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Post by mimi riter on Jul 13, 2010 12:57:13 GMT -5
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I don’t understand why I can’t find a decent cup of coffee in this godforsaken town.
Back in New York City, I could walk two blocks from my apartment and already pass a Starbucks and an indie coffee shop (the latter of which I frequented most). I honestly cannot live without coffee. I’d have at least four cups a day at the shop, two at the office and countless more at home. To say that I’m addicted to caffeine is an understatement. I always have it the same way. Large, black (just like my men -- only kidding, of course, don’t take that seriously) and with some ridiculous amount of sugar. Like, five packets. More if I happened to be particularly stressed. My best friend back home told me that I was going to die at some ridiculous early age if I didn’t kick the habit. My opinion? Throw me on my death bed and pour coffee in the IV. Doesn’t bother me in the least.
Of course, NYC has a lot of things that this place doesn’t. That’ll teach me to move on a whim. Really, I’m an idiot -- one broken heart (or two) and I’m out? Pathetic. I at least should’ve done some research. I literally just pulled up a map of the US on Google, closed my eyes, and put my finger on ‘Ohio’. Then, because I still didn’t know what the hell I was doing, I pulled up a specific map of the state and my finger landed on ‘Lima’. I called the school, scored a job as a teacher, and here I am.
And they still have no freaking coffee, except for a Starbucks but their coffee is terrible.
So here I am, driving around this town, looking for some coffee that I don’t have to make at home. I don’t like McDonald’s, because they always do something funky to the coffee and it’s disgusting. I really shouldn’t be driving. This seems like a place where a lot of old people drive and I have pretty terrible road rage. I’m not even that much of an angry person, just… Hell, when I get behind the wheel. But in New York, I didn’t need a car. I walked everywhere I needed to go. But here… It’s like a freaking ghost town. Not really, but compared to NYC, it seems like it.
And now this broad won’t go faster. Seriously? Do you need HELP crossing this intersection? I’ll be glad to assist.
Oh, she turned. There we go.
I felt a surge of hope as I spotted the Lima Mall. It looked ridiculously small, but I’d been to small malls before and some of them had some stellar coffee places. I parked my car and, with a bit of a skip to my step, I crossed the distance of the parking lot and entered. I couldn’t help but grimace when I saw the state of the place. Yeah, it was nice, but a lot of empty storefronts separated the few stores there were. Not a lot of people happened to be at the mall, aside from a few ignorant looking teenagers I was sure I’d see in class when the year started, and I made my way down to the food court. Or, what there was of one, anyways.
While most of the time being four foot eight sucks (I have Growth Hormone Deficiency Disorder, and my parents couldn’t afford the treatment), it’s nice to be able to wander through people without being too noticed. I hate being noticed unless I want to be. Call me bitter, but half of the fun of New York City was being anonymous as much as I wanted to be. Not to say I don’t like conversing with people, because if they can banter with me then I’m all for it, but otherwise? Well. I don’t know. People can be pretty fun at times. Depends on the person.
I didn’t find any coffee, but I did find an ice cream parlor and it’d been awhile since I last had ice cream. Or, well, about two weeks, which is just as bad. I got in line (getting the best view of a rather saggy ass of a quite tall, large woman -- that’s the part about my height that sucks) and pulled a wad of cash out of my pocket once I advanced to the front. I ordered some mint chocolate chip in a bowl (because cones melt too easily) and proceeded over to a table, sitting on top of it with my feet on one of the chairs.
People watching. I was okay with that.
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Post by william schuester on Jul 20, 2010 20:19:34 GMT -5
 a chair is still a chair[/SIZE][/color][/font] EVEN WHEN THERE'S NO ONE SITTING THEREbut a chair is not a house, and a house is not a home[/SIZE][/color][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color][/center]
This was it. Today was going to be the first day of school again, and I was excited, depressed, and exhilarated all at the same time. All I could think about was how one, I was going to be earning money again, so I could stop carefully counting out my wages, as I usually did during the summer, two, how I kissed Emma! What in Hell was I thinking? That I loved her, yes, but she was with some stuck-up briefs wearing dentist with the chance of getting a root canal... In my imagination, at least. No, I'd never seen the guy...
