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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 10, 2007 10:38:27 GMT 7
Dripping in sweat, Petunia told herself to keep going. The cool morning air blew past her fast as she jogged down the sidewalks on suburbian neighborhoods in Huntley. Her baggy grey shorts whipped against her cold wet legs as she continued to go on. She wouldn;t be able to continue her morning run if it wasn't for her iPod. Hell, she wouldn't have been able to ever begun. She had been running every morning for five years now. She was a bt of a health freak and when she was in highschool she had been on the cross country team even though she refused to talk to anyone else who was apart of the team besides the coach. Everyone else had been a total douche toher and made fun of her because she was different then them. Sucking in the crisp cool air as she paced herself the song Satellite by Guster blasted through her ears. Although it wasn't really a song to run to Petunia had no time to change the song on her iPod which was strapped onto her left biscept on an arm band.
Her pony tail continued to bob up and down as she passed Daisy Drive. She was almost done with her morning run. Just five more blocks and she would be finished. The girl ran five miles a day and really shouldn't. Her parents had been concerned with her wieght when they really shouldn't be. She was extremely healthy and only ate food from Trader Joe's or Henry's. The biggest health food places that were scattered through out the US. Breathing heavily as she forced her aching legs to go n she closed her eyes for a few seconds which was a bad idea.
Her nike's shoelace must've come undone while she was running and well Petunia had never really been all that graceful. Shetripped over her own two feet atleast once a day and this morning was the first time today. Thankfully, it happened once she got back on the sidewalk. She hadn't even realized it until the flesh of her knee hit the concrete and her big blue eyes opened wide. She let out a big sob as she laidthere for a second in excurtiating pain. Her water bottle had flown out of her hands and as she sat up a little, to see the damage she closed her eyes at the sight of blood. It was now gushing down her leg and staining her white socks. She continued to sit there sadly, holding onto her leg as she let tears start to poor out of her eyes. She cried so much so it really wasn't that shocking to see this sight right now. [/color]
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 10, 2007 11:11:51 GMT 7
Conor had been very, very stupid today. His father had called him up about a week ago and asked him to come to his house in the Suburbs. Now, Conor hadn’t talked to his father ever since he was eighteen years old. Just after his mother and father had gotten a divorce he had told him to fuck off and to never show if face to his family again. His Father had done a great job at not showing up or contacting them at all, and Conor was glad about this because he hated his father and his father hated him. Conor hated his father for very good reason. From the age of five on his father had abused him by throwing him across the room or hitting him till his nose broke. Anyway, so about a week ago his father had called him and asked him over. Conor had reluctantly gone because his mother had convinced him to. His father had changed his life completely and had gone to counseling for his abusive tendencies and anger problems. He had gotten a real job and had stopped drinking. Conor had been catching up with his father for the past two days, and everything had been fine. Then today Conor had mentioned the past and his father had flipped, they’d gotten in a big fight and his father had punched him in the face. Then he had apologized and cried to his son about how he’d lost his temper and fucked up. Conor had agreed that his father had fucked up and he’d walked out of his father’s fancy house realizing that people never change, at least not his father.
Conor walked along the sidewalk wiping his bloody cheek were his father’s ring had cut into the apple of his cheek. He also wiped away the tears from his eyes wishing that he hadn’t been crying about his father’s abuse. Conor sniffed lightly and bit onto his lip as he walked down the street. Why had he thought that his father had changed, how could he have? Conor himself hadn’t changed, except that he had become a drug addicted reject. Conor knew that his life was fucked up, but he blamed it on his father for most of it. If his father hadn’t shown him how to drink or showed him how to beat someone up, how to break someone till they were pretty much ruined for life… then maybe Conor would have stayed in school and not fuck up his life.
