Chewing On The End Of A Pencil (Calamity)

[Jenna Scorn]

Her eyes falling across the empty parking lot, blue orbs lingering over the rough surface. Bits of trash scattered here and there along the cement, she’d almost scowl. Slightly embarrassed and this was only the parking lot. Hot breath had escaped form her lips as she huffed. As if readying herself to enter a lions den.

Slender finger’s reaching up, digits brushing away at wisps of pink hair. Tucking the strands behind her ear as she walked along. Why was she bringing him along? Was it for comfort? Had she been alone too long? Or was it more?

No.

Perhaps she was craving human contact, human emotions. The attention of someone her age, to have fun. Just to talk, joke.

Now, hands upon her shoulders.

What?

"...W-Wait... Calamity."

Blinking, he had spoken? Yes, now licking her lips and peeking over her shoulder. She feared the worst, was he leaving her? Maybe he suddenly had to go home? It wasn’t that late, no, not late at all.

“Hmmmm?”

[Winters]

Questions, Questions... Screw It.

“Hmmmm?”

..By this time, he already had taken a hold of her shoulders, hundreds of questions came in like a river, gushing, over what to say. What he should ask. Why did you bring me here? Why are you being so kind? How come you're saying your having a bad day, but you act so cheerful? How come you became so cold all of the sudden? Do you feel as strange as I do? Is there anything wrong? Do you want to meet up with me tomorrow?

No.. no... no... no. What did he want to say? What did he really want to say, dammit!?

...

He stepped in, behind her, pulling her back lightly, his forehead softly going to the back of her head.

...Dammit.

"...D-Dammit g-girl..."

His hands had a soft, but firm grip on her shoulders, as he pushed himself slightly, behind her, so that their bodies touched. Jonathan's face felt hot.. knew she was definitely going to notice it. If he was going to mess this up, he might as well either have it go one way or the other, to the extreme.

Her hair felt nice..

"...Y-You've g-got th-the c-cutest b-blue e-eyes.."

[Jenna Scorn]

It was almost as if it took him forever to speak. She had noticed he wasn’t much of a talker, but here he was…wanting to speak. So she was waiting, wondering what he could have wanted. Of course she was expecting the worse, maybe she had made him too uncomfortable and now he wanted to go home? Maybe he…

"...D-Dammit g-girl..."

…What?

He had pulled her close, another familiar feeling, but like before…it was a feeling she’d rather not stagger upon. Tossing it to the side, trying to forget it. But it was so hard, so hard to not think about Jonathan…about how close he was to her.

Jonathan?

Bodies touching, not as god had intended but definitely touching. He wasn’t trying to force himself upon her in any way shape or form, not like a grown man or older male would have. He was tender; shy, quite, everything every other boy or man was not.


"...Y-You've g-got th-the c-cutest b-blue e-eyes.."

Something she hadn’t expected to flow from his lips. Her heartbeat quickened, mouth parting to speak, but of course no words would come. Instead she looked like a Koi in shallow water, opening and closing her mouth, as if gasping for air. Steadying herself now, swallowing the excess saliva within her mouth before finally trying to peek over her shoulder again to look at him.

Stay cool.

“….Thanks.”

A small smile placing itself upon her lips. Tilting her head to the side,a few strands of hair falling out of place behind her ear. A stray strand of hair falling, sticking to her lip as she looked at him as she fought desperately to find something to say.

[Winters]

OOC: Next post may take longer. Need to get substantial work done on my end, after this post.

Shy Guy

Couldn't really believe what he just said. Like some absolute declaration of absolute nobility, or something honorable along those lines. But, he had to give even himself a little credit. This was a really huge first for him, for any guy. But he froze. His entire body's temperature shot up ten degrees. What if she turned around and smacked him? He'd lose his first chance at a potential friend who was a girl. If she just left, creeped out by him? Well, after the kiss she gave him... it'd feel... pretty bad...---

She was trying to turn around. His face shied down slightly..--- He could hear her swallow. Jonathan's throat felt pretty dry, as much as he'd like to..---“….Thanks.”

Calamity was smiling.

That's all he needed.

There was.. a hesitation as to what to say, and... he really didn't know what was going on between them. He was increasingly becoming aware of how much she really turned him on, but, you can't just wrap your arms around a girl's waist, and tongue her. In truth, the thought of that type of cavorting kinda disgusted him. ..Wanted to take it a little bit at a time. Nothing was official yet, after all.

