in so that her hair was in her face. Getting some needed sleep in physics might work..
After school had come quickly, she had to admit. Sure, she had slept through physics, tried taking notes in history, and had definitely tried to stay awake in her chemistry class, but the day had gone relatively quick. She had texted Benji, saying she’d walk home and drop her stuff off before showing up to practice. It was mostly just to grab her camera; ever since she had been eleven years old, she had decided that she was going to go to college for photography, there was no doubt in her mind. Taking pictures of her ex boyfriend’s best friend’s band was definitely going to help that portfolio she needed. So, she’d near sprinted home, telling her mom she was going to meet up with Benji, had grabbed her camera, a jacket, and had left. Sure, she had homework, but she had hours to do it. It wasn’t too much like her to push off doing homework, but really, the past two weeks had sort of drained her energy, sort of killed that buzz that kept her from overachieving, trying to do her hardest, and had reduced it to just her trying not to fail out of high school.
Walking up the familiar pathway towards the back entrance towards Benji’s garage, she grasped the worn out fence that surrounded the back area of the house, trying to shake it open. It had always been annoyingly difficult. Finally, after kicking at it a few times and getting it open, she trudged her way through the slightly damp walk until she reached the door to the garage. Once more reading Benji’s message saying that Parker wasn’t’ there yet, she opened the door, glancing up only after she closed the door. “I thought he’d be here b—” Turning around, she pulled the hood down from her jacket, realizing that she had forgotten a slightly huge part of the band; the fact that Garret was in it. Glancing down at her camera in her hand, her eyes focusing on her worn out Chucks, she looked at Benji, trying to hitch a smile on her face as though her heart hadn’t leaped into her throat. “Uuhm. He should be here soon, I guess. What about Kelley…” He wasn’t there either, though that was not a shock. He had always been awfully late, for the simple fact he probably had skipped school and was home asleep or whatever. Wrapping an arm around Benji’s waist, accepting his welcome hug, she couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at Garret before she walked past them both and pulled herself up on top of a few of the sturdy boxes she usually had sat on when she had sat in on their practices. It always had a great view. She kept her blue eyed gaze down, staring at her camera as though suddenly interested in the little symbols on the buttons that she knew by heart. This was going to be a long practice..
SAMMIE/GARRET ,, 1228 WORDS ,, UTTER CRAP, KTHX.
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garret lee dublin
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Post by garret lee dublin on Apr 25, 2010 10:28:57 GMT -5
Should have know you’d bring me heartacheAlmost lovers always do Garret Dublin couldn’t tell you what the fuck happened with him and Grace. Okay… well, he did know. But really, it wasn’t his fault. Its not like he KNEW that she was changing in that particular tent. Sure, he may have joked around about the two of them having sex, but he had never pressured her, so why in the hell would he really want to walk in on her changing. He knew that would have been suicide. Had he know that she was changing in there; he wouldn’t have gone in to get the beach ball that he had seen in there earlier. But he hadn’t know, so he went in, and had seen her in the middle of changing. She accused him of doing it on purpose, and their three year relationship…three fucking years…had gone down the drain. Honestly, it fucking depressed him. Grace Jones was basically his life, and had been since he first met her and made it his goal to make her his. They spent almost every day together, and in the past three years, he hadn’t gone a day without AT LEAST talking to her, if not seeing her and getting to hang out with her. Honestly, he was crushed about this entire thing. He tried not to let it show, honestly he didn’t want to seem like a wimp in front of the guys. Kelley already gave him shit through out the entire relationship about him being whipped and the boy hadn’t denied it. Grace had had him whipped. She was the reason he never went to parties when Kelley and the guys went.
School was the worst though. That’s where he was forced to see her, whether he wanted to or not. Actually, the first three or four days afterwards he didn’t have to see her, as she wasn’t even at school. At first, before it hit him that she had dumped him, he was highly concerned, and actually left class to call her and make sure she was okay. She always texted him if she was going to miss school, because he usually bunked that day too then, and either used the day to hang out with Kelley [if he was bunking as well] or Garret would go over to Graces house, risking the chance of getting sick, to spend the day with her and ATTEMPT to take care of her. Of course the word attempt was used lightly, as the boy couldn’t cook really, but he could open a can of soup and zap it in the microwave, and that had to count for something, right? But as he got into the bathroom and pulled out his phone and dialed her number, he realized her name didn’t come up on her phone. Had he deleted her? And that’s when reality hit him. They were no longer together, and he had deleted her out of anger. He had felt stupid, and went back to class with his head hung.
