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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 5, 2009 21:20:54 GMT
I honestly don't know why, or if, I'm angry at him. Unless I'm just that fickle. But I probably shouldn't try talking to him right now when I don't know what the hell is going on in my head... so I think I'm just annoyed that he didn't leave. Yes, that makes lots of sense.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 5, 2009 21:24:09 GMT
Why can't she say something? Something that'd piss me off further so I could be properly angry with a proper reason would be nice, but right now I'll take anything.
So I just half turn round when I realise I'm still staring at the door, as if I'm going to say something to her, but then I can't think of what it would be so I just remain silent.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 5, 2009 21:28:49 GMT
This is getting kind of strange, just standing here only half looking at each other and not saying anything. And I feel like I ought to be frustrated but I just can't even be bothered.
"I think... maybe I'm going to go," I say after a moment, but not yet moving toward the door as if I need to wait for him to get out of the way.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 5, 2009 21:34:46 GMT
I pause at that, waiting for her to actually leave, and then frowning exasperatedly when she just stands there.
I half-shift my weight from one foot to the other so I'm leaning away from the door and out of her way, but it's not as if I was in the way anyway.
"Go on, then."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 5, 2009 21:38:09 GMT
Dammit, why did that annoy me?
"No, never mind," I mutter, shaking my head, and slapping at the wall beside me briefly in the hope that thhat will help and I won't be so annoyed. "I think I'll just stay here, never mind."
I turn around and head to my room, determined not to try and interact with him again until I stop feeling like I woke up in the wrong dimension.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 5, 2009 21:47:59 GMT
"Fine," I mutter as indifferently as possible, shrugging slightly.
She never can make up her bloody mind, can she? Going out, staying in...him, me...whatever or whoever else she fucks about with.
And I'm evidently really just picking at things now, because I've always known that and she's always been indecisive and I've never particularly cared all that much.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 5, 2009 21:51:09 GMT
I nod again in acknowledgment he's spoken, opening the door but then pausing as if I've been plannig to say this all along but haven't got around to it yet.
"I think I might be pregnant by the way."
And I guess that I feel quite dramatic today... or something... because with that I close the door, not even waiting for his reaction.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 5, 2009 21:57:56 GMT
Interestingly enough, the first thing that comes to mind is just more irritation because you don't just say something like that and then leave. You can't just do that. You can't just announce something as fucked as that and then leave.
So I pause and stay standing by the door like I've been doing this entire time and stare after her until the continued annoyance finally dissolves into something more like an incoherent stream of profanity. I stay still and listen to that for a moment, and then head sluggishly after her even if the phrase she's used stirs up some dormant instinct to run in the other direction as fast as possible.
I open the door after her without any regards to privacy and say rather intelligently, "What the fuck?" which hopefully covers all bases and will help what she just said make sense.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 5, 2009 22:01:39 GMT
I look up from where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up to my chest while i stare at the ground, and attempt to stifle my amusement because it really isn't funny.
"I don't know, it's probably just my overactive imagination," I shrug, shaking my head. "Just... the thing with Shell, and all, and I'm jumping to conclusions."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 5, 2009 22:07:42 GMT
I pause, folding my arms across my chest loosely for something to do with my hands.
It's incredibly relieving that it's speculation, rather than definite, and a little bit annoying that she had to announce that like she was sure because it was very misleading.
"So you don't know? So you're probably not?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 5, 2009 22:11:10 GMT
"Probably," I nod, with some trepidation because really I haven't a clue and I don't know if I am just over-imagining, or being very wishful in thinking that it's just my imagination.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 5, 2009 22:17:29 GMT
I watch her silently for a moment, because agreeing that she's probably not and speaking and acting as apprehensively as she is doesn't quite mesh up.
"Shouldn't you...find out, somehow?" I mutter.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 6, 2009 2:37:35 GMT
"Yes, probably that too," I nod, but don't really make a move to do anything because it's not like I can just find out here and now anyway.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 6, 2009 10:45:45 GMT
Why did she have to tell me if she didn't know for sure? Couldn't she have found out first?
Because now I don't know what to say or do, apart from hope feverently that it really is just an overactive imagination.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 10, 2009 1:47:40 GMT
((Fuck it, I really hate this idea even though (or because) it was mine.  )) |
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 12, 2009 14:39:59 GMT
(lol. want to drop it then?) |
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 12, 2009 16:26:27 GMT
((Yeah, pretty much.  Though I don't know what we should do now.)) |
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 12, 2009 16:28:39 GMT
(wooo then! we suck.) |
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 12, 2009 16:33:48 GMT
((Lol... *high-fives* Or maybe we just tried to do too much drama too fast?))
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 12, 2009 16:38:42 GMT
(*high fives* lol. yeah, probably...we should try and space it out a bit... ) |
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 12, 2009 16:46:06 GMT
((Aye.... So maybe just try for a normalish sort of thread?))
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 12, 2009 16:50:28 GMT
(if you want, yeah.)
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 12, 2009 16:54:04 GMT
((Well, you would have to make it since technically I came here to work rather than play... or we could just wait for a bit.))
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 12, 2009 16:57:39 GMT
(awwwww. let's just wait for a bit then, because i'm illiterate today.)
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 12, 2009 17:00:46 GMT
((Ah, all right then. ZBut don't you claim that most days?))
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 12, 2009 17:06:32 GMT
(eh...yeah, probably. i could try and write one if you want.)
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 12, 2009 17:12:43 GMT
(( And if you like... *shrug* I really should be working, so either way's fine with me.)) |
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Post by Logan Andrews on Feb 12, 2009 17:17:57 GMT
(eh...i'll start one and see if it gets finshed then.)
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Post by Arden Patricks on Feb 12, 2009 17:19:08 GMT
((Rightio... *salutes*))
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))
Though I don't know what we should do now.))