SPEAKING A DEAD LANGUAGE BY JOY WILLIAMS*
PRETTY WICKED 2.0
if you haven't already heard this song @luxecouture , i feel like this is a song you'd enjoy.
pw time :)
i specifically included: @curious-and-young and (of course) @vogueapparel
tagging my other pw girls: @noceurs, @b0hemian-lovers, @sophiaspastic, @buds-over-studs, @turn-around-bright-eyes, @henna-enjoys-the-little-things, @flowersforalice, @vikkirose
friday, may 17th;
“Do you really have to do your stupid exercise videos so godd.amn early in the morning?” Con grumbled the second I walked into the kitchen.
I watched him careful out of the corner of my eye as I poured myself a bowl of Special K cereal. It was hard not to notice how his eyes were shaded by a pair of Ray Bans while he hunched over what appeared to be a Bloody Mary. It was painstakingly obvious that Con was experiencing a hangover.
“Just for the record, those exercise videos are better known as Zumba and I don’t think you’re one to talk,” I fired back.
He frowned his pretty, sea blue eyes at me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Wynn raised an eyebrow at the two of us from her seat at the kitchen table.
“You and your bimbo girlfriend kept me up practically all night when I first moved in,” I reminded him. “Nobody needs to hear you two having sex.”
Con practically choked on his drink. “We weren’t having sex!”
“Oh, so I’m guessing you two were praying then,” I confidently smirked. “That explains why I kept hearing Emerald moaning ‘oh god’ over and over and over again.”
His twin let out a loud snort, unable to contain herself over my remark. Con immediately shot her the dirtiest look he could manage before he practically leapt up on to his feet. “Well, I don’t need to stick around here and be insulted.”
I rolled my eyes the second he turned his back to me. Wynn and I both shot each other matching looks of confusion, holding in our laughter until we heard him slam the front door. We were practically in hysterics over the way he handled himself.
“He hates me, Wynn,” I sighed as I poured milk into my cereal.
She let out a small sigh. “Oh please, he could never /completely/ hate you.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh really?-- because that conversation we just had was utterly fantastic.”
Wynn giggled and took a bite of the scrambled eggs she must’ve made while I was jumping around to Shakira. “Con’s just being hardheaded and stupid right now. You should know how he can be, after all you dated him.”
“Yeah, for like two months,” I argued. “Sometimes I wonder what I ever saw in him.”
Instead of responding and joining into the conversation, she simply shrugged her shoulders before flashing me a knowing look.
We ate the rest of our breakfast in silence, excluding the sounds of silverware scraping against the bowls and plates. The white noise provided a perfect backdrop for me to just zone out to as I thought about Con and Coldgrove in general. Perhaps I should have just sucked it up and gotten a hotel room out in Boston. It certainly wouldn’t have put me in this dreadful situation of coping with Con’s perpetual moody self.
“Ready to go?” Wynn asked, snapping me back to reality. “You wouldn’t want to miss out on the incredibly exciting senior trip to Six Flags, would you?”
I laughed at the clear cut sarcasm that rested in her voice. “Hey, at least you’re getting a discounted ticket. I’m being forced to pay full price.”
“Oh the woes of being an overachiever who graduated a year early,” she sighed and stuck her tongue out at me. I was immature enough to stick mine right back out at her.
We put our dishes away and collected our stuff before walking out the front door. This time we shut the door much more gently than the previous tenant had.
“I wouldn’t worry about Con,” Wynn spoke up as she put the roof down on her convertible. ‘He’ll come around eventually.”
~
“I will probably never understand why you chose this hellhole over the beautiful streets of Paris,” Lex muttered under her breath as we walked around the park.
I took a sip from the ridiculously priced bottle of water before laughing to myself. “Believe me, I’m starting to ask myself that question more and more as the days go by.”
Somehow, Alexa Corbo and I had managed to get out timing impeccably right when we both met up in the girl’s bathroom. I had to go really bad while she was just taking advantage of the air conditioning. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had had a decent conversation with her. Perhaps August? I wasn’t completely sure though.