So what was I really up against? The third thing that kept whirling around in my mind with Glee Club. Technically, we hadn't won Regionals, or even placed, so Figgins was probably going to want sixty bucks a month out of my pockets again for the club. Or maybe, just maybe, because Glee was revived by the very Sue Sylvester who tried to destroy it, maybe it would be funded. At least for a little while. And if Ken, Finn, Puck, and Sandy were willing, we could always start up Acafellas again for a little extra Glee money.
I'd just gone to Mello-Cream Donuts for a coffee, something that Lima wasn't exactly famous for providing. Sue had found a Starbucks somewhere, but Will didn't feel the need for all that fancy jazz and extra dough on his coffee. Mello-Cream's was just fine, and just as far of a drive. I was on my way to the Lima Mall, somewhere I'd only go today, just to clear my mind. And hell, I wanted a Cinnabon really badly.
Lima Mall wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. There was technically one restaurant--Ruby Tuesday, a place I wasn't particularly interested in going due to bad service--and a few order-at-the-counter "restaurants". There was a Hallmark, a Walden Books (one of my favourite places), a Radio Shack, and much more, but at the same time, very little. It had a nice, cutesy atmosphere, and to make the mall bigger, there were chairs and tables scattered randomly everywhere for whatever eating needs that no one seemed to have.
Well, that was new, exciting, and strange. There was a new ice cream store! Over the counter, of course, they'd never bother to put in an old fashioned well owned ice cream parlour. But what really caught my eye was a strange sight to see. At first, by her height, I thought it was April, but her hair was darker. Did she get it dyed? No, this was a completely different person altogether, and as soon as she got her ice cream, she sat on top of the table, her legs and feet in the chair.
I like to know people in the town I work at, and I'm sure I would've remembered someone like this. I took my coffee and my Cinnabon over, smiled, and said, Hi there. I'm Will Schuester. I'd shake your hand, but then you'd have Cinnabon icing all over it. Are you new in town?
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notes. ta-da~ :D yes, mello-cream is an actual coffee shop near lima ;3
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Post by mimi riter on Jul 24, 2010 12:17:56 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ The first day of school was today and yet, instead of flipping out (as I should have been), I was sitting in the Lima Mall eating ice cream. Then again, I tried to freak out as little as possible. My temper would usually cloud my judgment and terrible things would happen. Or perhaps that’s me exaggerating, but that’s beside the point. The point is I was way too relaxed for someone who was about to teach for the first time in their lives, in a school where they knew nobody, and I wasn’t making any effort to change that. But maybe this was good. Yeah, maybe I’d just mess up if I was tense. Or perhaps I didn’t care. It was probably the latter. These were teenagers I’d be dealing with. In my experience, both as an adult and a teenager myself, they’d hate me anyways and the most I could do was sit back and poke fun at them in ways they wouldn’t understand. I underestimated teenagers, but hey. They all appeared to be ignorant and stupid. What else was I supposed to do?
Man, teaching is definitely not the profession for me.
I heard a male voice, mid-spoon lick, I glanced up at him. He was young, about my age, if I could guess right (though I did look young for my age -- the disorder has some perks), and he had a head of curly brown hair. Not to mention a smile that reminded me of Gabriel’s; I’d have to ignore that. I focused in, then, on his words, and I reached up to scratch the side of my nose while I mused over how to answer him. He seemed quite friendly, much more welcoming than those in New York City but I wasn’t really used to people striking up conversation with me without a motive. I decided to be straight forward; I couldn’t be bothered with sarcasm. The ice cream was far too good.