Conor sighed lightly and stopped everything abruptly as he almost tripped over a tiny little brunette sitting on the sidewalk looking at her bloody knee. Conor looked at the girl pretty much blankly for a couple seconds before he walked around the girl so that he could face her, he tilted his head to try and see her face, “Are you ok?” he asked trying to be polite. He was a nice guy, even though he had a bunch of emotional problems, he was nice to counterpart his meanness that he had inherited from his father. He tried to be nice to everyone, even if he didn’t like them, but honestly. How could you not help a little girl who had just fallen and skinned her knee? Conor hadn’t even seen how beautiful she was yet. He bent down and picked up her water bottle that she had dropped then offered her his hand so that she could take his hand and help her up.
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 10, 2007 11:40:40 GMT 7
NO MUSE :[ Closing her pure blue eyes that stung she groaned. The sound of foots teps approaching her tattered body gave her the chills. Who knew who they belonged to. It could be a young man or woman, hopefully nobody really old. She'd be freaked out if it was. She didn't feel like getting raped today or ever really. She had never even been kissed by somebody she liked and the thought of going all the way with somebody that disgusted you didn't sound like it could be too much fun. Sighing as she heard a young man's voice she chewed on her lower lip, a bad habit of hers that she would most likely never quit doing it when she was nervous.
She wasn't all that keen when talking to boys. Let alone females. Petunia honestly didn't know which she hated more. "Yeah..." she squeeked as she looked at the water bottle he was offering to her. She took it in her hand which was also under going pain. She groaned as she saw they were somewhat cut up as well. "Uhh..." she starred blankly at his large hand that was out infront of her. It mustve been doubled the size of hers. She was a super small girl. Her body looked so fragile and she was seriously five feet tall. Probably even shorter actually since she was always wearing shoes that added an inch to her height. She had always been the runt in her family and it was kind of strange that she was so tiny because her father was literally obese and her momma wasn't all that small herself, mmkay.
Petunia rubbed her pink lips together as she took his hand and was lifted to her feet. As she starred at the ground she saw the spot where she had fallen and her knee had smashed into the hard floor. It left a splash of colorof the grey cement and looked away. She didn't exactly like blood but it wasn't like she was one of those freaks who passed out at the sight of it. "Err - thanks..." she said with a small nod and grabbed a hold of her arm, it covered her flat chest as she looked up at him. Her eyes barely had any make-up on them since she didn't see the point in putting any on if she were gonna end up sweating it off. Sighing as her blue eyes met his dark ones it was obvious she didn't exactly talk to many people only because she didn't at all.
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 10, 2007 12:14:43 GMT 7
_____________________ Conor could tell that this girl didn’t talk much and she didn’t seem to like that he had come along. Oh well he had only been trying to help and he normally didn’t feel bad when he helped people. Conor bit his lower lip as she took the water bottle and squeaked that she was fine. He nodded lightly and then squinted at her slightly as she ‘uhhhed’ at him. He saw that her hands looks a bit banged up too. He didn’t care if she got blood on him and he was pretty sure it wouldn’t sting since his sweater was pulled onto his hands a bit. Maybe if it was palm on palm it would sting but it was more palm on sweat. Conor smiled faintly as he pulled her up and she thanked him then looked into his dark eyes. He met her eyes and his smile faded a bit. He wasn’t sure why, it was probably because she was really gorgeous and it made him nervous. He bit his lower lip and touched his slightly bloody cheek, he felt self-conscious about it I guess. He sighed lightly and nodded to her thank you. “Yea no biggie.” he then furrowed his brow and looked slightly disgusted with himself, did he seriously just say ‘no biggie’? he felt like gagging at his retardation. He was a bit embarrassed.
Conor looked the short girl up and down and saw all the sweat and blood all over her body. He had to admit it was a turn on that she was tiny and sweaty. It really sucked to be a boy, because they got hard at pretty much anything. Luckily Conor wasn’t quite hard, he was just sort of excited. He looked down sort of ashamed with himself. His day was just not going good. Oh today he had gotten in a fight with his dad, punched in the fucking face and then said ‘no biggie’ to a cute girl that had fallen and seemed to just want this loser out of her face. He didn’t blame her at all. He was such a loser. He smiled faintly and looked down at her slightly awkwardly, “Um… yea… so you’re sure your ok?” he asked looking at her with a small smile. He didn’t show off his teeth because he hated his teeth, they were not the whitest or the straightest. He smoked a bunch so his teeth had grown a bit less white over the years, they weren’t disgusting to other people, but he hated them. He also thought that his smile was just retarded.
