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Post by Lisa on Jan 23, 2011 15:48:39 GMT
It seems like somethings bothering her when she mentions her mother. Then I remember; "Wait, isn't your mother sick?" I ask.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Jan 23, 2011 15:54:05 GMT
Oops, I suddenly realize I just made a major mess up. My mother would certainly not be out of the house all the time if she were sick. I blush and try to cover up my error, "Erm...well...that was before she got sick." Wanting to change the subject, I saw, "Think you'll be able to come back here in a few days?"
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Post by Lisa on Feb 6, 2011 0:21:23 GMT
I notice a change in her, when I mention her mother and I tilt my head slightly to the side, but decide not to push the mater. There was something a bit off about the situation with her mother and I wondered if I'd ever learn the truth. Her next question, however, put me in a much better mood. "Course I will.." I smiled.
Over the years, Giselle and myself saw each other at our secret meeting place as much as we could. We grew up together, watched each other change and age and grew closer with every passing moment. We soon became best friends, just like I always wanted. Except now, at age sixteen, I was secretly beginning to feel more for her than friendship. I was lazily sprawled across my branch - the same one I walked across the first day we met - with one leg dangling down, so my toes just grazed the water. Giselle was sitting on the ground and when she wasn't looking, I snuck a glance at her - her beautiful, long, yellow hair, her milky white skin. With a sigh, I glanced back up at the clouds in the sky. Over the years I became a little less awkward and a lot better at hiding my true emotions. If Giselle had any idea of my feelings for her, she was great at hiding it. But, no, I was to good at playing the role of the "secret best friend". For some reason I knew she didn't know about my feelings for her.
I glanced down at her again. "I don't get it," I finally broke the long silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, just calm one that said, we enjoy each others company but no words need to be said as proof. "If you heard from Adam that Sarah was told by Melissa that Samuel was caught kissing Emma.." I paused for a moment, wondering if I said that all right. Probably not, but no matter how many times she repeated it to me, I just couldn't comprehend exactly. It didn't matter though. What mattered in the end was the fact that Samuel was allegedly cheating on Giselle. I continued, shaking off my moment of confusion, "Then why do you stay with him?" I asked.
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