“Hey there,”
[/b] I responded back, finally, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth before licking my lips clean of the dessert. “I’m Mimi. Mimi Riter, and I’m quite glad you decided not to shake my hand. Then again, I could always dip mine in the ice cream first and we could create some sort of spectacular new dessert food. Bet we’d make money. We could start by knocking out that place,”[/b] I paused to gesture to a closed Chinese restaurant, “for starters, and then… Eventually just buy out McDonalds with our fortune and go from there.”[/b] A smirk settled on my lips as I suavely crossed my right leg over my left, taking another bite before moving on to his next question. “Yep, sure am new. Moved here a couple of days ago, from Manhattan. I’m going to be a teacher at that… William McKinley High School. Should be interesting.”[/b] Shifting slightly on top of the table, I turned my attention from him to my empty dish, wrinkling my nose in dissatisfaction. I stood, hopping down from the chair long enough to toss it in the nearby trash can, then returned to where I’d been previously perched. “What about you? Have you, uh, lived here long? I mean, I’d assume that you would have because you asked me if I was new… Unless that was some sort of weird pick-up line, but I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt on that one.”[/b][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by william schuester on Aug 3, 2010 16:56:07 GMT -5
a room is still a room [/SIZE][/color][/font] EVEN WHEN THERE'S NOTHING THERE BUT GLOOMbut a room is not a house, and a house is not a home[/SIZE][/color][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color][/center]
The woman looked up at me, her wavy brunette hair bouncing slightly around her dazzling blue eyes, and I felt... baffled. Like an awkward silence. She was in the middle of licking her ice cream off of her spoon when she had looked up at me, and before her response, she ceased attacking her ice cream with her tongue, and scratched the side of her nose. A little odd. Hey there, I’m Mimi. Mimi Riter, and I’m quite glad you decided not to shake my hand. Then again, I could always dip mine in the ice cream first and we could create some sort of spectacular new dessert food. Bet we’d make money. We could start by knocking out that place, for starters, and then… Eventually just buy out McDonalds with our fortune and go from there.
[/i] She had somehow been able to fit another bite of ice cream between her words, and tilted her head towards Chopsticks Express, a place that actually didn't have bad Chinese food. If Terri hadn't ordered it every night during her fake pregnancy. Still thinking about it made the vein in my neck bulge with anger, hurt, despair... okay, the point is proven, but it still makes me want to crawl into a hole. Mimi smirked, crossed her legs, downed another bite of ice cream, and moved on. Yep, sure am new. Moved here a couple of days ago, from Manhattan. I’m going to be a teacher at that… William McKinley High School. Should be interesting. What about you? Have you, uh, lived here long? I mean, I’d assume that you would have because you asked me if I was new… Unless that was some sort of weird pick-up line, but I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt on that one.[/i] As Mimi stood and threw out her ice cream, I realized how short she really was, but before I could give a proper estimate, she was sitting atop the table again. I checked my watch. Fifteen minutes before I should leave. Wow, Manhattan?[/color] I asked, astonished. Why would anyone want to leave Manhattan for Lima? Yeah, I've been living in Lima since I was a kid actually... Kind of lame, I guess. I went to William McKinley, and I'm the Spanish teacher there now.[/color] I realized I had finished my Cinnabon, and took another sip of my coffee, while also removing a napkin I had taken from my pocket, wiping my hand, and tossing the used tissue paper in the trash. Well Mimi,[/color] I said, extending my clean hand, It's very nice to meet you. Now, if you don't want to be late for your first day on the job, then we'd better head out. Figgins is a... meticulous man.[/color] [/blockquote][/SIZE] when the two of us are far apart [/SIZE][/color][/font] AND ONE OF US HAS A BROKEN HEARTnow and then i call your name[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center] words. 315
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Post by mimi riter on Aug 4, 2010 12:34:32 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ I was sort of put off by the fact that my entire spiel about opening a new chain of restaurants went uncommented on, but I knew I could get sort of overwhelming at first. I mean, he’d only just come up to introduce himself and I was already going on and on about something that really made no sense at all. But still, I’d just spewed out prime inside joke making material and he didn’t latch onto any of it. I wrinkled my nose at this fact but decided not to try and prompt him into bantering with me. I didn’t expect to find anyone who would. I hoped, sure, but Lima, Ohio didn’t hold much more for me than a job and a place that didn’t remind me of past experiences. No, this was someplace entirely new. I had to remember that.
