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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 13, 2007 9:32:12 GMT 7
It was true, Petunia was born into a family with quite a bt of money. Yet she still had to share a room with her grandmother until the old woman had passed. That was when her family moved out of their tiny home and into a big new house. Apparently her father's mother was a rich woman who had saved all the money she had ever made pretty much and gave it to her father once the lung cancer decided to take her life. Things changed then for Petunia but not at school. It actually seemed like things had gotten worst once they moved. She was heart broken that her grandmother was no longer with them and well since her family finally had money that meant the headgear for her teeth. Her childhood had literally been hell while wearing that shit and she was thankful that Conor hadn't met her back then or he might find her disgusting. It was nice that he didn't now though and she was happy that she might be making a friend, even though she had to get hurt in order to do so.
Petunia was pretty positive that this guys had now said 'no big deal' three times, as of now. She lightly laughed to herself and smiled at him. He probably thought she was weird for randomly laughing but this wasn't strange for people to think that she was odd. Plus he was the one that was dropping the no biggie's like there was no tomorrow. Petunia didn't knowwhy but she loved to count things. She had gotten this obsession when she had become homeschooled. She had counted all the rooms in her house and then she startedto count the number of beds, then the cabinets through out the house and well by the time she had moved out this year, she had counted every little thing. She did a daily refriderator count, where she would count all the items in the fridge and it was amazing how the numbers dropped and increased everyday.
As Conor opened his car door she hadn't even really realized it. She had gotten lost in the cool wind that was blowing through her dark brown hair and as she hugged her skinny body she faintly smiled at the boy and got in. She had to bend her knee to do so which caused her to whine a little and the blood seemed to seep out even more. Once she was seated she positioned her short leg out infornt of herself. She rest her calf against the dashboard and closed the car door since the passenger door was sticking out toward the road. She then looked at what he had to fix her up and sighed, sort of relieved like because he was smart enough to keep one in here. "Most likely." she said with a small nod. Was he going to do it for her? Or was he gonna make her do it and then kick her out of his car? She bit down on her bottom lip not sure if she should take the items from him or not. He most likely didn't want to touch her again so she slowly reahced her hand out, so he could see that she didn't mind tidying herself up. [/color]
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 13, 2007 10:15:32 GMT 7
_________________ Conor had had his dork days too; he still thought he looked like a dork, but when he was n junior high he had these thick-framed glasses that were not yet in style and he looked like a total nerd. People teased him all the time and he didn’t have any friends. He had hated school, everything about it made him feel sick to his stomach, waking up at like six in the morning so he could go to a place were he was picked on and were he had no one to talk to… not like home was much better, he got picked on worse there, by his asshole father. Conor’s father was worse then the school bully, which was pretty much horrible to Conor. But by high school people just started leaving Conor alone, not because they thought he was normal, but because they were too busy hooking up with each other. Conor didn’t end up having a girlfriend till about two years ago, and that had ended quickly. He normally just slept with people; he didn’t often date them, which was sad.
Yes Conor was weird and he had noticed that he had said ‘no biggie’ or ‘no big deal’ at least three times. He had no other word to explain that it didn’t bother him, because his mind was sort of blank. Normally he was pretty good with words, at least when he was writing them, but speaking them caused him to sometimes look like an idiot, and believe me, he felt like a big fat retarded idiot right at this very moment. He normally felt like a fat retarded idiot, he hardly ever felt confident with himself. It was slightly strange, but when he started singing he went into this world that made him feel like he was something or someone else and he was only confident then, even if he was on stage, or in a small room. As long as he closed his eyes and focused on the song, he was in his own world and it was something amazing, that’s why he wanted to make music.