Conor had big problems with self-esteem, obviously, he also had big problems with talking to people as well, he wasn’t the most open of people and he got nervous talking to people. He never had friends when he was younger. Well he did but when he entered junior high they all got cool and picked on poor strange looking Conor Moore. He hated his past and he hated his junior high and high school years of school. College just wasn’t for him, because he knew how to play guitar and he had already written over twenty songs from when he was fifteen to now. He didn’t need college and he hated all the classes that you HAD to take. He didn’t get to take any classes that he wanted to and he failed a lot of his other classes, so he didn’t see any point to it and dropped out last year. Conor hated school all together, but he also hated his life now, because it was boring and lonely.
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 10, 2007 12:47:25 GMT 7
The boy standing infront of her was quite beautiful himself. Even though his hair looked a little greasy and he was a bit banged up Petunia couldn't remember the last timeshe had been in the presents of somebody as handsome as him. She swallowed hard as she looked down at her feet once more. He had a nice body as well. She could even make this out with her deep blue eyes looking downward. Why did he have to be the one to come along and be so kind to her. She didn't understand. Nibbling on her lower lip she pushed her dark dyed hair out of her face and the pale skin on her forehead was visible for a few moments. She forced herself to look back at him not even noticing the problems he was having with his boy parts. If Petunia had known what was going on she'd probably be a little wierded out. You see, the girl hadn't really had the best of sexual education when in sixth grade. She had been home-schooled that year and well her mother didn't find it nessicary to teach her about all that junk.
So when Petunia had first gotten her period it wasn't pleasant at all. Since she was born premmature and she'd always been under developed she hadn't been introduced to that bloody mess until tenth grade. This was when she was finally told about the reproductive organs. First she had to go through the hell of her paranoid mind. The day her vaginia had started bleeding she had thought something was really wrong with her. She started crying and didn't tell her mother about it until a week after it had passed. She wasn't allowed to wear tampons either because her family was just fucking weird. Her mother was a bit old fashioned and claimed she didn't want her daughter to be getting the idea something going inside of her was okay. Petunia was literally ashamed of everything somewhat sexual she had ever seen/done. She hadn't done too much really besides kissing and those didn't even involve tongue. But she had watched rated R movies and well almost any movie that has that rating involves a sex scene and whenever those came around the young girl would close her eyes. Her life was pathetic and she was one sheltered child.
Poor little Petunia had been the same way. When she was in grade school she had been put up a year when in kindergarden so she had always been the youngest of all of her class mates. They all had taunted her and she had never ever spent the night at another house but her own. Like I mentioned before her life was pitiful but she couldn't do anything to change it now. "Yes, I just need a - a..." she couldn't really think clearly. She put her hand on her head and groaned when the word didn't come to her. "A bandaid!" she said with a fiant smile as she nodded her head, kind of proud that she had gotten what she was saying. "You wouldn't happen to have one one you, sir?" she kind of frowned knowing that he most likely wouldn't. Petunia really should carry a first aide kit with her everywhere she went since she was a HUGE klutz and ended up hurting herself every single day. 365 days a year to be exact.
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 10, 2007 13:36:16 GMT 7
________________ Conor felt so strange just standing in front of this pretty girl and just sort of looking at each other. Only they had both taken turns to looking down at the floor. He watched her as she looked at the floor and he stuffed his hands in his pockets and pulled his jeans out a bit more, because he didn’t want to get hard and have her staring straight at it. He wasn’t hard though, he was just afraid that he would get that way soon. She was gorgeous and sweaty, how could a guy not get hard. But he did feel dirty about thinking that way and he hated having a hard on when he just looked at a girl or when a girl touched him in a non-sexual way. It was tough to be a guy. Sex affected them so much differently then for girls. Girls got excited too, but not like guys, it never really showed, and it seemed to happen less to them. Conor hated having to take care of his problems when he got hard. He felt disgusting while he took care of his hard little guy. He hated it more when he was thinking about someone unparticular.