Plus, he had a sort of fascinated look on his face when I moved on to where I was from, and a small smirk settled on my lips. “Yep, the very same. Since I was eighteen, actually. Had some pretty interesting times there.”
[/b] That was for sure. More of a genuine grin settled on my lips as he spoke of living in Lima his entire life. “Wouldn’t call it lame, really. Sweet, perhaps. It’s sort of nice that you’ve got your entire being invested in one place. Makes things more special. Me, well. I was born in England, moved to Staten Island, then to New York City, now here. None of those places hold particularly stunning memories for me. Though, maybe that’s because I’m not a sentimental person. But hey, a Spanish teacher, eh? And at the same school! Small world. Or, small town, I guess I should say.”[/b] I glanced down at his hand, hesitating a moment before taking it in mind. His hand was much larger, though I managed to keep a firm grip as I shook it twice. I retracted my hand, then glanced down at the coffee in his other, gesturing to it. “Where’d you get that? Is it any good? I’ve been dying for a cup of coffee. Or two. Or three. But one to start.”[/b] He was then going on about something regarding leaving for school and I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Oh, well, here came the worries. “Figgins? Is that the guy I couldn’t understand on the phone?”[/b] Clearing my throat uncomfortably, I paused before adding, “Hey… How do you get to the school from here? I went in once before to set my classroom up and everything, but I sort of just drove around the town for an hour hoping I’d find it. And I did, but I don’t think I know how to get back there. I’m not really good with directions.”[/b] Frowning, almost pitifully, I slid off of the table and crossed my arms over my stomach.[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by mimi riter on Aug 8, 2010 15:39:55 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ I cocked an eyebrow up at him as he said that he had too much time invested in Lima, Ohio. I supposed it wasn’t anything like the big city. People here must have known him since he was a kid and watched him grow up. I wondered how cliché this town really was, in regards to the family feel small places seemed to have on television. Yeah, I watched Gilmore Girls. I mean, it seemed like it was that kind of cliché, the way he’d already just walked right up to me because he didn’t recognize me, but that might have just been his personality. Perhaps no one else in this town gave a shit. I know that I didn’t really give a shit. Then again, I was from New York City and really wasn’t a fan of the human race. This Will guy didn’t seem too shabby, though. Probably someone I’d latch onto for good conversation, at the very least, so I didn’t feel ridiculously stupid in meetings or something.
“Well, memories are good,”
[/b] I shrugged absentmindedly, “But if you’re tired of it here, why haven’t you left? I mean, you’ve got a job, yeah, but there are teaching positions available elsewhere, too. And, due to the fact that I see no ring on your finger, I’m going to assume you’re not married so you don’t have to discuss it with anyone before you leave. Granted, I don’t know if you have a girlfriend or not, but in my experience relationships just end terribly. Though, it might be different for you, I don’t know. I might just suck. But anyways, really, why haven’t you gone if you think you’ve lived here too long?”[/b] I sometimes forgot that not everyone was like me. He probably wanted to be close to his family, whereas I chose to be as far away from them as I possibly could (I hadn’t spoken to any of them since I called my mom to let her know that my engagement with Noah was off -- she was pissed, really). If I wanted to go somewhere, I picked up and went. I never let anything hold me back because I didn’t let myself love anyone who didn’t love me back. Or, at the very least, I never admitted it to myself. I grinned as he spoke of Glee Club, cocking an eyebrow. “A performer, are you?”