Conor looked at the girl as she got into the car and whined slightly. He looked at her with a small cringe. He bit his lower lip as he held up the band-aid and cleansing cloth. He felt bad because she had fallen and because she was going to have to clean her knee with this horribly stingy stuff. He nodded lightly as she said that it should do fine. Just a moment before she reached out her hand he said, “Do you want me to… or do you want to do it yourself….” He then saw her hand and nodded lightly, “That cleansing cloth is going to sting… just to warn you if you didn’t already know.” How could she not know this, she had informed him that she was klutzy so she must use this stuff all the time. He leaned back in his seat a bit and looked at the open kit. He dug around in it a bit and saw a bunch of band-aids, some wrap stuff, and even an ice pack. He read that is was an ice pack that worked without a freezer and laughed lightly, “That’s weird.” He said not even realizing he’d said it. He then shoved it back in and felt his cheeks heat up a bit. He closed the kit and then shoved it under the car seat again. He looked over at the girl with a small smile. He wondered if she’d want a ride home, or if she just wanted the band-aid and then to leave the freak to himself. “Um… d-do you want a ride home or somewhere?” he asked looking at her sort of embarrassed though he tried not to look too embarrassed.
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 13, 2007 16:02:32 GMT 7
Apparently he didn't want to touch her just as she has suspected and Petunia felt stupid for thinking that he ever would. Frowning slightly as she nodded her head she let out a small sigh. Oh how she hated being Petunia Olivia Taylor. If she had been born with any other name, with a normal name then maybe her life would've gone right. Of course,it hadn't and it had gone way wrong. Nibbling on her chapped lower lip, Petunia started to clean her wound. She let out a small yelp once she started and the pain only seemed to get worst. She was such a small girl and she seemed so very young. The way she acted and the way she looked, you'd think she were still fifteen. The brunette let out asmall sob as she forced herself to continue on with the cleansing process and when she was doneshe put the bandaide on the gash and hide her face from Conor for a little while longer. Her body heaved as she silently cried and when she finally pulled herself together it was about a minute or two of awkward silence after he had asked his question.
She let her hair expose her face and her big blue eyes were a little red and rather watery as she looked up at the boy. "Sorry." she said in a voice so soft it didn't even sound like anything had come out of her parting lips. She really didn't mean to be such a baby she was just one overly sensitive girl and well she couldn't help it at this point in her life. "I - I don't really want to go home." she said with a shrug and looked at the world outside the car window. She didn't particulary want to go back out there and hurt herself once more so what should she do. "What were you planning on doing Conor? I mean, if you don't have any plans...maybe we could possibley, do something?" she said the last part extremely uneasy sounding and you could tell she didn't ask too many guys to do ANYTHING with her. Now, Petunia had no friends, what-so-ever but the one or two that she did were girls. Minus her brother who really didn't count because it was almost like she had to love him. I mean, no matter what you say, everyone always loves their brothers and sisters.
Petunia wouldn't blame him if he told her to get the hell out of his car right now. He was reallyonly trying to help her out earlier and now he was getting stuck with her. Petunia's little heat pounded as she waited for his answer. She really didn't want to be yelled at so if he did started shouting at her, her silky soft hand was on the door handle as of now. She hated it when people screamed at her the only time this happened was when Petunia was getting beat up or when she had gotten bad grades. In her family her parents would not tolerate that shit. As Petunia scratched her nose she sniffed the air. It smelled sort of bad and rather recognizable. As her nostrils took in the aroma images of her grandma flashed through her head. Ahh - she was a huge chain smoker and from the smells of it so was Conor. She arched an eyebrow as she looked toward his direction. Oh no, had she gotten herself involved with somebody bad? Oh dear God, Petunia hoped not.
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 13, 2007 16:22:00 GMT 7
___________________ Conor watched the girl clean her wound and felt horrible for her to be crying. He had seen two girls this week cry and one of them was because of him, this girl was only crying because she’d hurt herself and was cleaning her wound with something he had given her. He watched as she cried into her hands, he bit his lip and sighed softly. He looked out the window and then back at her, just in time for her to turn and looked at him, this awkward silence filled the air of his car and he heard her whisper ‘sorry’. He shrugged lightly, “Here.” He took the garbage and threw it in his glove compartment by her knees. He leaned back into his seat and looked over at her, he nodded lightly, “ok…” he then looked at her slightly shocked as she asked if he had any plans and then if he wanted to hang out, “Um… I didn’t have any plans… yea I’d like that Petunia.” He said with a nod and a small smile.