Conor bit his lower lip as they stood they’re in silence for a couple seconds and looked around the neighbor hood that he would most likely never come back to. Because of his evil father. He really hated today. Except that this girl was really pretty, he was just really embarrassed how stupid he looked and felt and he often felt stupid and thought he looked stupid too. He pretty much thought he was the ugliest guy ever; he was slightly… no very demented. How could he think that he wasn’t attractive, he was fucking Conor Oberst Moore. He was SEXY.
Conor looked at the girl and shook his head lightly, “No, I’m sorry… I might have some back at my apartment…” he stopped and bit his lower lip, “Oh… not that I’m… I wasn’t…” he stopped and sighed lightly. He bit his lower lip and looked at the floor raising his eyebrows at his stupidity. He bit his lip and sighed lightly. He looked at her and smiled embarrassedly, “Sorry… I have shit mouth sometimes.” He said with a shrug. He called it ‘shit mouth’ when he said something stupid. He had shit mouth often. He stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets now out of embarrassment then anything else. He; however, pulled one hand out and pushed some of his greasy black hair to the side and looked at her with slightly wide eyes. He bit his lower lip and smile faintly. He had a slightly goofy smile, even when he was just smiling small. It was cute even though it was slightly goofy. Conor felt totally embarrassed and sort of wished he could disappear, he hoped that she didn’t think he was stupid, but that was because he didn’t like when anyone thought he was stupid. Conor felt his cut on his cheek as his hand ran down to the rap of his neck, “I’m Conor.” He said sounding slightly embarrassed, more like sounding totally defeated.
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 11, 2007 8:33:40 GMT 7
Petunia didn't really understand why he had thought he was being so offensive. His offer had seemed nice to her. "Huh?" she asked, seriously not understanding why he thought his mouth was shitty. "I'd like to get one there then, if that's not too much trouble. I mean, if it's close by..." she mentioned with a small smile. She was so sweet and innocent it was kind of weird how she was absolutely clueless when it came to things like sex. She bit down on bottom lip, still not understanding why he had been weirded out when mentioning his place. Was it because he was ashamed of his apartment and the record was now off. Frowning slightly as she looked at him she looked like was lost. Hopefully he could help her.
The cold morning air was starting to sting her open wound and she knawed on her lower lip, supressing a whine that managed to slip past her mouth anyways. It hurt like hell and she probably wouldn't be able to make it back to her own place. How pathetic was she? Frowning as she moved her dark wavey hair out of her face she looked back at the pretty boy. Hopfully he really would help her and wasn't just gonna abandon her now. She felt bad forcing him to be part of her problems but it wasn't really anybody's fault. He had just got tangled up with her and atleast he had been agoodandnoble citizen stopping and checking she was alright. Her sore leg felt like it'd give in as she stood there as still as can be but then she began to sway. She hugged her skinny body, getting the chills since it was rather cold in the East Coast, especially at this hour. Plus, the girl was wearing a short sleeve shirt and short shorts that exposed how pale her short white legs were.
Speaking of her shorts they were bothering her quite a bit at the moment. The legnth of them had always made her feel a bit odd. She always wore pants for the most part and the onky reason she didn't wear sweat pants to exercise in was because she couldn't never find any that were the right size on her legs. They were always too long for them and the ones that were just the ight size for her weren't as loose and free as the shorts were. Occasionally Petunia would run in sweats but this was rare and if she did she ended up ruining the pair of pants that day because they'd get ripped when she fell over. Sighing as she scratched her arm she looked at Conor a bit awkwardly. She smiled faintly as he told her his name. It was a nice name and she liked it for him. A nice name for a nice young man. Smiling at him she decided to introduce herself as well. "My name's Petunia...it's nice to meet you."
