Sometimes I get the feeling. (Winters)

[Jenna Scorn]

As before, neon green converse skid across the rough cement sidewalks of 259. Was she skipping? No, not today anyways...well...right at the moment. She was busy, it was lunch time. She had discarded her bag in her locker, and now was traipsing around campus.

A pair of black hip huggers hung from her hips. A silver belt glittering along her hips as she walked, walking still. Hands were stuffed into the deep pockets of her black jacket. Gold trim decorated the coat, as if the very jacket had belonged to someone in a marching band. A white tank top wrapped about her torso, black skulls painted upon he fabric. A green spiked collar adorned about that pretty little neck.

Blue eyes had been skimming past people, faces. She was searching for him. A tint of green eye shadow was brushed about those eyes, eyelashes painted with mascara. Lips glossed, watching closely as she wandered the halls of 259, trying to escape the crowed of the lunchroom.

Where could he be?

Strands of pink hair fell in her face, a few of the bangs pulled back by a small green hair clip but a few of the strands had escaped. The back of her hair was tossled, almost spiked. Her mp3 player was hidden within her pocket. A pair of small pink headphone buds pressed in her ears. Gently hummging along with the tune, now even singing. Letting a soft tune flow from her lips.

"So kiss me goodbye. Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive."


OOC: I gave up on trying to make my post all cool and add in the link to the song with the special linky thingy!!!

-_- So here.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fp6p-Mrp7hU

[Winters]

Secret Decision

* * * * * * * Earlier That Day * * * * * * *

Waking up that day, was only the easiest part. Halfway through brushing his teeth, he remembered something rather important, after the long night of homework: Today was 'TOMORROW'. Dashing over to his closet, toothbrush still in his mouth, a little amount of the overflowing froth escaping his mouth, as he swung open his closet. What to wear? What to wear? His eyes glazed over them all. Yea, he was going to wear jeans as usual, that was a given. But the usual vest, exposing his stomach? ...He had to get something better then 'that' for today. ...Of course, it's not like it was a date or anything, but, he just wanted to look nice for Calamit---

The uniform caught his eyes.

He stared at it, as if in disbelief. Did 'he' want to meet her?... No. Not today. Not today. Today, was his day.. and he wouldn't let 'him' ruin it. They'd only gotten to know each other. Couldn't just plunge her into his life.

...Still, the hat looked at him. A command. Giving him a comma---

"N-No."

The reflection on the mirror on the other side of the room folded his arms to himself, glaring at Jonathan. His at his sides, fists clenched. "...N-Not t-today. I-I've g-got p-plans f-for t-today. S-Some o-other t-time.. m-maybe. M-Maybe."

Instead, his eyes fell upon something else. White-collared shirt, blue coat to go over it and a blue tie... Wasn't amazing, but, it'd certainly make for good appearance, at least. The tie was just thrown in for fun.

...Deodorant applied, of course.

...Spray of cologne to the wrists, before rubbed onto the neck.

Floss.

Finish brushing.

Mint.

Walking over to the closet, his eyes smiled, as he reached for his selected choice.

"...A-Alright. C-Cool."

* * * * * * * Present Time * * * * * * *

Bolting down a sandwich, he threw his backpack into his locker. Wasn't going to waste time in the lunch lines today, like he usually did. A few strands of white hair got in his way, as he walked briskly through the halls, as best as his feet could take him. Too many people. But then, that was California. Rushing, rushing, eyes trailing about... he walked through the hallways. Must've passed through building B, but barely even noticed that.

...Of course, that's when he found her in the the hall nearby to where they'd first met.

He stopped, just for a moment. First noticing the green hair clip on her head that managed to keep some of the hair out, but luckily had some that were still in front of her face. A plus, if he'd ever seen her. Green eye shadow, mascara... glossed lips? He left hand jittered for a moment, remembering yesterday, but he clenched it, and it relaxed again. To see the other assortments of items around her hips, and the unbuttoned coat that protected the tanktop within made for uh.. um...

...Damn, she was hot.

Pulling on the sides of his own dark blue coat, buttoned, trying to straighten out the wrinkles on himself, the white collared shirt underneath it, blue tie... eh. Hopefully he didn't look too business like, as he was trying to go for a more 'casual but serious' look, if that even made sense. He was still trying to justify it himself, when his legs finally caught up to her side, in time to hear her singing a tune to herself.

"So kiss me goodbye. Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive."

"...Y-You k-know h-how I-I f-feel a-about g-goodbyes n-now, d-don't y-you?" was the quiet response, as he stopped quietly beside her, eyes obviously smiling, his own hands pocketed in the coat, eyes still going up and down her, standing about a foot from her. He liked the feeling he was getting from her today...

Good call.

[Jenna Scorn]

She was about to give up, maybe retreat to the sanctuary of the library. If that was possible... but she could only give a slight scowl for herself now. She should have asked them where to meet one another, but she had been so busy trying to show off.