Seeing her on her first day back had been hard. Hell they sat by each other in two classes. He had honestly considered skipping English and History. He didn’t think he sit through a fifty minute class where he sat right next to her. Luckily though, apparently Denise, the girl who sat right in front of him, had caught wind of the breakup and saw this as a golden opportunity to talk to the boy and flirt with him. Was Garret really interested in her? No, not in the least bit, but it was a good distraction for Garret. So they flirted during class until the teacher finally told her to turn around and do the assignment, to save face time for after class. So that’s exactly what they had done, as soon as the class was over, he walked the girl to her next class and they made plans to go out. Garret wasn’t sure why he had done that, he wasn’t over Grace, he was still hurt over Grace. That would be the first night he ever had sex, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
On this certain day, Garret Dublin was in a rather good mood. School had flown by, he spent the History class he spent with Grace flirting with the girl in front of her, Lindsey he thought her name was, but he honestly couldn’t remember. But hey! She invited him to a party later that night, so he promised her he would go. Of course he had band practice, so it would have to wait till that was over, but he didn’t tell her that. The rest of the day went rather quickly, and soon enough Garret was telling Benji to hurry the fuck up so he could drive over to the kids’ house for band practice. Course it wouldn’t have been anything for Garret to just walk in without Benj being there, that was like a second home to the kid. But still, Garret was Benji’s ride. Its not like it mattered what time they got there though, as they had now been sitting in the garage for over an hour, and there was still no sign of Parker, Riley or Kelley. It was pretty much the usual though, one of them was always late. They had a lot of shit to get done today though. They needed to write more songs, get bookings and all that shit. Sighing Garret finished off his first can of Coke while Benji messed around on his guitar. Of course when Garret commented on it, Benji’s response was ”At least I can PLAY the guitar, more than I can say for you.” “Whatever fucker!”
[/color] Garret grinned Laughing, he threw his empty can at Benji right as the door was opening. He expected it to be Parker, or by some miracle Kelley. Though he was pretty positive it wouldn’t be Kelley. Garret knew he had skipped classes all day and was undoubtly smoking something at this very minute. He pulled out his phone to text the fucker when he heard the voice of who walked in. The moment he heard it, his heart sunk. He had done so good about trying to not be near her when he didn’t have to be. Honestly, it fucking hurt. It hurt having to pass her in the hallways and being able to just grab her hand before a teacher came over and lectured on personal displays of affection during school hours, then laughing as she blushed slightly. The boy really liked to make her blush. But seeing her here now… he wasn’t ready to deal with this. Not at all. He twirled his guitar pick with his fingers, trying not to even look at Grace. Yet he couldn’t help but look up right at the moment Benji was giving Grace a hug. Why did this piss him off so much? He had never cared when Grace hugged people before? Why was it pissing him off that she was here hugging Benji. Deep down he knew why, because Benji could still hug her and Garret couldn’t. She had broken up with Garret, wanted nothing to do with him. God he needed a beer. It was too damn bad that Benji’s mom was in the kitchen and would flip if she happened out here and saw any of the guys drinking a beer. He settled for another soda instead. Pushing himself off the dingy old couch, Garret walked over to a cooler where Benji’s mom always kept drinks for the boys. “Benji you fucker. Do you want a coke?”[/color] he asked as he tossed one towards him. He almost turned to ask Grace if she wanted one, but he stopped himself. She hadn’t talked to him at all since she dumped him at the pool party and left him standing there like a fool. Grabbing his own soda, he shut the lid and walked back past her without even giving her a glance. Pulling out his phone as he sat down, he quickly sent a texted to both Parker and Kelley, asking them where the fuck they were, as practice was suppose to start ten minutes ago. Shutting his phone and sticking it back in his pocket, he looked at Benji for a moment before simply saying. “I think this is supposed to be a closed practice. Your girlfriend can’t be here.”[/color] Opening his soda, he took a sip before just staring at the ground; he really couldn’t afford to look at her. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] 1425—GRACE<>Rini—Imagine thte outfit for now. I cbb—It sucks =\ [/size]