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 11, 2007 11:35:19 GMT 7
_______________ Conor was easily embarrassed and he was pretty lucky that this girl didn’t really realize what he was thinking when he invited her to his apartment. Some people thought he was so sleazy when he invited them back to his place, but honestly he didn’t really think ALL about sex. Though when he looked at this girl it was pretty much one of the only things on his mind. He looked at her with a bit of his lip, “Um, no not at all, well it’s a couple miles… but not too far…” he said with a small shrug, it wasn’t that far from here, but he sort of wondered if he should just go to his dads to get her cleaned up. She looked a bit like she was gonna faint, but he didn’t want to deal with his dad at all, so he agreed with himself that they’d just go to his apartment. His car was parked nearby though so he’d take her to that. He had parked it down the road a bit because he wanted time to think as he walked to his dad’s and he wasn’t really in a hurry to get to his dads in the first place anyway. “My cars down a street a bit… I might actually have a band aid in there.” He said thinking he most likely did have a band aid in his glove department.
Conor looked down at the girl, she looked totally uncomfortable, and he could tell why, he was like making uncomfortable wafting off of him. He felt bad, but he didn’t really know how to fix the situation. He stuffed his hands back into his pockets after he touched his cut some more, he felt like it was bleeding all over the place. It was bleeding pretty bad, but not like dripping down his face, so he decided it was best to just leave it alone. He bit his lower lip and nodded to her name with a small smile, “That’s a cute name…Petunia.” He said giving it a test drive on the tip of his tongue. He smiled faintly, “Nice to meet you too.” He said nodding again then adding, “Come on… that cut looks bad let’s get it cleaned up.” He held out his hand for her to take if she wanted, she looked like she’d be limping for something, it did look nasty and he remembered falling as a child and getting a nasty cut that hurt to even walk on. Just like when you break a bone or something, it freaking sucks to break something.
He was slightly weirded out that he was all talking and such. Normally he didn’t talk to people too much. He was normally afraid of people. He’s gotten fucked over by a lot of people and he didn’t really trust people too much and he was scared of people… to be perfectly honest.
sorry it sort of sucks.
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 11, 2007 12:53:34 GMT 7
As the boy explained to her that his place was so far off she frowned. "Oh..." she cooed. She looked down at the sidewalk once more and sighed. Petunia had no idea what she would do know. As she tried to think of a few solutions she heard him mention a car and her ears perked up. Ahh - that was good! Nowshe wouldn'thave to go knock on one of the surbian homes doors and ask if she could use their first aide kit because she had had a tiny accident. Petunia weakly smiled, not daring to show her teeth the least bit. Even though they were perfectly straight now-a-days they hadn't always been like that. Petunia really owned to prettiest smile in all of the United States but she NEVER showed it off. It had taken years and years of dentistry to get it perfected. At one point in her life she had had to wear head gear. That summer she hadn't been outside once and she had been thankful she had been home schooled that year as well. Petunia had had everything done to her teeth prettymuch and had grown to like the dentist because she attended the office so often. Her dentist had grown quite the liking for her as well and tried to kiss her before. Petunia of course had let him because hse eally had no clue as to what was happening. God, it'd be so easy for her to get raped. She was so tiny and innocent she wouldn't even know what was happening probably. The pain however would probably be something she wouldn't be able to endure. She was fragile and everybody always talks about how their first time hurt so badly and how some of them even started bleeding. Petunia hadn't talked to anybody herself about the subject but she had seen a few talk shows on the day time television when she had been homeschooled. "Let's go then." she said in the most cheerful voice she could for this whole damn situation.
Shelet out a small laugh as he mentioned that her name was cute. "I like yours better." God, was it weird how she didn't even realize she was flirting. It was hard for her to realize anything really. She just thought this was normal. This was how many of her classmates at the college spoke to her after shegot pretty but still no boys ever wanted to talk to her really unless they were prevs and she couldn't exactly scope those out. She got closer to him as he lended her his hand and smiled as she took it. She found this completely normal and he kind of reminded her of her Daddy. He was a nice man and so was he. He was just a much more attractive version of her father and much younger and well Petunia herself was semi attracted to him bt it was just a school girl crush and that was all she ever had. As she leaned up against his scrawny body she sighed kind of tiredly and just wanted to be carried to his car now. "Thank you, Conor."