But right now.. he was done talking.

Right now... he took one step closer, and let his right hand go from her shoulder for a bit, to pocket his glasses.. and went right back to holding both shoulders.. nuzzling into her hair, aiming under her chin. Just to get a better feel. And to see if she was cool with this.

...Hoped she didn't mind...

[Jenna Scorn]

The old Calamity might have pushed him away, cursed him to some unmentionable hell and leave him alone in the cold. But she didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know what to make of it. Did she feel uncomfortable? Yes, of course…but did she dare push him away? No, not really. He wasn’t crossing any immoral intersection, not exactly.

He definitely hadn’t had much female attention, at least not that she thought. And as he nuzzled into her, she’d lift her head but only slightly. Letting her head fall slightly, and softly against his. Tilting her head to the side, into his but only a little.

This wasn’t just for him, she’d craved human attention. Not the sexual kind, this was enough for her. Something she hadn’t had in a very long time, her mother had never been very loving, or very affectionate or anything.

But, what exactly was she doing? She wasn’t for sure; she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it. But she could only be grateful for this tender moment the two of them were sharing, even if it was odd.

[Winters]

"...Nevermind."

So much can be said about a woman's touch, a woman's warmth, a woman's feel. But very little of it often fits, can never quite place the exact feeling of that very moment. Too much words.. not enough.. what's the word? This too was lost on Jonathan, hugging this girl that he'd only met today, to himself, very gently. Feeling her warmth, her head touching his. Too young to have his heart palpitating, but his heart was racing right now. He'd... never had this sort of contact before with a girl.. a woman. Never thought about them much 'til now, save in the most private parts of his mind, when he was a lone, and able to watch from a distance.

...Either this was her unique smell, or it was the hair product, or both. But, he wasn't complaining, either way. His right shouldered arm, slowly slunk down the backpack, down to his hand, and he dropped it for a bit. Wanted to... never forget this moment. Heat of the moment. But, he handled her like she was the most fragile thing in the world. A chain reaction. The first step to any relationship, normal or otherwise... usually started with friendship or infatuation. Right now.. Jonathan was somewhere, on one of those ladders, or both. And he liked how she felt. The most unique experiance he ever had in his life, up to this point.

Because, this was a person he was touching. A person who was making him feel.. 'needed', if you will. And she was touching him back, with her neck. Impression? ...She was such a sweet girl, behind the defenses of her personality.

Self-control, though. Slowly, he began to slip away, backwards from her, his hands slowly moving apart from her shoulders, his head suddenly becoming much cooler, and he wasn't too fond of this 'lack'. But there was a reason. Always a reason.

Stepping forward, to her left side, there was that solid look on his face, only betrayed by his eyes, which instead looked forward, but.. shoulders touching. Very solemnly he began to open his mouth.

"...I-I h-have th-three qu-questions f-for y-you..."

His face turned to her, now locking onto her eyes.

"...Wh-Why d-did y-you k-kiss m-me..?" his voice, instantly growing softer, and closer.

"...Wh-Why... d-do y-you s-suddenly d-drive m-me w-wild..?" His face leaning over, as he stepped in front of her, dangerously closer, at an angle..

"...A-And wh-why c-can't I-I l-look a-away a-anymore?"

..A hypothetical question, all of them. But, it was enough time for his right hand to slowly move up, just barely touching her arm.. up to her cheek. Did it slowly enough so that, if she wanted to react against him, she could. And if this was making her uncomfortable, that she could stop this, right here, right now. Some of her hair was hanging on, in front of her face... but his blue-green eyes were too locked onto her's to directly look at them. His mouth opened slightly, to catch the hair in his mouth, eyes only slightly open. Face beet red, and heart racing past the sidewalk.

He said that... he wanted to pay her back for her kindness.

...Felt that he was indebted to her.

She kissed him.

So, therefore.. he had to kiss her back.

That's why.. he closed his eyes then, stepping in softly, very close.. to give her one light kiss back. Soft one.

Just one more soft kiss.

[Jenna Scorn]

"...I-I h-have th-three qu-questions f-for y-you..."

Yes, anything.

A nod, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Regaining her balance upon her feet as lifted a hand to gently scratch her cheek.

"...Wh-Why d-did y-you k-kiss m-me..?"