[/b] I prompted, impressed. “I was in Glee Club, too. Got pretty good, too, considering they always had to shove me up front since I’m so damn short. Four foot six when I started. Gained a whole two inches before graduation, too! I was pretty psyched for that. Anyways, we ended up going to nationals all four years I was in it, won twice. Pretty stellar, if I do say so myself. Always been a fan of musical theater. I was on Broadway, once. Not that you care, I’m sure, but I’m rambling here so whatever. A leading role, too. Adelaide, in the revival of Guys and Dolls. Other than that, I’ve just been in off-Broadway things, but they were performances nevertheless.”[/b] I shrugged and smirked again. I loved bringing up my short Broadway career. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “I can’t speak Spanish, but I’m pretty good with French. I learned it when I was young, because when I lived in England, the family used to take trips over there a lot. So.”[/b] I loved how I went from trips to France to living in Lima, Ohio. Really. He spoke of coffee, but I knew I’d go on about that for awhile so instead I skipped over it to his comment about Figgins. “School budget? No, no, I doubt I’ll have any problems there. I’ve grown up with the idea of students buying their own books so they can make notes in the margins, and other than that, I’ll just need paper for tests and such. Then again, I use a lot of paper… But, no matter, if I need to, I’ll buy my own. Not like I spend a whole lot of money, really.”[/b] My eyes widened as he offered to let me hitch a ride and get coffee on the way to school. Wonderful. I wouldn’t get lost AND I’d get coffee? “My God,”[/b] I responded, then smirked in a joking manner. “You’re a beautiful, beautiful man, you know that? Coffee and a ride. Keep it up and I might let you bang me in the janitor’s closet.”[/b] I meant that as a joke. I hope he took it as such. Really, I wasn’t that trashy -- I’d do it in a locked office, at the very least. “C’mon, I’m going through caffeine withdraws.”[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by william schuester on Aug 15, 2010 15:57:12 GMT -5
midnight, getting uptight where are you [/SIZE][/color][/font] YOU SAID YOU'D MEET ME, NOW IT'S QUARTER TO TWOi know i'm hanging but i'm still wanting you[/SIZE][/color][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color][/center]
Mimi Riter: female, age unknown, looks around mine, pretty/cute, quirky, very short, talks a lot. That was what was in her file under my mental "people-I-know" file cabinet. She was also interesting though, and she certainly was interested in me. Or my stories. She looked skeptical at my mentioning of investing too much time in Lima, and I gave a shrug. If she wanted to dig into my past, then I'd let her. If she didn't, then I wasn't going to tell her. All the memories were too mind numbing nowadays to even care anymore. What I really wanted was to either have Emma back, or to get over her. The latter seemed to be the easiest, considering the circumstances, but some part of me also didn't want to get over her. Deep down, I still loved Emma for the person she was. But she had moved on, and now it was my turn to do so. "Well, memories are good. But if you’re tired of it here, why haven’t you left? I mean, you’ve got a job, yeah, but there are teaching positions available elsewhere, too. And, due to the fact that I see no ring on your finger, I’m going to assume you’re not married so you don’t have to discuss it with anyone before you leave. Granted, I don’t know if you have a girlfriend or not, but in my experience relationships just end terribly. Though, it might be different for you, I don’t know. I might just suck. But anyways, really, why haven’t you gone if you think you’ve lived here too long?"