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 11, 2007 13:54:42 GMT 7
_______________ Conor watched as the girl got this completely disappointed look on her face and then he watched her perk up a bit as he mentioned his car. He was sort of glad he had remembered if because he actually couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about it. He probably would have remembered it on his way toward it. He smiled faintly back at her as she smiled lightly at him. He didn’t show his teeth either; he hated showing his teeth because he thought they were disgusting. His teeth weren’t completely straight and they weren’t completely white either. He hated his teeth and he thought that his gums looked too pink or something. He just didn’t like to smile and show off his teeth, it grossed him out just thinking about it. It hadn’t hurt Conor the first time he’d had sex, but how could it, he wasn’t the one getting something shoved inside of his cunt or anything. He was the one doing the shoving. However he had gotten hurt after it, because if turned out that the girl he liked and slept with had just used him to get back at her boyfriend. He had cried after that. How could he not? He had had a crush on her and she had just used him to get back at her stupid boyfriend. His heart had been broken. Poor little fourteen-year-old bastard.
Conor looked at her as she said in a cheery voice ‘let’s go’ and grabbed onto the hand that he had offered, her hands were so soft that he felt like he was holding a little silk pillow or something. He felt bad that she had to hold his rough skinned hand that had disgusting nails. He really didn’t want her or anyone to see them because they were disgusting and he really needed to stop chewing on them. It had become a horrible habit over the years, his fingers were not only chewed up, but they had black and blue ink all over his fingers and under his finger nails from when he’d been writing and ink had just spilled from his pen and gotten all over his hands. Once he had been in school and he was chewing on his pen and pop went the lid and ink all over his face and teeth, it had been embarrassing, and luckily it had only been a week before he dropped the class and every other class for that matter. Conor laughed lightly as she said that she liked his better, “Oh, well thanks…” he said with a small nod. He then smiled as she thanked him for helping her out, “No big deal, I’m not a hero, just a citizen doing my job.” He joked dryly as they began to walk to his car, that he could see just a couple houses away from them. It was a beat up old gray Toyota with the paint chipping and the passenger side rearview mirror hanging from a wire. He hated his car, he wanted to get it fixed up so that it looked nice and then he’d probably love it, cause the inside was actually really nice, because the guy he had bought it off of had fixed up the inside and then ran out of money before he could fix up the outside. So Conor had a car with a sweet inside, but a really crappy outside, I guess it was a good way to trick people not to steal his car, because it looked like shit, but was really pretty awesome. “So I take it you don’t live around here?” he asked trying to make small talk as they walked up to his car. He pulled his keys out of his hand with the hand that wasn’t holding hers and got ready to open the passenger side door.
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 12, 2007 7:24:47 GMT 7
Petunia was a nice girl. She always tried to give sweet looks to people that she had never met before because she guessed that she always had a rude look on her face. Her mother had mentioned this look to her more then once. It was one that said I'm better then you and we all know it. Of course, Petunia really didn't feel this way but apparently she gave off that vibe. She didn't know if this was true or if her mother was just fucking with her. It was common for the people in her household to do something like that but she wouldn't be suprised if they were yanking her chain.
"I wish I had my car with me so I didn't have to bother you." she said as they started in the direction of his car. She could see his dark brown eyes starring at the vehicle in the distance and once they approached it she could tell it was his. God, It looked like shit. She looked down at her feet and then back at the car. She prayed that it didn't smell and if it did she would probably get that cocky look of arrogance on her face once again and Petunia didn't want him to think she was a bitch but she couldn't help but assume that the young man was a bit poor. He had to be single and he had an apartment. He wasn't dressed in a suit, nor was he decked out in clothes that looked like they belonged on a hobo but he did look like he hadn't showered in forever and she didn't know why he was in this neighborhood. For all she knew he was here to jack a new car. After all he had walked quite a great ways away from it and he could ust be abandoning this hunk of junk then and there and taking a new one. Petunia looked at their hands and sighed softly, why did she have to judge people? Maybe because people had judged herself her entire life. It really sucked to get rumors spread about you and well just to be little Petunia. As the boy asked her a question she sighed softly as she looked at Conor once more and stumbled a little as they finally reached his car. Her deep blue eyes widened as she almost skinned her other knee and she looked up at him somewhat helplessy as she grabbed onto his stripped long-sleeved t-shirt. Clinging onto it as if she were about to fall out of an airplane with out a parachute or anything. She let out a small whimper as her eyes shut for a brief moment and she managed to sraighten herself out once more as she looked up at him innocently.
