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Post by sydney bregail worthington on Jun 24, 2009 17:13:50 GMT -6
sydney couldn't believe this crap had been on her mind for so long. she hated feeling like this. like she wanted to tell someone something, but just couldn't. she really hated keeping things from her best friend. her mind whirred, as she sat out on the quad, cross legged, reading a book, and not really paying any attention to it. she was really trying to pull her mind off of these things. she didn't want to think about it. she didn't want to admit it. she didn't want it to be real. how the hell could it? he'd been her best friend since, oh, well, womb, really. it'd been that way since they'd been born. and neither could help it. they just stuck together, and went along with it. like you know not to wear orange and black, unless you wanna look like a tiger...rawr! she rolled her eyes, and flipped the page. this is what she did when she was trying not to think about things. she tried to read, or write... but writing was more her thing. putting her feelings, her thoughts, down on paper, or whatever. that always helped... but putting it down on paper? it was risky. she couldn't just bleed out her heart, knowing that it could possibly fall into the wrong hands. ergh, what if he found out? that'd be insane. she really couldn't take that if it were to happen. syd flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder, as it whipped just a little bit in a very annoying-to-syd way. ughhh, his words, typed out, the screen, the light from the computer, her sitting there on herbed, her laptop on her lap, it all kept coming back... we're just friends , oh, that'd been a hit taken , and then, following up, was dumb blonde like you. that'd been insane, why'd he thought that? is that what he's always thought about her? even when they were little? oh god, here came the flash backs...
a little blonde haired, tanned sydney ran around screaming, in a playhouse...and on the other side 'cooking' was royce, just as tiny as syd. the same age, same neighborhood, same school... ten years, later, she could see them later on, riding around on bicycles, and then, foward again. prom, them going 'alone' but still going together and having tons of fun. and she still hadn't told him. after the huge rite of passage of falling in love and being together at prom with other regular kids, she hadn't told him! why hadn't she? oh yeah, maybe because she didn't want to lose her best friend. she wasn't really ready yet. she couldn't. not after he'd been there through everything.
syd chewed on her pen, and looked around and saw someone she really wasn't ready to see yet. oh dear...what to say now? pull it together syd, pull it together...
five twelve , royce lee bishop , no lyrics , abbi made all this shiz, yo!
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Post by royce lee bishop on Jun 24, 2009 21:42:51 GMT -6
i've gotta feeling tonight's gonna good night, [/font] let's take the town, we'll burn it down.[/color][/font] [/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] sitting in his room royce knew that things, basically the same thing always ran through his mind. it wasn't any different, and it had always been the same. everyone thought or hinted that royce and sydney should go out, and hell they had been best friends since practically womb. he knew that was a metaphor, but they knew each other when there were babies because of their mother's book club. he was older than her by a few months, and well when they were babes they put them in a crib and he would just roll of or do something to make her cry. as they got older royce was always the best friend, and did the things best friends would do. he was just a friend, and had been since they were childs together. he was the one that always licked her lollipop or ice cream when she wasn't looking. they were kids, and to there parents cutes ones at that. it shocked them that they were close and weren't together. her father always had ' the talk' with him whenever he spent the night with them because royce was still a guy that was with his baby.
he knew that her mom was somewhat fond of him but he didn't let that go to his head. well not yet anyway, they still had to be come a couple before royce could ever think about doing anything to her. he didn't want to hurt her, and well not seeing anything but the friendship vibe from her he sort of gave up hope and everything. she was beautiful, and most if not all the guys that met her wanted to get into her pants though there was more to her than beauty. royce knew that more than anything seemed to. he loved her since forever, and well he didn't want to ruin there friendship. he was just the geeky best friend that stayed in the background most of the time more than anything. he didn't want to overstep his boundaries knowing eventually she would find someone that made her happy. prom was something people were suppose to enjoy, and he did and he went with sydney just as friends though the night seemed to perfect. he knew he didn't need to actually be with her, to think he was with her knowing that most of the time they were together, unless in class.
royce was sitting his his long english class knowing that he wasn't a fan of writing but took the class just to make his parents proud. he loved writing, sure but he wasn't going to be the next Shakespeare or anything big like that hoped. though his story he was writing now was something he wasn't to sure about knowing that every story usually had a happy ending, but he wanted to give it a twist and make it not so happy. he scribbled on his notebook before the teacher dismissed the class, and he slowly followed the enormous group of people trying to squeeze through the door. he eventually was out of the class room and figured just to stay on campus for a little while knowing maybe someone interesting would catch his eye.