Ouch.
Hard question.
So many answers came flying at her, pinning against her and it was hard to pick just one. A shrug of her shoulders, a blink of her eyes and she spoke.

"You seemed shy. I wanted to test your limits."

Just a friendly smile, thats what they were now.
Friends, right?


"...Wh-Why... d-do y-you s-suddenly d-drive m-me w-wild..?"

Another blink of her eyes, and then another. Her left foot slightly stepping back, as if to flee but something held her there. Bound her there in place.

Wild?

She had known that word, and all its forms. And she didn't want to indulge on what 'wild' her newest friend had meant.

"...A-And wh-why c-can't I-I l-look a-away a-anymore?"

His touch.
His hand against her arm, her cheek.
It was intoxicating.

"I'm not su-"

She stopped in her words, knowing very well what was coming next. And in those very short moments she thought. She could run. OH how she could run, but from what? commitment? YES! No, but wait...there was no commitment. There was no hurt feelings.

Just this kiss.

And as their lips pressed against one another, her eyes watched him for a moment, only closing her eyes after another moment.



There were no feelings, no punishment.
No consequences, no remorse.

Only now.
Only this.

[Winters]

Back

Passion is a dangerous thing. It compels people to rush in, saying, 'I love you!', only to divorce several years later, the 'love' torn apart to pieces by the test of time. Hormones flowing in the body make for particularly lusty people, and unless there is some personal or religious belief, terrible mistakes can happen, and the worst occurs. 'Love', is as over commercialized, as it is false, in this modern era. Long gone are the days of 'Romeo and Juliet', the 'Happily Ever After', stories, that fail to tell of the latter years of Cinderella, miserable again, when she realizes that it is she who has to clean up after her husband, and take care of the children, no better, and in fact worse off then when she had began as with that first simple kiss, that little infatuation that everyone seeks, yet almost all regret, though unable to specify what exactly that they regret in their being.

...But...

That doesn't mean that people don't enjoy something simple. Something sweet and relatively innocent, even if only for a moment. The desire for human attention, after all, is more of a necessity, then anyone realizes. Starved too long of it, and you will lose a part of yourself. Pick up strange habits to compensate for the lack of people. Have too much of it, and you become an attention whore. Life revolves around you, and you become addicted to the nectar of the glamorous people around you, taking joy in the false pretenses of your 'life'.

..All irrelevant, in a single moment.

Warmth. Contact. Touch. Feel. So incredibly starved of these, Jonathan was ravenous. The advantage to everyone else, for his own self-etiquette, however. To feel her face was enough, to know that she at least accepted this kiss was enough.. and he didn't want this feeling to end.. but... things have to.

There was reluctance nonetheless.

Slowly.. his own mouth parted from hers, but he kept his eyes closed, as if trying to memorize the sensations that he was feeling only a few seconds ago on his lips. He was no expert at kissing.. but, it was better then the first one, he thought, if only slightly. His right hand, from her cheek, loosened it's slight clasp, radiating with the heat of her face. Was pretty sure that he himself was still blushing... shameful. But, he wasn't concerned with that right now. He opened his eyes just slightly, enough to look at Calamity's lips again, his hand slowly going into her hair gently, stroking into it slowly..

But... she had to get home, didn't she? Right.. that's what he came here for. To walk her home.

...

Just wasn't long enough.

Damn.

..That was responsibility for you, though.

"..H-Hey... l-let's g-get y-you h-home th-then..", he whispered in an undertone, his left hand pocketed.. and his right hand leaving her hair to rest on her shoulder, as he got onto her left side, forgetting about his own backpack for the moment. He looked ahead.. then looked back at her, ready to walk, once she started.

Too much long white hair. Slight breeze picked up, blowing a large portion into the front of his face. Left hand eager, it went to put it at its sides. But, no, that was pretty low priority right now.

It was time to get her home.

Seriously, this time.

[Jenna Scorn]

Lips left one another's skin, light lids finally lifting to reveal blue eyes. Her fingers tingled at her sides, an index finger itching to touch her lips almost as if to pinch herself to awake her from this dream. Had that just happened? Had this just happened?

Again, blue eyes looking about. Had people seen, watched? Now, looking up to the sky, regaining herself again, and again, and finally... again. Finger's clenched, and unclenched at her sides.

Maybe 259 wasn't so bad?

Stop it.
This can't go on everyday.
It was just a one day thing.



Right?

