zoink!THERIOT
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you've just been b'zoinked!
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Post by zoink!THERIOT on Dec 28, 2006 2:12:53 GMT
Zoink was in pure devastation. Zoink could have ripped Lorlei’s head off he wanted to. He couldn’t believe himself, really. Words couldn’t describe how he felt. Embarrassed, flushed, angry, surprised- a mixture of all of those. “God, Lorlei…” he half whispered half muttered. “I don’t like you like that.” he said, trying not to smash her feelings to bits and pieces as he did this. He took her small hand in his. “Look…you’re just my friend- a good one. I already love someone else, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I kissed you back. I’m sorry. I really, really, don’t like you that way, Lorlei.” He paused. “You’re beautiful and gorgeous, but…” his voice trailed off. “I’ll see you later.” He shook his head. He got up.
Leaving Lorlei and the food behind him, he walked down the aisle and into the lobby. He looked down the whole way, shaking his head. The ecstasy was gone. The feeling was gone. I can’t believe it. Zoink thought to himself angrily. She likes me that way. Now I bet she thinks I like her too. What have you gotten yourself into? He leaned against the wall next to the concession line. He looked down at his converse, his eyes half closed. His hands went to his pockets almost immediately.
He hoped that she wouldn’t come out after him. He just couldn’t believe it. He shook his head again. “No.” he said out loud, getting a quite a few stares. The stroked his hair for a few seconds before putting his hand back into his pocket again. He flipped his hair from his eyes so he could easily scan the room. Not many people were left. It was, after all, 9:45 or so. He yawned. What a night.
{occ- so sorry. bleh.}
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Post by .x. lorelei carlson; on Dec 28, 2006 2:24:01 GMT
She'd known it. Funny, the only times she was right was when she really, really wanted to be wrong. She didn't say a thing, didn't even bother. She let him talk. She really didn't think she could. She'd probably vomit. Or pass out. Or something. She just couldn't talk anymore. I mean, what had she expected? She just shouldn't expect things anymore. She let him leave. She just sat in the theater. She moved seats though. She didn't thing she could sit there any longer. she moved to the corner, right above the exit in hopes the personell wouldn't see her if they walked in. If she saw anyone she might just-- let's not get into that. So she thought. She leaned her head against the wall and thought. What the fuck had she done? She should have known. She wasn't sure why she was always so oblivious to the obvious. She had known, really. She just supressed it for that one fleeting moment. Supressed it for those few seconds of blissfull ignorance. Lorelei was arrogant. She believed what she wanted to. And it usually left her in a heap. But she always got up. Always got up, right? Maybe not always She didn't feel like moving. Or thinking anymore, for that matter. Maybe going home, taking a bath. With the doors locked and pepper spray. Maybe even a baseball bat. She'd add a gun, but she didn't own one, and she couldn't make the trip down to the weapons store. It was too, scary. She was such a wimp. A bitchy, whiney wimp. Arrogant. Hadn't she been over this? It had all been so great. So great until she made that move. What had she been thinking? Oh, God, he hadn't been. She sat there, not thinking, feeling, moving. Just sat there until the theater was closing down-- at least two or three hours later. It was a long time to be sitting, and her joints were stiff as she got up. And as she walked to her car, her old unreliable piece of crap metal death machine, and as she walked, she wondered. Who was that other girl? Who the hell was she? And as she sat in the driver's seat, she said, quite loudly, I don't care. No, she didn't care anymore. Her days of liking Zoink were over. She might rethink this tomorrow, but in that blind moment of adrenaline, she decided it. Only friends, if she could even muster that up. God, things would be awkward. No more thinking ahead. Live for the moment, Lorelei, even if it bites you in the ass.
[ it rambles ]
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