Conor scratched his head lightly and bit his lower lip trying to think of something to do. He then started his car and looked over at the girl, “Are you hungry, or thirsty or something?” he asked trying to think of something for them to do. Conor looked back at his father’s house; which was at least seven houses down. He sighed lightly as he remembered the cut on his cheek and touched it; he looked over at the girl and then pulled his sun visor down so that he could look in the mirror on the other side of it. He looked into the mirror and sighed lightly, it wasn’t a big cut, and it was only on the apple of his cheekbone, but it hurt like hell and looked pretty deep. He bit his lower lip as he touched the bruised area around it, “Fuck.” He whispered lightly and then took his fingers away, closing the visor and scratching his eyebrow. He had this nervous tick were he scratched his body for some reason, it was strange and his father had often gotten mad at him for it, but Conor just couldn’t stop it. “Just to warn you… I’m not a very fun person.” He said looking over at her with a small sad like chuckle.
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 14, 2007 6:35:29 GMT 7
Petunia felt stupid for crying infront of this boy but she was a baby and she cried in public a lot so it really didn't matter to her. Atleast she had decided to be smart and apply only a little bit of water-poof mascra that morning which still was a stupid idea. Who put on make-up when they were going to work out? A freak like her who didn't like letting her real face be exposed. She had been told she was actually pretty when she wore make-up and she liked compliments since it was rare for her to receive them, when they did happen she was quite shocked. Shaking her head as he asked her if she were hungry or thristy she spoke in her fragile voice that sounded as if she were about to shatter into a million little pieces right then and there.
"No, then that would just like sabitash my running." she rubbed the back of her neck as she shrugged her boney shoulders and looked across the seat at Conor. He seemed to be busy with something. Checking out his scruffy face in the mirror. She lowered her legs, putting her feet on the ground like how they were suppose to be. She shuddered as he whined about his cheek. She had noticed that he had had a gash on his cheek but she had just assumed he was like every other boy thatgot into brawls on the street. But now that she was seated next to him in his car she kind of could tell that he wasn't like all of the other guys she had met before. She sat up a bit and when he had folded the driver's visor up her delicate hand grabbed his chin and turned his face toward hers, as if she were about to kiss him or his wound and wish it feel better. She did neither though and just starred at his soft face and took in a deep breath as she curled the index finger on her right hand, the left one was supporting his chin, forcing him to look in his direction. The girl then gently, brushed the cut on his cheek, she was a curious cat who someday would be killed because of this. "What happened?" she asked totally ignoring his last comment. She knew it wasn't true because already he was seeming interesting to her. Maybe that was just because her life was so dull that she thought his was spontaneous in comparison to it. [/color]
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 14, 2007 8:23:40 GMT 7
_____________________ Conor had had his fair amount of crying in front of people too. He hated crying in front of people, especially when that person had meant to make him cry. In fact he had just been crying about ten seconds ago—before he had run into Petunia—because of his stupid father, who hadn’t meant to hurt him, but also had, otherwise he never would have hit Conor across the face to leave him with a stupid cut to take care of later. Conor hated crying, he thought it was a very girly thing to do, but he found himself doing it all the time. He would just be sitting at home and then he’d start crying about nothing really, or maybe it was just everything that he bottled up, it just came pouring out at strange times. Either way he didn’t like it and really wished that he were stronger.
Conor looked at the girl as she answered his first question, he nodded lightly realizing that it had been a pretty dumb question. He sort of wondered though if this girl was one of those ‘I can’t eat anything and then I have to run for 1000 miles everyday’ or something like that. Not that he was judging her, or that he would if she did that, and that was mainly because he, himself threw up after a meal sometimes. He knew that it was horribly stupid, but he didn’t really care. Conor jumped ever so slightly as the girl reached out for him and moved his face to face her. He looked into her eyes not sure what she was going to do, nor did he care, her eyes were something so beautiful that everything else just sort of drained away. He then let his eyes looked down—he couldn’t hide his face because she was holding on his chin so that he was forced to look at her—and looked back up a couple seconds later, his eyes meeting hers and a small, sad smile on his face, “I’m clumsy as well.” He spoke quietly, he then moved one of his hands to hers and slowly took it out from under his chin, he looked down at her small porcelain hand and smiled faintly. Then looked from her hand, to her face and smiled faintly, “Do you like the park?” he asked trying to change the subject. He didn’t want to end up telling her the truth or anything. He hardly ever did, but sometimes when he was drunk or high, the truth and his feelings slipped out and Conor didn’t like either of those things, that’s one of the reasons why he hid himself most of the time.
