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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 4, 2008 20:25:44 GMT -5
Gwynne hopped out off of the taxi, paid the driver and watched the car wheel out of sight. She bit the inside of her cheek before turning and strolling towards the school grounds. She did not like the open space of the parking lot, with so many cars lining the lots. Inwardly, Gwynne sighed. There were barely any trees, and the ones thriving were small and pre-planted. The space had lost all it's natural essence, leaving it barren except for the layer of vehicles. Realizing she had stopped to think, Gwynne walked forward again, eyes flitting from one car to the next, half-expecting someone to jump out at her. She paused at an old styled car with the sort of lock that popped out when it was unlocked. She slipped her fingers under the handle of the driver seat door and opened it wide, faintly scratching against the truck beside it. She winced but slid into the seat, pulling out a stickie notepad and grabbing a pen from the glove compartment of the vehicle. She wrote down in curling scripture: You really should learn to lock your car door. She stuck the note right over the rear view mirror before climbing out of the car. She slammed the door shut and turned to the truck which she scratched. She examined it before writing down on another note: Maybe you should consider a new paint job. Gwynne grinned, the fire alight in her eyes from the joy of anonymous messages. She shook her head and slapped that note onto the truck's side mirror. Shortly after making sure it stuck, she walked away, turning her head to the school building to check if anyone saw. Seeing no one that was looking her way, she continued towards the lush green grass she could just make out over the hoods of the cars.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 4, 2008 20:50:18 GMT -5
Nathan was sitting on the pavement, his back against the wall of the school. He was loosely hugging his legs to his chest. He had often come here just to think, most of the obnoxious people who he didn't much care for never hung around there, unless they were parking their cars. But it didn't make a difference how many people were gathered around in the parking lot, the majority of them didn't notice him there, or they were just ignoring him. Etheir way was fine with him.
Nathan glanced around the parking lot, watching the small groups of people talk and laugh. He leaned his head against the rough brick wall letting out a quiet sigh his bright green eyes dull for once. For once he felt lonely. Was he jealous of the groups of people? He wasn't really sure, but there was one thing he was sure of. The impossible was slowly happening, Nathan was tired of having no friends. Why was he throwing away his life just to be lonely forever? That didn't seem very smart, if that was the case he'd might as well kill himself now. His eyes closed at that thought.
That thought had crossed his mind many times. Many times he had almost given up with his life, and a few times he had tried and the truth was, by the way he was treating himself currently, he was killing himself. Quickly he pushed those thoughts aside, he wasn't in the mood to question how he was living now. He reopened his eyes and looked around.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 4, 2008 20:59:35 GMT -5
Gwynne reached the stretch of grass bordering the lot and flopped down onto it, ignoring the feeling that the grass was more oil than freshness. She sighed and spread her limbs out, absently twitching a foot at a person who said hello to her. She did not feel like she quite wanted to be bothered, yet she wished her two best friends, Mai and Amaya, were there with her. Hurriedly she chomped down on her lip, her eyes hot as tears threatened to spill over. Whenever she thought about how far away they had gone to different schools, she felt like she was falling away from realism and life.
Without a second thought she wiped her eyes and closed them, face tilted towards the sky as the sun beat down on her skin. She savored the warmth which lulled and caressed her, gently sending her into a moment within herself. In her daydream, Gwynne summoned pictures of her friends and began to replay a memory of them playing together when they were younger. Eventually the scene developed into the little comedy their life was back then. A smile touched her lips and eventually she even let a laugh escape her.
These moments she treasured above all else. The time she could get from just laying there, thinking, without interruption. After a moment she sat up, bringing her legs in towards her and shuffling back towards the shade of a maple tree. She leaned against the trunk and crossed her legs, happy for the coolness after the sun.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 4, 2008 21:30:25 GMT -5
Eventually Nathan stood up. He was bored and tired of sitting on the cold pavement. Nathan shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweater and walked slowly toward the end of the parking lot. His gaze was fixed on the ground ahead of his, his black hair hanging like a curtain covering the sight of his eyes from passing students. His thoughts were still racing, and it was beginning to irritate him. He watched the painted yellow lines of the cement pass as he walked over them. He was beginning to wonder if there were any handicapped parking spaces, he didn't seem to see any. Were there even any handicapped students at the school? He mentally shrugged as he finally reached the end of the parking lot.