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Post by grace elizabeth marie jones on Apr 25, 2010 11:30:12 GMT -5
AND WE WERE JUST KIDS IN LOVEthe-summer-was-full-of-mistakes-we-wouldn't-learn-from She was going to hurt Benji. She was going to go right up to him the next day and smack him for making her come to this practice. She hadn’t remembered that small little fact that it was indeed Garret’s band that she had spent the last few months snapping pictures of, getting a portfolio ready for when it was necessary to start applying to college. Fuck she had two more years and she was already worrying about that. but really, she would risk her portfolio never getting done if it meant not seeing Garret. She hadn’t really talked to him since… well since they had broken up. That was hard though, since they sat smack dab next to each other in both their English and history classes. She had debated asking the teacher to change seats, but that was a no go right off the back; she knew the teacher would never go for it. so she had to spend those two classes sitting next to him, watching him flirt with other girls that sat near them. And really, she was torn between yelling at them to stop talking to him, or telling him that he shouldn’t be talking to them when she was sitting here regretting ever breaking it off. God damn, her pride made that impossible. Maybe she could have transferred schools… oh yeah, that’s not drastic at all. But the thought had crossed her mind a fair few times.
As she walked through the door, her hood up to protect her from that potential rain fall, she hadn’t thought about what she would have done if she had to see him. she hadn’t even remembered he would be there. Saying that she was nervous was an understatement; she was biting her bottom lip, a lot. She was pretty sure it would have started bleeding any minute if Benji hadn’t given her that welcome hug. Nodding absent mindedly at whatever he was saying, she looked up at him, determinedly not looking towards Garret. “I can stay an hour or so? Maybe longer, my mom knows where I am…” she said, trailing off as she walked past Garret, who was shouting something towards Benji, towards her area. She officially dubbed the area with the sturdy boxes her area, as once she climbed up there and sat down, she could get pretty good shots. As she pulled herself up, she was dimly aware of Garret’s statement towards Benji. Well not even dimly aware; she heard it full on. Crossing her legs, she stared down at her camera, scrolling through pictures, trying to keep her voice nonchalant as she spoke. “He has the freedom to invite whoever he wants.” she looked up at Benji, shooting him an apologetic glance that clearly said “I’m sorry I’m here, can I go?” if there was one thing she’d rather not do, was drag Benji into this. She loved the kid like her brother, she’d rather not get him involved in this sort of scenario. They weren’t lovely.
Trying not to glance at Garret as she raised her camera, she aimed it at Benji, saying, “Kelley’s a camera hog, I don’t have enough pictures of the rest of you guys. So smile.” She said simply, hitching a small smile on her face as she snapped the picture. Glancing down at her camera, she shot Garret a dirty look as he said something regarding a band practice, not a photoshoot. “Well since there are some guys here that look better-than-average, I’m taking advantage of it.” She shot him a slightly hostile smile. When it came to her photography, no one, not even Garret, messed around with her. He knew how much it meant to her to get into a good art school for photography; hell, ever since she was eleven it had been her dream to become a freelance photographer. Staring at her camera, starting to delete certain pictures of garret out of pure spite, she glanced up as she heard the familiar back door opening, and she hitched that fake smile on her face again as she saw Parker walking through the door. Waving a hand simply at him, she raised her camera quickly, getting a shot of him before he could complain that his hair was messed up or whatever his reason would be for avoiding a picture at that point. Glancing back down at her camera, she started to hum underneath her breath, at first not realizing what song it was. but quickly enough, her humming died down abruptly as she realized what song it was. it was the first song they had listened to together once they had started dating. They’d actually been at his place just goofing off and they had turned the radio on, and it had been the song playing. They’d both known it, they’d both started singing along and being utterly random with it. feeling her throat close up automatically, she stared down at her camera, rubbing at her eye nonchalantly as though she wasn’t about to cry. God, she wasn’t going to be able to make it through this if she kept putting herself through this.
SAMMIE/GARRET ,, 860 WORDS ,, FUCKTHISSUCKS :\.
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