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 14, 2007 10:38:03 GMT 7
Staying silent as she sat in the front seat she sighed slightly as she looked into his brown eyes. His long skinny face was really pretty and or the first time in her life she was starting to feel physiclly attracted to somebody. She licked her pale lips and as he explained that she wasn't the only klutz in the car she nodded her head. He didn't seem like that much of a mess-up. Okay, that was a lie. He seemed like quite the fuck up but she wasn't going to mention anything about that subject or else she was positive that she would endup offending the brown haired boy. Hmm - was he even a boy...was he a man? If so he looked sort of childish for his age. "I doubt you're as bad as me." Petunia said as she starred down at her hand he had removed from his face. She wished he would've kissed her but that was crazy talk to think that somebody like Conor would even be near her. The fact that he had even offered to help her and that he actually did was kind of shocking. He was so nice to her, she really didn't understand why. Although he was lying to her right now, and it was obvious Petunia didn't mind. They really had just met eachother and the only thing they knew about one another was that they were a couple of clumsy kids. Well she didn'tknow how old he was and she should probably ask because even though he looked young he could be around twenty-five or even older and she shouldn't be getting involved with people that were nine years older then her.
"I do..." she said with a nod and looked back up at him and grabbed the seat belt she would soon have to put on. She pulled it to make sure it wasn't stuck or anything, she hated it when that shit happened. She then looked at the road ahead of them, taking a glimpse at herself in the mirrors on the side of the car. She looked at herself kind of grossed out. "But...ehh." she spat out as she let go of the belt buckle and gulped. "Maybe I should go home...I look gross, eh, and you've been having to strain your eyes and ugh." she looked down at her lap, really not trying to get his pity because she had been so hard on herself but she really was gross and sweaty in her opinion and her skin was a little flushed from running. She was in desperate need of a shower and felt more then uncomfortable now sitting next to him, knowing that she looked like this too. [/color]
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 14, 2007 11:44:31 GMT 7
_______________ Conor felt like kissing this cute little lady in front of him, but he knew that that would be totally inappropriate and she would most likely slap him and get out of his car running for her life. He would go down in her history as ‘that creep who rape kissed me after I’d fallen’. He didn’t want that to happen. He smiled faintly and shrugged, “We should compare scars sometime.” He small nod, She was so cute and he couldn’t really get over that. He finally let go of her hand and put his hands on the wheel of the car as he pulled into drive without even putting on a seat belt. He then looked over at her as she spoke again. He put the car in park again and shook his head with a small laugh, “No… I have not been straining my eyes… you look very nice. And I’m not just saying that to be nice.” He said with a nod. “Do you want to go home though? I can drop you off were ever…” he bit his lower lip and shrugged lightly. He was completely shocked that she thought she looked bad… if that was bad, he was very curious what she looked like when she looked good. He really didn’t want to just drop her off at her home or apartment or anything, because he wanted to get to know her, cause it would be completely stupid for him NOT to want to get to know someone as beautiful as this girl.
Conor leaned back slightly and grabbed onto his seat belt after he’d seen her go for hers. He pulled his on and then buckled it. His seat belts were black and they had fancy buckles with shiny buckles. Conor knew that the guy who had fixed this car up was pretty gangster and he thought that it was funny that Conor had been the one to buy the guys car, because Conor was anything but gangster, he was a pretty much a baby and that went into this whole other thing of labeling and all that crap that Conor absolutely hated. Conor looked over at the girl as he waited for her answer. He hoped that if anything they’d stop by her place she’d get cleaned up and then they’d do something. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to hang out with her so much. He was pretty sure it was a mix between her being so pretty and him not wanting to be alone. Cause he really didn’t want to be alone right now. He was pretty sure he’d just go home, get drunk, or high and then what… wake up the next morning with a banging head ache and then just start all over again?