Damn you...

Eyes narrowing down the hallway, she was irritated with herself. She must have looked like a retard, wandering about the school. Looking for some boy, who probably hadn't meant anything he said the day before about wanting to meet her.

"...Y-You k-know h-how I-I f-feel a-about g-goodbyes n-now, d-don't y-you?"

What?!

His voice was sweet nectar to her ears, looking to her side. Those lips forming into another familiar smile. She had barely heard him over the music, and now she was switching off her mp3 player and putting the headphones in her pocket.

You came...

She was happy he had kept his word, his part of the deal. She had almost expected him to bail on her, but he had proved to be a man of his word. At least for now, and she couldn't help but flash him those pearly whites of her's before glancing forward down the hall.

"Hey."

Letting those eyes return to his, letting her head tilt to the side as it had many times the day before.

"Fancy meeting you hear, eh?"

[Winters]

Hello There

"Hey."

His left eyebrow raised. Wanted to say 'Hey yourself', in a joking manner, but considering how his face usually was, it probably wouldn't show enough emotion, and would just make him look pissed off. Hence the raised eyebrow. She was smiling at him again, head tilted. Something he wouldn't get used to, something he definitely didn't want to get used to. Always did something to him, every time. Couldn't quite place it, but he was aware of a sudden quickening in his veins.

"Fancy meeting you hear, eh?"

"A-All th-the m-more y-yourself. H-How a-are y-you?"

Eyes smiling.

The fact that she'd actually stayed at school was significant of something here. One, it meant that they really were on friendly terms with one another. Two, meant that yesterday wasn't something he just dreamed up. Taking a small step to her though, he was tempted to smile, but not while there was people around. Meant nothing really, had intentions of starting up casually, but the temptation to pull her over to him, via grabbing hold of her belt or one of her hip huggers.. was... well, there.

His eyes flicked over to the hallways as well, not just yet wanting to pull anything yet, especially in such a public place. Sorta just thinking.. If he was cool or something, he could've said something like, 'Did ya miss me?'. ..Or in his case, 'D-Did y-ya m-m-miss m-me?' Hah, that's a riot.

..Didn't take too long for his eyes to get focused back on her though. Damn testosterone..

...Forgive me, I'm staring.

[Jenna Scorn]

"A-All th-the m-more y-yourself. H-How a-are y-you?"

She'd dell on this for a moment before answering. At the moment she was doing well. Lifting a brow at him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"I'm good."

One or two strands tickled against her forhead, and a hand would raise to bat them away. She'd try to tuck them behind her ear, but they had fallen right back in her face. She gave up, and let her eyes return to his.

"What about you?"


OOC: Sorry its so short, i woke up late. XD

[Winters]

OOC: XDXDXD It's fine. I went to sleep at around 5 o' clock, anyways, and woke up about an hour later... so.. erm. Know what you mean about being tired.

Same Quiet Talker...

"I'm good."

Hands moving uncomfortably in his jacket pockets, he just.. couldn't help but notice the way she was brushing the hair out of her face, just to have it fall back into place. Had some semblance to something, but... he couldn't quite place it. ...He couldn't help watching, for some reason. Was this normal for guys to sort of just stare, even if it was rude? He was so caught up just in the simple motion of the the hair, that he almost didn't catch her response back.

"What about you?"

Blink.

"A-Ah, u-uh... I-I've b-been f-fine.. d-doing b-better..."

...Absolutely fine, and feeling wonderful. Give or take a few hours of hormones rushing in, even while I was asleep, but... Yea, I've been doing fine.

Couldn't help it.

He'd been imagining doing this for the longest time. But he never had anyone to do this with. Killed his mother during childbirth, father though sympathetic to an extent, relatively abusive, due to depression...

His foot came in slow, but it definetly came towards her, in that quiet way that he moved. Left arm shooting beneath hers, as his head sunk into her shoulder, his right arm going across her stomach, as he hugged her from an angle. A hug.

...First hug.

Not that he was ever going to say that, but, he held her for a moment, trying to make it semi-casual, semi-friendly-suggesting-something, and he made sure it was somewhat tight. He still wasn't absolutely sure of how she thought of him. Friend, maybe a bit more, but.. he just wanted to establish a friendly relationship with a bit more friendly contact then he'd ever done. Practice. Comfort.

Raising his head slightly, but still hugging her towards him, that same smile was in his eyes. "..S-Sorry. C-Can't h-help i-it.."

Wasn't altogether too concerned with who was watching, but it was just also to see if she'd take well to it. His arms loosened up, as he took a step back, and brought his hands behind his head, resting himself back a bit, just to give her another look-down, but more casually so.

"W-Where've y-you b-been h-hiding th-this st-stuff, e-eh? I-It l-looks g-good o-on y-you."