She had lost her place, now shaking her head as if to rid herself of the dizziness setting in upon her. Now, looking at him as his hand left her cheek, and thats when he spoke. It had seen like hours had passed before anyone spoke.

"..H-Hey... l-let's g-get y-you h-home th-then.."

It was so cute, his voice, his stammering. She almost felt herself turning to face him and looking at him. Softly smiling, but soon letting the smile fade from her lips.

"Yes, its just this way."

Like she had said before, and lifting her hand to motion to wards the small apartment complex. This of course, just so happened to match the cluttered, and dirty parking lot. And as she neared the brick building, she'd stuff her hands into the pocket of her hoodie.

[Winters]

Deja Vu---Not

"Yes, its just this way."

Same response. Had that same tone again. ...Damn.

His eyes wandered the area, as she seemed to regain a sense of her old personality. What he'd been denying himself to think of as 'cute', up until just recently. But she seemed to be getting quieter and quieter. Forcing him to talk again, or else remain silent. Yes, expect him to be silent, after all of this? His face had become solid again, but he could've sworn he could've laughed.

He shook his head, as they walked closer to the brick building. His eyes took a quick glance, just to see if she was thinking or something, and looked away quickly again. Still facing forward, Jonathan just shrugged, as if to himself, as they walked on.. trying to.. uh..

...

"...U-Uh... d-do y-you h-hang o-out w-with a-a g-group o-or s-something, d-during l-lunch?"

...Making a fool of himself. Small steps though. He hadn't even considered thinking about a date yet, but then, he was slow-paced himself.

But, his eyes kept forward, thinking, thinking.

There was... a lot of thinking needed, tonight.

[Jenna Scorn]

There was a soft noise as her shoes would skid against the concrete as she stepped up onto a few steps to enter into the dim complex, pushing past the large glass door. Licking at her lips to moisten them, peeking over her shoulder when he spoke.

"...U-Uh... d-do y-you h-hang o-out w-with a-a g-group o-or s-something, d-during l-lunch?"

Returning her view before her, now inside the building as the two of them trudged down the hall. She thought, how to answer this? Eyes would shift to the side, to glance at a rather large crack in the wall.

Hmmmm, thats new.

"I hardly go to school. I skip alot. I do anything I can to get away from that school...."

Pausing a moment to look at the white chipped wall. Letting her hand extend form her hoodie and gently knock upon the wooden wall before glancing him.

"And to get away from this place."

Now, they were nearing the end of the hall, hand fumbled for her keys. Digging deep into her pockets, only to bring out a jingling keyring and plucking the key and jamming it into the door.

"Well, here I am."

A meek smile.

[Winters]

OOC: Blech. Sorry for the late post. I blame hw, and 'recovery' naps. Also, sorry if the post isn't up to standard.. still zombie-ish.

Goodbye?

Some people knew this and were aware of this, but there was still a larger number of people who didn't notice how they act differently, depending on their environment. Moods suddenly switching, the moment the lights dim down, or familiar places settle into the mind.

Even right here, now, in the apartment, Jonathan was suddenly aware how the both of them were walking a little more quietly, how he himself seemed to be leaning his head forward a little, as if to make himself a smaller target, while his eyes kept wary.

She lived here.

Following Calamity into the building, semi-following her, semi-beside her, he was content at the moment, just to watch her gestures, as she moved through the place, having seen it many times. Over and over again. But she gave the sense that..

"I hardly go to school. I skip alot. I do anything I can to get away from that school...."

"..A-Ah."

Pity, but then, with all the fights breaking out, the array of teachers who usually had some strange, violent quirk to them, could he blame her? He didn't even notice the crack on the wall. Just seeing her knock on the door, looking at the crack, which Jonathan then turned his head also to look at. ..Was this something that she always did, or, was something up here? More mysteries. Again, she turned back to look at him---

"And to get away from this place."

What?

She gave him time. Time to think over what she said. Perhaps not intentionally, but there he was. Did she really hate school, or was it from a reaction with how she felt here, in general? After all, she said had said '...I miss Japan', to him. Calamity. A name she'd given to call her, but it seemed unfitting to him... at least, from his ignorant point of view. Just going to have to accept the fact that he knew nothing about her, and since having never seen her before, had never.. 'observed' her, and her characteristics, like he did with most other people, when he sat around during lunch, or when he sat like a statue in class, done with the in-class assignment.

