an arrangement of distant stars // arctic
Dec 4, 2016 18:32:47 GMT -5
Post by Gryphon on Dec 4, 2016 18:32:47 GMT -5
mars ramsey
District 9 ♔ 17
District 9 ♔ 17
Think. Speak. Hear.
Are you fuckin' kidding me?
A DATE?
Have they lost their goddamn MINDS, do they hate me THAT much?
"I've known the boy's mother since I started school, Mars," my mother piped up in reply. I was staring at her in the kitchen, fucking dumbfounded. Her back was turned to me, cooking on the stove. Without having to study her expression, I can already see the patronizing disdain she has on it by hearing the tone of that fucking annoying voice of hers through a shit-eating grin. "We were best friends, and still are, and seeing how we've both had sons who are clearly troublesome in their own unique ways..." She pauses. I clench my teeth, already wanting to wipe the smug look I was anticipating off her face.
She turns to me and I'm caught by a bit of surprise because she actually looks solemn for once. I can't read what her brows, her eyes, her lips, her stance were all saying because they all each lacked a distinguishable, recognizable sign that stitched themselves together to make a sort of emotion in the form of words. She was just somber. Vacant. "...we figured you both could use each other's company and find solace in it. We can't help you, so maybe this is what you guys need."
Fuck off, fuckofffuckofffuckofffffffff. She knows that's not going to work, I can't get along with anybody even if I actually tried to--including trying to be patient when shit isn't working out. Everyone's a kid and I'm a fucking bear, sleeping and minding my own business but they're all poking and prodding at me with a stick until they wake me up and piss me off. When I get up and stand on my hindlegs, raising my claws at them and threatening to tear them apart for provoking me, they all scream and run off like the pieces of shit they are.
I don't need anyone, because they don't need me. That's just the way things are for me and I'm gonna have to fuckin' live with it, so she needs to stop trying to interfere with my life because no matter what she does, it's just not going to work.
She turns back to the food she's cooking, her voice now actually matching her empty ass features. "Go get dressed. You're going to this date, whether you like it or not."
Fuck.
You.
"His name's Kristian. He's at the town square, you'll know him when you see him because he always wears this blue cap. Love you."
Fuck off. Liar.
I don't say another word to her fucking face as I get the hell out of the house and make my way over to the square, relieved that I have to deal with this cold now instead of hers. Donning a black jacket with a brown fur hood over white and gray checkered flannel, dark brown jeans, and black boots, I walk quickly, staring ahead as winter draws icy breaths out of my lungs for me to see from the bottom center of my eyes.
This is a fucking bad idea. Probably gonna take just a few words for me to become pissy already and get the guy to run away from me. Kristian was his name, right? Wonder what he's like. Is he like all the others?
...No shit, of course he would be. Why else is there no one in my life who can put up with my bullshit, not even my own family?
I shouldn't be doing this, but my feet keep moving forward anyway until I finally reach the square. My eyes scan the area, examining every face I see until it lands on the guy. He's...shorter than I thought he would be, but he's got the blue cap. Okay, that's him.
A loud sigh leaves my lips as I drag my feet over to Kristian. Quickly do I go from only wanting to get this over with to dread manifesting in my chest and spreading outwards.
...Shit, I'm...actually going to do this.
Ugh, I don't want to do thissssss. I hope I fuckin' make him leave so I don't have to deal with this crap. I can feel my nerdy ass face heat up as I close the distance between us and stand in front of him, staring down at my feet. I try to speak, cause guess I gotta fucking try once again. My voice is a bit shaky, but if I can just say the words then fine by me! Fine! It's a bit quiet too, but I know he can hear me as I ask him the question.
"You're...Kr--Kristian, right...?"
I lick my lips nervously, awaiting his reply.
marcellus rhodes 11b arc