"Err...sorry." the small girl whined. She sounded embarassed and looked hella frightened as she pushed her long brown bangs out of her face. "I - sorry I'm just a klutz." she frowned as she smoothed out his shirt looked at him with a very weak smile, hoping she could make up for stretching out his shirt somehow. Petunia really would just like to be sitting in his car and strapped down but knowing her luck she'd probably drop something while in his car and he'd lean down to get it and Petunia would be a cause of a car accident. God, she sucked.
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 13, 2007 8:16:19 GMT 7
______________ Conor looked at the girl as they walked to his hunk of junk. He smiled faintly and shrugged as she said that she wished she had her car so that she didn’t have to bother him or whatever, “No bother… you actually calmed me down… I don’t think it’s good to drive when your angry… soo…” He stopped talking because he wasn’t making any sense to himself, so how could it possibly make sense to her. He looked at her and smiled very faintly, “no big deal.” He said this with a nod and a squeeze of her hand, though he hadn’t noticed that he’d squeezed her hand. It was sort of a habit. He squeezed people’s hands when he held them. Not hard or anything, just a light little squeeze to remind them that he’s there or something. He wasn’t really sure why he did it. Conor wouldn’t be surprised that this girl thought that he was single and poor. Because he pretty much was and his car pretty much told the whole story of that. His car looked like shit, but thankfully it didn’t smell, except maybe a bit like cigarettes and pot, but it didn’t smell gross and like I said before it was actually very nice on the inside. He was just too poor to fix up the outside of it. He judged people too and he hated when he did that. He was actually pretty shocked to find out that this girl didn’t live in this neighborhood. She was very pretty, but she looked a bit like a rich girl, with her I-pod and running shoes. He kind of thought that she might be one of those rich snobs, but now that she didn’t look too disgusted to see him, she was actually very nice, though he still thought she was a richie.
Conor felt the girl suddenly trip as they were coming up to the passenger side of his car. He grabbed a hold of her as she grabbed onto his shirt. His hands ended up on the arm of the hand that he had been holding, his keys had fallen out of his hand as he had tried to catch her. He looked down at her with slightly wide eyes as she looked up at him and said she was sorry and started to straighten out his shirt, he smiled faintly, “no big deal… believe me I’ve had my share of klutzy moments.” He said with a nod. He bent down, picked up his keys and smile a goofy smile at the girl as he stood up straight again. He hadn’t meant to give her a goofy smile it had just sort of happened; he guessed it was because she was too cute not to smile. He quickly covered his tobacco-stained teeth and turned into his truck. His keys hitting the window along with palm, “Wow… did know it was that close.” He said with a small laugh. He unlocked the door, even though he wasn’t sure why he bothered locking it, no one would bother stealing it. He opened the door claimed in and looked out at the girl, “Come on…” he then scooted in more so that he was in the drivers seat. His head was between his legs digging under his seat to look for the first aid kit that he was almost positive that he had in here. The interior of his car was very nice, the seats were a black fabric; he had made sure that it wasn’t leather or anything made from animal since he hated animal cruelty and all that jazz. He had a built in I-pod dock—that had a brand new I-pod in it. His father had gotten the best kind for him because he wanted to buy his love back. Conor only kept it cause it was really cool. His car had other things like a CD player, a tape player, and a nice new looking dashboard; the inside so didn’t fit the outside, at all. Conor looked at the passenger side to make sure that the girl was getting in, his hand—which was still under the seat—found the first aid kit and pulled it out. He sat up straight and put the little kit on his lap and opened it up to look at all the things in it. He smile as he found a band-aid and a little cleansing cloth. “Will this work?” he asked holding up the two things that he had found.
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