His gaze has risen by then and he looked around. He saw Gwynne, the girl he had met no more than a few days ago at Pop's Soda shop sitting on the grass near the sidewalk. He smiled, although he hardly knew her, he was the person he knew best out of all the students in the school. He was glad to see her, someone to talk to. Slowly he approached her sat down beside her, but a few feet away.
"Hey." he said, greeting her.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 4, 2008 21:39:34 GMT -5
Gwynne's eyes lost their glazed, thoughtful look and she turned to smile brightly at Nathan. The last fragments of her latest daydream trickling away like sand through fingers. Thought she was slightly surprised to see Nathan randomly there, she was happy they could talk again. Their last conversation, as she recalled, as quite interesting.
"Hulloo," she said, drawing out the 'o' a bit for effect of personality. "I haven't seen you for awhile. How's life been?"
Briefly Gwynne wondered if he remembered her escape from Pop's Soda shop, and pondered her excuses. She didn't want to reveal her secret, but what if it made her look like she didn't trust him, or thought him not good enough to tell? No, she'd have to come up with something clever that wouldn't arouse suspicions. She definitely didn't want to insult him.
She sharply bit the inside of her lip inconspicuously. I'm thinking like a trapped assassin! she scolded herself sharply, letting none of her thoughts cross her face in moody expressions. Her smile never wavered in the brief moment it took for her to think of all that.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 4, 2008 22:58:50 GMT -5
Nathan was glad that she was happy to see him. He didn't want to disturb her thoughts, although her saw that he did, but at least she didn't seem upset about it. He found this girl very interesting and he was happy to talk to her again. Nathan crossed his legs staring at the grass in front of him.
Nathan shrugged at her question "Life's been..alright I guess. It's usual self." He turned to look at her, "And yourself?" he raised his eyebrows. His answer was a bit sugar-coated, but he didn't want to appear miserable or pessimistic. Nathan folded his hands on his lap and waited for her answer.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 5, 2008 11:42:15 GMT -5
Gwynne nodded. "I've been better."
She jerked her thumb back to point at the two notes she stickied. A mischevious smile played about her lips. "Someone forgot to lock their car door," she began, making it seem like she had stolen from it or something. "But," she held her index finger up. "I didn't take anything. Just left a little.. note for them to think over."
She leaned back against the tree, not putting her hair directly against it in case of sap and bugs.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 5, 2008 17:35:46 GMT -5
Nathan looked to where her thumb was pointing but was only able to see the note that was stuck on the side mirror. He could only see what looked like a scribble on it, but he knew it was writing. Nathan grinned. He wouldn't be surprised if Gwynne had stolen something, but he was glad to hear that she hadn't. He turned back to her.
"Well, you seem to really like sticky notes," he said smiling. To most people Gwynne probably seemed quite annoying, but Nathan didn't see her that way. After all, he knew why she did things to amuse people, she had told him at Pop's Soda shop not long ago. And Nathan didn't find her annoying, of course he didn't seem to get annoyed as easy as most people.
Thinking about what she had told him at Pop's reminded him of the text message Gwynne had gotten that made her leave so quickly. Nathan was surprised that had slipped his mind. He was curious about it, but she seemed quite secretive about it, he wasn't sure if he should ask or not. He decided that if she didn't want to tell him then she didn't have to, he would still ask. Nathan looked at her
"So, the last time I saw you you left in..quite a hurry. What was that about?" He asked, trying not to sound too nosy, and waited for her answer.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 5, 2008 18:26:13 GMT -5
Gwynne raised her eyebrows at his question. She knew it was coming, yet still she hoped he would lay off of it. If any other person asked her that question, except for a select few, she'd probably bite their heads off. She straightened her back and looked at Nathan, trying to keep her expression serene.