..Most people would've said it with a smile on their face. His, as usual was stony.

Ah well.

Wasn't a lie.

[Jenna Scorn]

"A-Ah, u-uh... I-I've b-been f-fine.. d-doing b-better..."

Another smile, a perky smile spreading on her lips as she looked at him. Glancing off to the side, taking notice of a few posters plastered upon the walls of 259. The normal, advertising some sort of fundraiser, school plays, all that jazz.

She felt his body growing closer into her's, she grew still. his head sinking into the crook of her neck, and almost fitting snugly as he held her tight, at least some what. His arms crossing her belly, fingers almost dragging over the thin fabric of her tank top. At first, she hesitated to hug him. And in spite of the angle, she soon let her arms raise. One hand pressing itself against his lower back, pressing him close, but not too close.

This was enough.... for now.
Feeling his warmth.

But it had ended just as quickly as it had started, and he was drawing back.drawing back

"..S-Sorry. C-Can't h-help i-it.."

Neither can I.

"W-Where've y-you b-been h-hiding th-this st-stuff, e-eh? I-It l-looks g-good o-on y-you."

"Hmmm?"

A questioning sound left her mouth before she'd glance down at her clothes and return her eyes to his form.

"Oh, you mean these?"

Motioning to wards her clothes, letting her right hand trail down to the hem of her tank top. Her index finger and thumb gently plucking at the hem of the fabric, softly pulling it away from her body, but only slightly. Exposing her lower belly a little as she did this. But soon letting it go, snapping back to cling to her form.

Do you like it?

"Its old."

I bought it last night.

[Winters]

'... *Swallow*

"Oh, you mean these?"

..Her soft little hands went about to her tank.. pulling it out some. His jaw dropped slightly. Eyes could not move away from how she moved her finger about her. A little sight of the stomach there.. letting it snap back, covering herself back up.

Dear Lord, I think I just had a spike in my testosterone.

Tinges of red were starting to flush at his cheeks.. aware of how he was feeling, embaressed at what he was feeling and... really... really... turned on right now.

See, the thing with women is that.. they will always have the advantage of the man, if the man has no practice in self-restraint, self-control. Her clothing had become more and apparently effective at close range, the longer he looked.. but, he forced himself to look at her eyes.. but, the bottom part of his jaw was still left hanging slightly.

"Its old."

Do I mean those? Do I mean 'those'?

The distance between them closed in rather quickly, as his arms suddenly went under her jacket, and around her whole waist, suddenly hugging her, perhaps a bit possessively, as he looked, deadlocked, center, just into her eyes, mouth still slightly open by what he was seeing..

...Just a few inches away from her lips, and losing all control...

..."...Y-Yeah. I-I m-mean th-those."

She was so asking for him to get on his knees and roll over for her..

[Jenna Scorn]

She was rather shocked, his sudden movements. closing in on her, invading her space. She almost let out a sharp cry of surprise, but it was replaced with a soft huff of air from her lips.

His arms were enclosed about her now, her eyes drifting to the floor. Swallowing, taking in the tiled floor of the hallway. His breath was hot, almost too hot.

"...Y-Yeah. I-I m-mean th-those."

Lids opened, casting blue orbs upon him once again. Looking into his eyes as he looked into her's. He was close, arms about her waist as she slightly shivered in his arms, but only for a moment.

"......Johnathan?"

What are you doing?

[Winters]

Too Much, Too Soon..

"......Johnathan?"

Embarrassment. Realizing the mistakes that you've made, as soon as you do it leaves the terrible sensation of remorse and absolute guilt. Your face becomes strained, as you feel your head heat up, and you can't think clearly. Everything in your body screams 'pull back', 'run', 'hide', just to make the sudden consuming stress go away. Stress. Too much of it. Too much. Too soon. Way too soon.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?

His mouth shut, the instant he heard that tone of voice. Full of uncertainty. Asking what he was doing. Hell... what WAS he doing?...

...Laughter...

...From inside his skull. At him.

"..."

...That bastard.

But then, it was a part of himself. An ugly part. Something that usually didn't surface up.. It was his turn, after all. That bastard had no right to interfere.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

'Vhat are you talking about? You did zis to yourself, Buddy-Boy.'

'..I-I k-know i-it w-was y-you w-who p-pushed m-me...'

'Really now? I beg to differ. You're za one holding her, not I... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... You've made yourself look like such und IDIOT.'

'...S-Shut u-up..'

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

..This was really 'him' doing this? Myself? ...God, I hate hormones...

He was still holding her, but he'd limited down his breathing.. his eyes were still on her.... And with all the seriousness in the world, he looked to the side, while still hugging her.

"...S-Sorry. N-No e-excuses o-on m-my e-end... t-testosterone g-got th-the b-better o-of m-me th-this t-time. W-Won't h-happen a-again."