reaching the courtyard his interest was in his notebook before he glanced up and saw a blond. he didn't want to claim her, but he had been told it seemed as if he already did without realizing it. closing his notebook he slid it into his bag before walking over to the girl, and setting next to her. "so, these tights. aren't something i have to wear are they?" he grinned at her lightly before kissing her on the cheek like his normal self. he had done that ever since he saw it off a movie as kids. "so, miss worthington. what is on the schedule today?"
t a g ,, sydney babe n o t e s ,, cute s t a t u s ,,done s o n g l y r i c ,, i gotta feeling , black eyed pea w o r d c o u n t ,,
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Post by sydney bregail worthington on Jun 25, 2009 20:12:14 GMT -6
sydney leaned in, and allowed him to kiss her on the cheek, as per their usual greeting. her mind was still wondering things. "no, no," she said, smiling, and shaking her head at him. "i doubt they are the look for you..." she laughed, and then looked away, and at the area around her. her mind was still flashing back to that last im... she wanted to scream it at him, so badly. she wanted him to know the truth... but she was afraid of him knowing the truth. she didn't see him not freaking out on her. it just wouldn't happen. it'd be too weird. and she'd lose him all over a stupid little crush, she'd just have to get over. she blamed this whole damn mess on her mother, and his... except, she was pretty sure it wasn't fair to blame her mother. because her mother would've been telling her, giving her advice, if she'd ever lived long enough to see sydney get through these problems with guys. ugh. "not much." she answered, still not meeting his eyes. it was friday night, and he knew she'd probably be going out, because well, daddy owned a lot of clubs, and he'd actually gotten his djs to step aside and let royce do his own thing up there, whenever he wanted. syd was always there to see that things went smoothly, but she wouldn't've even had to have been a worthington... one time she'd distracted a dj enough he'd let him with her saying her name. and then one of the baristas had informed him of her name, and status, and that her dad had owned the club, and he'd freaked out. but still he'd let royce do his own thing, and continued flirting with syd. she rolled her eyes at the memory, and her gaze, still averted, dropped to the ground. she didn't want him to see what she was thinking. and sometimes, when she was thinking really hard, he'd found how to read her eyes. blue, expressive, and crazily talkative, they seemed to ooze her book. her insides, and it drove her insane. her mind turned back into strobelights, and party clothes. tight cocktail dresses, and flats, because, well, sydney was long legged, and tall, so she didn't really even need the heels, and they were a pain in the ass to dance in. sydney pushed some hair behind her ear, that'd been annoying her, for quite some time. she wanted to grab his face, and trace the masculine jaw line. she wanted to feel the weird sensation of stubble. she wanted to let him hold her. she wanted to kiss him, in the rain. oh dear, how many times had she had those weird fantasies when she'd been bored, in class, or simply lost in thought, and falling through all of her strange sydney thoughts of hers. like the ones where she finally told him, and he said he loved her back? yeah, that was truly a fantasy. but she'd had nightmares about that too. she'd had one that she'd sat straight up in her bed, crying over. one where she told him, and he just walked away. and he never talked to her again. oh god...life without royce? that wasn't realistic. she couldn't do it. and that was exactly why she wasn't letting herself tell him. she shouldn't've ever created this problem in the first place. she shouldn't've fallen for him. she should have ignored the whole thing. she really needed to pull it together... instead of acting as if she wasn't interested, she acted as if she was deeply intrigued by the book she was reading. which, if he ever found out that she was reading the same book for about...oh, the twelfth time, he'd totally know something was up. it was romeo and juliet, and in the front was the tragycall tale of romeus and juliet, which was what shakespeare had based his version off of. and she always read both at the same time, well, consecutively, more so. she looked back up, breifly glancing at him, and then averted her gaze again. "why, what's on you're itenerary?" she asked, biting her bottom lip, and not really even sure what to say after the usual hey, hows it going, or what are you upto's. why did things have to be so damn complicated?
eight thirty , royce lee bishop , no lyrics , abbi made all this shiz, yo!
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Post by royce lee bishop on Jun 26, 2009 11:03:10 GMT -6
i've gotta feeling tonight's gonna good night, [/font] let's take the town, we'll burn it down.[/color][/font] [/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] scrunching his nose he stuck his tongue out at her lightly, "i think they are more of the look for you babycakes." during his im conversation with her that was during his class, his attention was more of her than the class. sure he loved writing but when your best friend owns most of the clubs around town he really didn't need to try hard. he knew he didn't like using her dad like that, and was more annoyed whenever they were out and somehow he got bribed into being the dj. while the dj that had been on would go off and try to pick up sydney. it was probably his biggest pet peeve in the world yet he couldn't truly help it knowing that he loved music, and he figured if it was meant to be they would be together right? but his other friends said fate works in mysterious ways. "hmm, that's not fun at all nor does it sound like you." he knew during their im conversation shiloh was brought up so was who sydney liked but she never gave him a straight answer.