[/i] She had hit the nail on the head. It was official. I was embarrassed, and stuck between a rock and a hard place. Yikes. "Um, well, I uh,"[/color] I said, trying to think clearly again. "I was married. I divorced. Then I got into a relationship for a few days, and it got messed up, so she broke it off. She's actually... the guidance counselour at the high school. After we broke up, I stayed single. Been that way since June."[/color] Why I wondered if she gave a damn or not, I don't know, but some part of me wanted her to care. Not that I was disgustingly self-absorbed, and I thought that the world revolved around me or anything. Now that I thought about it, I really hadn't had anyone to vent about it to, and to release all the mental stress. Maybe having this woman as a friend would be good for me after all. Moving on. "A performer, are you?"[/i] I nodded. "I was in Glee Club, too. Got pretty good, too, considering they always had to shove me up front since I’m so damn short. Four foot six when I started. Gained a whole two inches before graduation, too! I was pretty psyched for that. Anyways, we ended up going to nationals all four years I was in it, won twice. Pretty stellar, if I do say so myself. Always been a fan of musical theater. I was on Broadway, once. Not that you care, I’m sure, but I’m rambling here so whatever. A leading role, too. Adelaide, in the revival of Guys and Dolls. Other than that, I’ve just been in off-Broadway things, but they were performances nevertheless. I can’t speak Spanish, but I’m pretty good with French. I learned it when I was young, because when I lived in England, the family used to take trips over there a lot. So."[/i] When she mentioned being a performer as well, I was immediately more animated and excited, all of my woes and worries put in the back of my mind. "Guys and Dolls? Great show. Have you seen Rock of Ages yet? I went to see it over the summer. Even got to meet Constantine; really interactive, and they loved it when you sang along! I auditioned for Jean Valjean in a local production of Les Miserables. I was accepted... but I had to sacrifice my part to an old friend named Bryan Ryan to save Glee Club."[/color] This time, before I spoke, I smiled. "The Glee Club has this inability to die, despite what comes after it: school principals, cheerleader coaches, and all. And wow. Français, mademoiselle Riter? C'est une langue difficile. That's all I know. I think."[/color] Maybe having friends was what I really needed right now. Ever since Ken had left town (a close friend of mine before our difficulties between Emma), it had been kind of lonely, and especially since Emma wouldn't even let me into her friend zone anymore. Even that was enough for me for the time being. April was practically unreachable; she had to be having sex dreams about me for her to hunt me down. And Shelby was an absolute no. Vocal Adrenaline's coach? I don't think so. And especially since she told Rachel that... that they were hardly family (or at least, with Rachel's melodrama, that's how it sounded)? As much as Rachel pestered and bothered me, despite her stellar voice, that wasn't the kind of thing that you said to a sixteen year old girl, someone who needs their mom. I hadn't been paying full attention to Mimi's ranting about the school budget -- or talking; I was really out of it at the time -- but I nodded and "m'hmm'd" at the appropriate times. I hoped. Luckily, I tuned back in when my attention was required. "My God. You’re a beautiful, beautiful man, you know that? Coffee and a ride. Keep it up and I might let you bang me in the janitor’s closet. C'mon, I’m going through caffeine withdraws."[/i] I almost laughed audibly as her eyes bugged at the small mention of coffee. "Then let's go. Unfortunately, I'm a little too much of a mess to be banging people here and there,"[/color] I said lightly, taking the comment as a joke, even though my comeback was true. But did my break from relationships need to be as long as I anticipated? I put my hand around her wrist lightly to motion us forward, and let go when we were at a good pace. We made it to the parking lot in record time, and sitting where I left it was the Blue Bomber. After the divorce with Terri, I had re-bought it off of another eBay guy, selling the van. Working on it had been the perfect distraction for the summer. Here we are![/color] I announced, opening the passenger door for her, and then walking around to let myself in on the driver's side, starting the car. [/blockquote][/SIZE] hey, jack, it's a fact they're talking in town [/SIZE][/color][/font] I TURN MY BACK AND YOU'RE MESSING AROUNDi'm not really jealous, don't like looking like a clown[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center] words. 797
song. i hate myself for loving you, joan jett and the blackhearts
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notes. late/crap; little bit of power play, i hope you don't mind;
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Post by mimi riter on Aug 20, 2010 23:51:17 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ My day was seemingly taking a turn for the better. I don’t know why I was thinking that, of course; maybe it was because he was the first person I met in Lima, Ohio that wasn’t serving me food or moving boxes into my apartment. Maybe it was because he worked at McKinley so I finally knew someone I’d be working with. If I got lost, I’d… Well, I’d wander around until I found him and then I’d make him tell me where to go. That was always nice. Perhaps it was because he was taking me to get coffee. That was probably the case. I did, after all, have a weakness for coffee and anyone who was willing to get it for me was alright in my book. He started going on about his recent relationship troubles, and I cocked my head curiously to the side. I didn’t know why he was telling me this, but I didn’t mind listening. I guess getting to know him was good. I nodded a few times as he spoke, offering him a small smile -- this one, sympathetic and genuine. Usually I wouldn’t give a flying fuck but he was nice, and a potential friend, so I’d be nice and amicable right back to him. “Guidance counselor, eh?”