....While what he probably should have said was 'Sorry... but I can't help it, when you're just standing there, looking so cute.' Or something along those lines, something cool. But of course, these all have to be 'afterthoughts'. Those are pretty useful things.

The plunging feeling in his stomach was pretty terrible. Didn't want to start off looking too aggressive, like the sex-mongering beast that he probably was. More then aware of the faults of men. His naivety about women becoming only more and more apparent.

...But to suddenly withdraw might also send the wrong message... But to cling on would only contradict himself.. Dammit! He continued hugging, but now, obviously very thoroughly annoyed with himself, as he looked to the side, past her.

"..S-Sorry..."

[Jenna Scorn]

His discomfort had set in, and she could feel it. He wasn't looking at her, maybe he couldn't? she almost wanted to sigh, maybe even cry? But...but why cry? She too looked away, the thought of crying made her brows narrow. As if she had been looking int he mirror, she'd be glaring at herself. Now, shaking the thought from her mind as he spoke.

"...S-Sorry. N-No e-excuses o-on m-my e-end... t-testosterone g-got th-the b-better o-of m-me th-this t-time. W-Won't h-happen a-again."

He had no reason to apologies, if she hadn't done the things she did, said the things she said or dressed the way she had been..maybe neither of them would have been in this mess. But she had done all this things for him, no, for his attention.

She wants to shine forever in time.

He wasn't looking at her. Maybe he couldn't? The thought of him not looking at her, the thought of him never looking at her again was painful.

"..S-Sorry..."

Looking at him, his eyes fixed on everything but her. Her hand would leave his body, the other fixed upon his lower back. That wavering hand would shift, raising to his face. Softly touching his chin as she looked at him.

"No..."

A soft word, a whisper . Gently pulling his face to look at her, blue eyes fixing on the boy before her. Those lips stern, now curling into a very minute smile.

"Promise me something...."

Can you make me a promise?
Can you keep it?

[Winters]

OOC: Sorry for shortish/crappy post. I feel like I'm about to crash, which I probably should...

Ein Versprechen?

"No..."

...

..Her arms had gone around him. This was getting so confusing. Was what he was doing okay, or what he was doing wrong?---

His face was being pulled towards her. And she was.. smiling. Instant relief washed into himself, still maintaining the same grip over her, but really enjoying how she was holding him back...

...The smile was small, but her eyes were smiling.

"Promise me something...."

He paused for a moment. Calamity-She was asking him to promise her something? Why, though? But, that didn't really matter right now. No, didn't matter at all.

She had asked 'him'. He had to accept.. had to.

Uncertainty filled his eyes for a moment, but he was glad at least to be looking into hers. That she.. allowed it.

"...O-Okay..."

[Jenna Scorn]

"...O-Okay..."

she knew he'd accept, but there was a very small part of her that thought he would have rejected her. Denied her everything, but why? Because, Calamity...no...Jenna had been denied many times. Jenna was a failure, but she was no more than a few specks of dirt on Calamity's trail of heartache.

Everyone had left Jenna.
Everyone she had ever cared about.
Daisuke, her father.....her mother.

Tongue lined her lower lip.

Promise you'll never leave me.
Please, never leave my side.

"That you'll never look away from me like that again..."

[Winters]

OOC: Not very long, but, but, I feel if I added too much, it'd take away from it.. Just hope that it's decent.

Die Pause

"That you'll never look away from me like that again..."

A pause.

Jonathan was.. surprised.

Her eyes.. were saying many things. He could barely get anything out of all the things that she was really trying to say in a single, rather defining statement. 'Never look away like that'? Did she.. did she...?

So many responses. Jonathan's face remained solid as stone. What should he say? He was nothing, in comparison to her, and how she made him feel. Had to... still... repay her kindness for the day before, in spite of how he had knocked her down, in spite of how coldly he had first approached her.. Just more sins to add to his list. Because I'm such an idiot, in so many respects, sins I can't forgive myself for... How can I answer this?

She was holding him. Holding him in spite of all this. In spite of how terrible he felt of himself, in spite of making her feel this terrible..

I'll pay her back. I promise I will.

Eyes closed, and his forehead slowly went to hers, just a few inches away from her, holding her to himself, and to himself alone.

"..O-Okay."

[Jenna Scorn]

His forehead against her's, something she'd never forget. The two of them embraced one another, standing still in the hallway of 259. And at that very moment, Calamity doubted that anyone else knew or even felt half of the things they were at that very moment.

"..O-Okay."

That's all he had said, but his actions had said more then his words. With his forehead against her's she smiled softly. He cared, and she knew this. Now, how much he cared? She wasn't sure, but she didn't need to question that, not now at least.

Her fingers drifted from his chin, trailing down to his chest where her hand would rest now. Finger's softly circling around his tie, giving a soft tug.

"Good."