The jingle of keys.

And there they stopped, the key in the door, ready to drop her off.

"Well, here I am."

Just too short. The walk had been way too short. Small amounts of stress began to cloud his head. To act or no. To just say 'Bye', and probably never see her again. ...No, he couldn't. Not after today. He'd just looked upon something real. Ironic, for a day that seemed so.. surreal.

His eyes on the key.

"...W-Want t-to m-meet u-up, s-sometime, th-then? J-Just h-hang o-out, w-watch a-a m-movie.. a-anything?"

Right now, instead of saying all this bull, he could've gone and 'dramatically' kissed her. Except, he didn't want to. Not right now. Not just this moment.

"..L-Like, i-if y-you w-want t-to s-see a-a m-movie o-or s-something? I-I g-got t-too m-much f-free t-time, th-these d-days..."

Too much solitude. Wanted to scream. He stayed at school for extended periods of time, even when all the people were gone, just to study. But more then that. Because there was no one at home for him to go to.

Didn't want to kiss her right now.

"I-I d-dunno.. j-just i-if y-you w-want" he finally said, shrugging.

...Because, if he kissed her right now, that would be a goodbye kiss.

And he didn't want to say goodbye, when he just said hello.

[Jenna Scorn]

""...W-Want t-to m-meet u-up, s-sometime, th-then?"

He had said the very thing she'd been dying to hear, that was it...wasn't it? Her lips parting, tongue moistening them. Blinking her eyes and a small nod.

"...I would like that."

She had no friends, and she hadn't planned on making any. All she wanted was to get by, to get whatever grades she could and graduate. She hadn't planned on taking the times for friends, but now it was so tempting.

Just so tempting.

She needed someone to hang out with, to talk to. And who better then this new found friend? Even if their friendship had been on accident.

"I-I d-dunno.. j-just i-if y-you w-want"

Turning the key now as he spoke, letting her fingers circle around the knob of the door before pushing it open. Lifting her head to look at him again.

"...Yeah."

A soft smile. Should she invite him in? The thoughts were bubbling around in her brain. Softly raising her hand to gently scratch her temple.

OOC: sorry this post was so shitty V_V

[Winters]

OOC: Nah, yours was fine. Besides, had those little gestures and details that I've grown fond of. ^_^ The bulk of mine had too much unnecessary information in it.

Also... making a semi-short post, because I'm having a bit of a thinking problem right now (A.K.A. hw), but, I'm hoping the point gets across.

Goodbye? II

"...I would like that."

For some reason, he was feeling really happy, in the way that only a guy could, right now.

"...Yeah."

The door opened up. Her eyes on his, his eyes on hers. God, this sounded so cliche, but...

Took a step forward, to her, her left.

Even as she was scratching her temple, his right hand going over to her right shoulder. And he was smiling again.. with both his eyes and his lips.

"...I-Is th-this th-the p-part wh-where I-I s-say g-goodbye?" he whispered slowly, getting slightly closer, eyes hinting to something.

"...B-Because I-I've n-never l-liked g-goodbyes.. S-Sound s-so 'd-definite' a-and 'e-ending'.."

No goodbye kisses. But... his face was getting rather close to hers, eyes only slightly open, as he looked at her.. a lot of care there, if that's what he could describe how he felt. Just wanted to see her eyes...

...Those cute blue eyes that were to die for.

[Jenna Scorn]

"...I-Is th-this th-the p-part wh-where I-I s-say g-goodbye?"


Yeah.

Her eyes will still downcast, and as her tongue flicked out. It would line her lower lip, a nervous habit. Letting her hand lower now, to rest at her side.

"Maybe."

"...B-Because I-I've n-never l-liked g-goodbyes.. S-Sound s-so 'd-definite' a-and 'e-ending'.."

Lids fluttering open. Black lashes lined those glittering blue orbs. He was close, and everything inside of her screamed. Screaming to be unleashed, set free. Her skin tingling, readying itself for his touch.

She neared him as well, the two of them closing in the space. Only an inch or two apart, her lips nearing his but still keeping that inch distance as she now spoke.

"...........I'll see you tomorrow."

And that was it.
She took a step back, pushing the door open with her shoulder as a sly smile crossed over her lips. Her eyes never wavering from Winters. Almost a triumphant grin spread across those soft lips.

Had she hooked him?
Maybe, and she was almost definitely reeling him in.


Yes.