"Just missed an appointment, that's all," she said, forcing a smile. No matter how hard she tried, the smile just didn't feel natural. Biting her lip, Gwynne hoped Nathan was the gullible type and fall for it.
She couldn't tell anyone. Never ever. If anyone were to find out..
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 5, 2008 18:51:16 GMT -5
An appointment. Nathan didn't think that seemed right, at the soda shop she seemed to leave so quickly to try to avoid questions. Missing an appointment usually wouldn't cause someone to do that, of course Nathan hardly knew Gwynne. She might be different. Whether she was lying or telling the truth Nathan decided not to pester her with questions, it seemed like a touchy subject.
"I see.." He said with a nod, trying to sound like he completely believed her. Nathan leaned back onto his hands feeling the dry grass underneath his palms. He tried to think of a subject change, but failed miserably. His deep green gaze was turned downward and he kept silent. He decided to rely on Gwynne to continue the conversation, he was never good at that.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 5, 2008 21:02:40 GMT -5
Gwynne barely managed to stifle her sigh of relief that he did not pursue the subject. She shook her head absently to clear her thoughts. It was her secret. Her secret and only he, she and him were aloud to know. She swallowed and fiddled with her hands.
When she saw that Nathan wasn't going to say anything, she decided to choose for herself. "So, how's your love life?" she asked. "Crush? Girlfriend? Wife? ...Husband?"
Gwynne grinned as she said the last two. She barely held back a jibe about the waitress.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 5, 2008 21:34:42 GMT -5
Nathan raised his eyebrows at her question. Him? A love life? That's seemed pretty much impossible. Nathan had never even thought about that before. He had always figured he would stay single for eternity, and he had never considered otherwise.
"None of the above." He said straighting up into a normal sitting position. Her question had opened up a whole new window for him. He was considering having friends, why not a girlfriend? He thought about that for a moment. No one really stood out to him that he would be able to like as more than a friend. Nathan turned back to Gwynne
"And what about you?" He asked, not to continue the conversation, but because he was curious.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 5, 2008 21:45:47 GMT -5
Gwynne stuck out her bottom lip in a thoughtful expression. Did she have a boyfriend? No. Has she ever? ...No. Sadly, Gwynne realized she didn't have much of a love life. Everything was based around her friends and who she'd prank next. Never having personally thought about it before, she had always thought she could decide upon it later. She shook her head as she thought it over.
"No, I've never had a boyfriend," she finally replied. Even if she had helped with her friends' problems, Gwynne felt she was losing herself. Her life was a good one, she thought. Why mess it up?
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 5, 2008 22:45:49 GMT -5
Nathan blinked. That took him off guard. Gwynne didn't seem like the type to avoid relationships, but perhaps that wasn't the case.
"Never? That's surprising." He said, then again, he wasn't one to talk. He had no more of a love life than Gwynne did, and probably less than one at that. He figured Gwynne had probably had crushes before, even just as a child, but Nathan had never had one. He was brought up in a family which lacked loving parents, even if they tried to act like it. Unpleasant memories drifted to Nathan's mind but he fought against them. The past was over, he was trying to forget it.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 6, 2008 16:11:36 GMT -5
Gwynne raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Is it?"
She shook her head, remembering the days when her best friends got their first boyfriends. It wasn't the end of the world then, and she was sure it wasn't now. Even though alot of the social networks in high schools depend on relationships like that, she didn't care. If they wanted to lose their virginity fifteen years early, so be it. It was their choice and Gwynne would only get involved if they asked for her advice or opinion.
"I've never really been the type to try and get mixed up like that," she added. Gwynne didn't want it to sound like an excuse, but she couldn't fix that now. She tilted her head to the side slightly.
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