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Post by Petunia Olivia Taylor on Apr 14, 2007 13:34:22 GMT 7
Petunia was pretty positive she could never consider Conor a creep. He was too pretty to hold such an ugly title. She slightly smiled at him as he suggested they'd share their scars stories. Petunia had plenty of those and they were the reason she could never wear a bikini, or bathing suit at all. When she was younger she had worn her bathing suit while she road on her bike down the block, taking a quick break from the swimming pool she ended up fucking up her tummy that year quite a bit. The right side of her body was rather messed up and Petunia never really had to worry about it unless it was swim suit season which she now never took part in. Maybe that was the reason she was so pale now-a-days since she was never able to tan anymore...It made sense if you thought about it.
The small girl looked at Conor and sucked the thick air inside of his car in through her teeth. "You don't have to lie to me..." she mentioned as she then turned toward the window once more. She didn't enjoy how he thought she looked nice. This had to be another lie, no matter how sincere he sounded she'd never be able to agree with him. "I - I don't know what I want." she said with a sigh. She really did want to stay with him just not when she was wearing her sweaty work out clothes and while she was still perspiring. Things would be better if she wasn't wearing these gross clothes. Maybe he'd be willing to let her got home, change really quick, with out taking a shower even. Eh, that seemed like it was too much to ask for so she wouldn't even bother. But she really didn't want to go home and then be by herself for the rest of her night. Petunia was always lonely and she couldn't stand another night of going through the same routine when this lovely man wanted to hang out with her.
"Sorry, I'm so indecisive." she murmured as she looked over at him. She had so many thoughts rushing through her hair it seemed and she really needed to stop with all of these apologies. He had done nothing to deserve one, she had just looked like an idiot and when that happened she felt the need to say sorry for some reason. "I guess you should just drive me home..." she said with a shrug. She wasn't gonna waste another ten minutes trying to make up her mind and make him wait for an answer. "I live by the college, you know, the university?" she asked, assuming anyone who lived in Huntley would know where the renown Rutherford University was.
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Post by Conor Moore on Apr 14, 2007 14:39:41 GMT 7
______________ Oh she’d be surprised, sure Conor was cute, but he could do some creepy things at times. Not on perpous, he just sort of stuck his foot in his mouth, or did something when he thought that the other person wanted him to and often people called him creepy for this. People also just thought he was creepy because he looked like a hobo sometimes. People judged Conor a lot, just as they judged pretty much everyone else, Conor hated when he found himself judging someone, so he tried his hardest never to do it, but it was almost as if it was a human thing, like… sleeping, fucking, or picking you boogers. Conor found it hard to believe that this girl thought she was heinous, or whatever she thought she was, maybe not heinous, just not attractive. Conor thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he’d met in the world actually. But she obviously didn’t see that in herself, and truth be told, he wasn’t shocked and that was because he had a body image problem too… so he understood how someone as beautiful as her, could think she was not attractive.
Conor looked over at Petunia and shook his head, “I’m not lying.” He said shaking his head from side to side. “I don’t lie to people about certain things, and this is one of them.” He said with a nod. He then looked at her with a small o for a mouth as she said that she didn’t know what she wanted. He nodded lightly and looked around the car. He pulled into park and looked over at her as she spoke again, “No I get it… me too sometimes.” He pulled out of his parking space, because either way they were gonna be in his car to get where ever. He nodded lightly, a bit disappointed when she said that he should just drive her home. He then looked over at her shortly before he looked back at the road, he nodded again, “So do you go to school at the university???” he asked as he started to drive toward the way that university. “I went there for a bit… but I dropped out about a year ago.” He bit his lip as he drove on. It was strange that he had just told her that, he normally didn’t really open up like that. He didn’t like telling people about himself because he didn’t like himself, so he didn’t see how other people could like him.
He nibbled harder on his lip as he drove into the city and pulled up to a red light. He looked over at her and smiled faintly, “How old does that make you then?” he asked curiously. He would gladly share his age with her, he didn’t think that 21 was very old at all, but then again sometimes people thought it was old, sometimes people considered him to be a man because of it… but honestly he didn’t really act like a 21 years old. He acted more like he was eighteen to nineteen. Not twenty-one, but really how did twenty-one year old act?
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