every boy's fantasy was some teacher, or someone hot but for royce it had forever been sydney. he knew there friendship meant the world to him but just one kiss won't hurt, nor would anything else could it? he knew that things were running through his mind that he could do to her, but he couldn't because of the friendship line. though his dad was the one that told him just go for it knowing that he was attracted to her, and everything. his parents were both pushing him to wards trying to be bold, but he just ignored them. as per usual for royce. he knew that he would be upset and probably have a break down if him and sydney did go there separate ways knowing that going to college together was just another bonus in his mind . turning his head to the side he wasn't sure exactly what had been up with her lately knowing she had been distracted alot. and now after the conversation he wanted to know if he was right after all. it was more than likely aiden who had her attention, and he was just the best friend. like usual for him.
shrugging his shoulders he looked at her, "i don't know. i was feeling that we could go out, but clearly i have something else i want to do. " he took his bag strap off from around his body and set it onto the ground below them before looking at the girl. he could feel his heart beating out of his chest, and well he wasn't sure he was gonna actually make it through his first kiss with her. let alone anything else with her knowing that he wasn't sure what would happen if she didn't like him back. love wasn't suppose to be this complicated and that was something he was sure of, or at least half sure of to a point. breathing out he looked at her once more before placing his hand on the side of her face and leaning in. he let his lips land on hers, and kissed her gently knowing that he wasn't gonna go all out on the kiss because she could just easily reject him.
t a g ,, sydney babe n o t e s ,, cute s t a t u s ,,done s o n g l y r i c ,, i gotta feeling , black eyed pea w o r d c o u n t ,,
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Post by sydney bregail worthington on Jun 26, 2009 18:41:57 GMT -6
sydney still wasn't paying attention. so he wanted to go out tonight? ahh, well, might as well. there wasn't anything else on the agenda, and they both always had some sort of fun. ugh, but how many nights had she gone out, thinking that , that, would be the night that she told him? too many. "you know what, i don't think-" she started, looking at him, suddenly, and noticing that he'd closed the distance between them. he was looking at her intently, and he was leaning in. she wasn't really sure what he was doing... his hand touched her face softly, and she decided she knew, in the back of her mind what he was about to do. her eye lashes fluttered, and she leaned in halfway, meeting him squarely in the middle. their lips crashed, and her book dropped to her lap, as she tried to pull his face just a little bit closer to hers. she didn't want this to end. she was afraid if it did, he'd wake up, and realize that he had made a mistake. that she was just a friend. nothing more. that was all they'd ever been. finally, after about five long seconds, well, long to her, ones that would definitely be on her mind for the rest of the day, if not week, she let go, and leaned away, and averted her gaze again. oh dear, here came the face flushing...and then, her blushing. a deep crimson, rash like form covered her face, and she hopped down, off of the wall she'd been sitting on, dropping her book off of her lap. she quickly bent to pick it up, and backed away from him. she shouldn't've done that. that might not've even been what his intentions were. "i, uh," she stopped, what? what was there to say? what was there to come of this situation. "i shouldn't've..." she kept backing up, like he was a wild animal, about to attack her. she knew it'd look stupid, and childish. but running, as of yet, had been the only way that syd had found to cope with things when she messed up. but she was glued, to the spot, there. her expression, she was sure of it, much like a deer, caught in the headlights. she didn't know what to do, what to say...or even how to say it, if there were anything to say. "i don't like him," she blurted out, her gaze shifting upward, and catching his. "i tried to tell you," she added, close to tears now, but not wanting to be. "i've tried to tell you for a while." she breathed, and looked down. "i like..." she stopped, her eyes, on the ground, the words didn't seem to want to come out. as if something were damming up her mouth, so she couldn't speak. but if she said it, what would happen? would he still... want to be around? would he stop coming around? talking? texting? keeping in touch? sydney didn't think she could bear to be without him. but it was one word! one word, sydney! her mind screamed at her, just one, and he'll know. not that he shouldn't've been able to already fill it in. instead, she just shook her head, "i shouldn't've..." was all she could manage now. the breeze was picking up, and it was swishing her hair all around, and in her face. breathing in sharply, she said it fast, but it was out, "i'minlovewithyou." oh god... it was out, on the table. and all sydney could hope for was that he'd forgive her, and let the wind carry it away. the truth, was out. he had been her best friend. and now, what'd she done? wonderful...
seven twenty two , royce lee bishop , no lyrics , abbi made all this shiz, yo!
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