(sole)sweepingcurtain

"Ash." she said one word and managed to cram in so much emotion, anger disgust, tenderness, love, hate, sadness, pity, and even more. "She--well shes got her boyfriend, and they've been together since like I was twelve, and Ash is all," Dittany waved her hands i the air for a moment, then mimed a bump in front of her stomach. "Pr--pregnant," Dittany spoke the word like it had a taboo on it.

The worst hadn't even been said. She ran the scene through her head, glowing Ash telling Dittany they were moving in with her, 'fiance,' smiling about the baby and telling Dittany how cool it would be being an aunt. The young girl remembered staring at Ash then thinking, what about Trand? Ash and I would be even further away from him... I could never visit him... Dittany was unsure what to do, break up with him, still try to visit, or even ask... the unthinkable...

Dittany sighed, "I know Trand... thats why I..." she put her head against him for a moment then looked at him. "I have an idea, but its not really all that great Trand..." she looked at him, debating whether to reveal her plan or not. It had seemed so brilliant when she had been running to his house, but now it seemed stupid and childish. Deciding to just get it over with, Dittany spoke in a hushed, fast voice, "I told Ash it was great news, but that you'd asked me to work for you and now Im moving into the guest room, im so sorry!" she cringed. Of course trand hadnt known anything about her working for/moving in with plan, but it had worked. Ash had been exctatic that her little sister would be moving away and she could finally get some peace--there had been tears but Dittany had told Ash she would be moving out in a few weeks.

The weeks part was so that if Trand said no, she could get her own place and move in. This part of the plan her more calculating side had come up with--it was brilliant. She looked away then, ashamed she had even told Trand.

ooc- g2g!!!

ooc- ^^ I luff putting charrys in such positions they dont like. Di is secretly freaking out.

"Jeez, I wonder what you would have said If I told Ash I was marrying you," she teased then walked with purpose over to a window, inspecting one of his many trees. She frowned. "You really need to take better care of these poor trees!" she whined--a perfectionest, Dittany had beencalled one often and as she looked out the window she was frowning. Suddenly it was really bothering her, the whole tree thing--she would have to look at the trees everyday! Ill be working around them... she thought, a slight twinge of sadness coming with the thought, Dittany knew she would miss her old place, her friends, fellow workers...

That exact moment, Dittany knew this was the wrong choice for her. It wasnt the worst, and for the most part her whole being was happy she would be with Trand, but deep in her mind this wasnt for her. Dittany felt herself scheming--she would tell Ash she'd had a change of heart, and would be staying in their house alone. Dittany felt herself begin to smile, then she would keep her own house and alternate between living with Trand, and living on her own. A break-up between Trand and her would leave Dittany her own home to go to, and she could work shifts at both places. It would be a dream.

Dittany turned on Trand and for a moment the bizarre compulsion to slap him came over her. Dittany? A mooch... of course she would work for Trand while she lived here--what else would one do to be useful? Instead she let herself calm down, a long hard process that involved her chattering non-stop for a few minutes while frequently moving, closing her eyes and hiding her face from Trand. She hadn't always had a temper, but she had known Trand awhile now, he knew her too and she was furious to think he would expect her to be a lazy bum just sitting around the house taking up space. The teen chanted in her head, 'He was kidding,' until finally a part of her believed it.

Finally, oh finally she had brought herself back to a peaceful enough state of mind and let her big grey eyes grow sweet and full of curiosity once more. The lingering anger toward Trand had faded, and she even had a back-up story if he asked her about her sudden bought of chitter-chatter. Pressing against him she batted her eye-lashes and yawned, "Sorry, before I started talking so much, you asked about my old house? I'm not really sure, a lot has happened there, it would be nice to keep it. If I think I can fetch a good price for it, Ill sell," she spoke carefully. While running to her current destination, she had given the matter a bit of thought and that annoying, evil part of her brain had come up with the lie about memories to cover up her fear of a break-up. Trand was a gentle-man, but if she got him angry, Dittany wasn't sure what he'd say or do if they were stuck in the same house.

The infatuated teen within screamed to her that there wouldn't be a break-up, that her and Trand were meant to be. Her mother had told her to always be wary of guys because the second everything started to be going right, they always backed out. Dittany had gone by the minimal-dating rule for a good sum of her dating-life, but with Trand it was different. Not one of those bad-boy where she could drop her perfectionist mask, but a sweet one who would support her and let her fall apart. Really Titan preferred a supportive guy whose shoulder she could cry on, to one that didn't care enough to do anything. Her mothers words echoed in her head once more, maybe Trand was just using her? Maybe he really had another girl-friend? (-coughcough Nachelle-) Maybe Im just being paranoid... she finally thought.

The nervous teen wiped her face off with her arm. After a long, hard run over to her boyfriends house, and a stressful talk with him she wasnt surprised to find herself sweating. It was one of the things that made her feel so human, so vulnerable. The usually composed teen let her face fall into its usual mask, no emotion shown. Dittany was proud of her face and had the funny feeling if she had to write her life, it would have gone soemthing like, 'With the sweat wiped away from her brow, the anxiety I was feeling came off with it.' That was stupid though... writing her life, p-sha! Only the Capitol would think to write down a persons life and be so extremely interested in it.