[/b] I commented, making a mental note to go stalk my way to the woman’s office just to check her out. I was always a curious person. If I were a cat, I’d be dead by now. “Shame. Relationships are dreadful, aren’t they?”[/b] I was never good at sympathy, really. Usually I just told people to suck it up, but that seemed oddly inappropriate to do to Will. “I’ve only had two relationships in my life as well. One was a co-star, you know, when I was on Broadway. Noah, his name was. Fell in love, got engaged. Found him snogging it up with some other woman three weeks before the wedding. She was tall and pretty. Probably nice, too. Complete opposite of me, but to each their own. And then there was Gabriel. We were, ah, together for awhile. And then he broke it off, and y’know, I was devastated and stupid and vulnerable so we started having sex about a week after the relationship ended. Thought we’d get back together, but then he told me I was just a hobby to him. So, that’s when I made the irrational decision to move here. He was just… Everywhere. In journalism and in my coffee shop and in my apartment, and Noah was all over Broadway and it just sucked. No harm in a small town, really.”[/b] Oh, there I went, spilling my guts -- well, he’d done the same, his was just less complicated, from the sound of it. I needed to talk about it all, anyways. I hadn’t ever told anyone just what Gabriel had said, about me being a hobby, but I needed to get it out. If I was going to be worthless, I wanted people to know, damnit. I couldn’t help but smirk as he got excited about the fact that I was on Broadway and the fact that I was into theater in general. He was much more enthusiastic and it was pretty adorable. I’d have to keep this guy around more often. We could have some pretty interesting discussions. “It was fun, yeah. And of course I’ve seen Rock of Ages. Are you kidding me? Brilliant. Saw it July seventh.”[/b] I grinned broadly, rocking absentmindedly on my feet, nodding periodically as he spoke. “Jean Valjean, really? I wouldn’t give a part up to anyone, but that’s probably because I’m pretentious and in my head no one else can do it better than me. My head’s actually a darling place, but no one else finds it as charming. One day, I’ll find someone who finds me charming and then, in turn, they’ll realize my thoughts are precious and fun stuff will happen.”[/b]… Yeah. Basically. I talked too much, and I knew that, but I hoped he wouldn’t mind. Usually when I went on about things, people seemed to tune me out until I threw something at them to get their attention back. Luckily, I had bad aim so it normally went right past their heads. Lucky bastards. “But if you did it for your Glee Club, I guess that’s alright.”[/b] I grinned playfully as he spoke in French, raising both of my eyebrows in unison. “Je ne sais pas. Je n’ai pas un saucisson dans mon pantalon, et je veux coucher avec toi ce soir. Et je besoin d’un café, et un sandwich.”[/b] I rambled on in the first phrases that popped up in my head, nodding my head gently. As we headed out to his car, I mock gasped at his denial for sex. I mean, I was kidding, but this was a prime opportunity for banter. “Darling, the one thing people should do when they’re in a mess is bang people here and there,”[/b] I smirked, then gestured to myself. “Take me, for example. I’ve mastered the art of having sex to the point where I’m not a whore, but I’m not dry either so on the off chance that anyone will ever see me as more than a hobby, I won’t be too out of practice. It’s nice and I plan to keep the system as long as humanly possible.”[/b] Alright, so maybe I would be out of practice. I hadn’t scoped out the bars or clubs around and up until now, I’d been pretty occupied with Gabriel. But either way. My eyes went wide (teasingly, again) as he opened the door, and I gestured to him in an over dramatic fashion. “And a gentleman, too! Is there anything you aren’t? My God, how are the ladies not sweeping you right up? Goodness gracious, I’d do you in a heart beat.”[/b] Smirking, I slid into the car, extremely psyched that I was going to be getting coffee soon. I fastened my seatbelt and crossed my legs, musing. “I don’t think anyone’s opened the car door for me in… Two months. Wait… No, that was the last time I met a mime. I think it was longer than that. Hm.”[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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