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Post by simonedelautre on Aug 3, 2011 15:37:45 GMT -5
 stop there and let me correct it ,[/I][/size] i wanna live a life from a new perspective[/font][/center]
She didn't have to read the test results to knew what they'd say. She didn't have to listen to her voicemail to know what the doctor's office was calling about. But still, as she glanced down at the little plastic stick and saw a plus sign appear in the window, she felt sick. Of course, she'd been feeling sick almost all the time lately, so that really didn't mean anything. But the tears that formed in her eyes as she sank down against the wall in the corner of her bathroom confirmed her fears and anguish.
She'd moved to this lonely town hoping to patch things up with her mom. Instead, her mom had been anything but friendly and Simone was still stuck living in a room in Millie's Inn. It was a decent room. A wall divided a cramped bedroom from a larger living area that had a loveseat, tv set, and a mini kitchenette. But it was a far cry from the spacious houses she'd grown up in, and with few friends in the town, she was growing restless spending her days in such cramped quarters. And now, living with the news that she was about to face her greatest fear was eating her alive.
She knew without much thought who she needed to call. There had only been two guys in her life since she'd been in the town, and none at least a month prior to that. Of the two...one had been a horribly drunken one-night-stand. Though the other was not sober, she had been in her right mind enough to at least remember the unfolding of events, and knew it had to have been the one she couldn't remember at all. She wished it was the second, but reason told her it was the first. The creep from Beatz, with the stony eyes and pale skin. God, he really had to be the worst guy to enter such a predicament with, but here she was.
Simone pulled her cell phone from her pocked, and scrolled through the list until she found his name. Henry. Henry Wellstrop. If he hadn't forced her to let him put his number in her phone before she'd left, she never would have been able to find him again. She could have called the school looking for a Henry, but without his last name, she highly doubted they would have given her any information. Before she could change her mind, she clicked the 'Call' button and waited for it to ring. She really hoped he wouldn't pick up, because leaving a message would be easier.
you come along because i love your face , [/size][/I][/size] and i'll admire your expensive taste[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
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Post by prospice1 on Aug 6, 2011 0:40:46 GMT -5
Henry was asleep. He was also sick as a dog. He had a cough and a high fever, the first of which was waking him up every so often and the second of which was making him have truly horrific dreams. He'd woken up screaming in the morning, which had done wonders for his aching throat, attempted to stand and felt so immediately nauseous that he had to lay back down. He knew what it was, of course he did. He also believed that he knew where he'd gotten it from.
He had done his best not to think about Simone in recent weeks. Heck, he hardly even remembered what she looked like. Of course, he distinctly remembered that she was hot and had definitely remembered to brag about it to his... well, his friend, in any case. In fact, it was the same friend whose dorm room he had MEANT to take her to. That hadn't worked out very well, and he'd ended up with a very screwed up apartment. It was back to it's normal pristine condition now, everything in it's proper order. The nick on his hand where he'd been cut with his broken glass was healed. Actually, his only real tangible evidence of the night was the fact that he'd, quite recently, come down with mono and was currently feeling wretched. He assumed that he'd gotten the disease from her, which was, in fact, incorrect. He'd gotten it from the bartender who had been spitting in his drinks all night.
His phone was sitting on the bedside table, in front of the alarm-clock and it's black-and-white face. The ringer was off, as it usually was, but when it vibrated it clattered loudly against the table. He woke with a start, his heart pounding, twisting under the constricting grasp of the stark white sheet, with a line of drool cutting from the corner of his mouth down his chin. He fumbled awkwardly, trying to grab the phone, but the fact that he'd woken so suddenly to the bright light didn't exactly help him. He felt intensely nauseous, shivering from a sudden fever chill. He stared at the caller ID for a moment. Just a number. He'd plugged his into Simone's, but the opposite had not occurred.
Actually, it didn't even cross his mind that it could be her. Really, the only thing he was thinking was about how pissed he'd be if it was some telemarketer who'd woken him up from what was likely to be the only decent sleep of the day. He opened it on the third ring, dropped the phone, picked it back up, held it to his ear. "'Lo?" he managed, the 'hel' sticking somewhere in his throat. "Who is this?"
ooc: I should be paid to make him miserable. I'd be such a happy camper for the rest of my life. |
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Post by simonedelautre on Aug 8, 2011 12:30:41 GMT -5
stop there and let me correct it , [/I][/size] i wanna live a life from a new perspective[/font][/center]
Simone twirled a strand of hair around his finger as the phone rang in her ear. Then he picked up, sounding a big groggy. His voice sent a wave of nausea through her, as she was once again reminded of what a huge mistake that night had been. If only it hadn't become something that would be impossible to forget.
"It's Simone. Delautre..." she said, feeling a little irritated. He should have remembered her. How could anyone ever forget her? Such a thing was incomprehensible to her. "We uh, met at Beatz. Close to two months ago?" She hoped she could jog his memory without having to go into further details. Doing so would mean reliving that horrific event in more detail than she wanted. Of course, she still couldn't remember exactly what had gone on, besides the obvious. But the finer details of his romantic tactics, or lack there of, had completely escaped her memory thanks to the cloudiness of booze.
Certain that he remembered her, she went on. "I'm staying at Millie's Inn. Can you come by in a bit?" She'd wait until she actually got him into her rented room to explain anything further. Surely the guy was enough of a loser with enough of a brain to know he'd be dumb to turn down an offer to come visit her. If he knew what was in store, he'd be smart to run the other direction, but that was exactly why she didn't fill in the reason she wanted to talk to him. Let him think she was still interested in him or something. Whatever it took to get him to come over.
you come along because i love your face , [/size][/I][/size] and i'll admire your expensive taste[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
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