Lex looked different from the last time I had seen her, that much I was most certainly sure of. No longer did her hair rest all the way down her back in a mess of bleached curled tangles, creating a life of it’s own. The lion’s mane had been nearly chopped off to now lie merely inches below her collarbone to frame her near angelic face. Her striking blue eyes now stood out due to natural makeup instead of hiding behind rings of charcoal.
It was interesting to be standing in front of a completely different person, both inside and out.
“Tell me about your lesbian lover,” she prodded, proving the point that there were still those messy but delightful parts to Alexa Corbo.
I roll my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Why is it that the only thing people have taken away from my experience in Paris? Do people realize I made a movie that’s going to be showcased in a fairly prestigious film festival?”
Lex smirked over my outburst. “Film, schilm,” she laughed. “It’s much more fun to talk about how Coldgrove’s quintessential good girl with a sarcasm side ran from the quintessential bad boy into another’s arms, particularly one that belong to another girl.”
She had me there. Why would anyone want to talk about a movie when you could gossip about my sexuality? I did have to admit that the dramatic change in relationships would have even made me want to gossip about it. That is, if I was in somebody else’s shoes.
“Well, her name is Arden,” I admitted with a sigh. Immediately, my friend giggled. “She’s a film studies major, like myself. She’s looking into producing though and I want to get into directing/screenwriting.”
Truth be told, I actually missed her. It felt strange going from seeing her almost every day to none at all. Of course, that was about to change in a little bit once we traveled up to New York for the film festival.
She pursed her lips together and gave me an approving nod. “I have to say, I’m quite surprised you went over to the other side. I don’t know why but I always assumed you and the spawn of Satan would be together for a long time.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Why does everyone keep telling me they were rooting for Con and I?”
Lex shrugged her shoulders. “As much as I don’t particularly care for the kid, you can’t deny that you two had chemistry.”
I snorted at that. “Chemistry or hormones?”
“Perhaps a bit of both,” she softly laughed. “So just for the record -- are you a lesbian now or something?’
I frowned over her question. Other than Arden, I didn’t really find myself fantasizing over other woman. Sure, I had healthy girl crushes on celebrities I admired but nothing I would truly act upon.
A hot guy walked by with his group of friends, exposing his six pack while he walked by. Alexa nearly had to pick my jaw up from off of the blistering hot cement.
“Clearly you’re still into guys,” she laughed.
My cheeks flushed. Clearly I was.
“Enough about me though,” I waved off. “How are you doing?”
Lex let out a small sigh, practically minute. “I’m doing okay, Tabby.” She kept it short, sweet, and to the point.
I nodded my head as I absorbed the information, picking up on unsaid context clues. “Well, I’m here for you if you ever need me.”
“As am I,” she agreed.
I couldn’t help but think about how many people admitted to rooting for Con and I. It just seemed strange that so many people supported it, especially considering how none of them knew what caused our demise. Most assumed it was because he abandoned me at the airport when I was supposed to leave for California. That wasn’t it, though. Any chances of us reuniting seemed pretty bleak after what happened in Paris during those few days before Christmas.
Involuntarily, I shivered as I thought about what happened between us.
While Lex stopped to buy a smoothie, I scoped out the land surrounding us and the people inhabiting it. I accidentally made eye contact with Con after he won Emerald a large stuffed animal at some booth along the strip. His eyes immediately narrowed at me, sending shivers straight down my spine.
And the worst part was that I knew I deserved it for what I did.
- t.
[write ‘speaking a dead language’ if you read it all? let me know if you want me to keep tagging once i put tabby sets up or if you want me to take you off ze list. also, anybody up for collabing sometime soon?]
PRETTY WICKED 2.0
if you haven't already heard this song @luxecouture , i feel like this is a song you'd enjoy.
pw time :)
i specifically included: @curious-and-young and (of course) @vogueapparel
tagging my other pw girls: @noceurs, @b0hemian-lovers, @sophiaspastic, @buds-over-studs, @turn-around-bright-eyes, @henna-enjoys-the-little-things, @flowersforalice, @vikkirose
friday, may 17th;
“Do you really have to do your stupid exercise videos so godd.amn early in the morning?” Con grumbled the second I walked into the kitchen.
I watched him careful out of the corner of my eye as I poured myself a bowl of Special K cereal. It was hard not to notice how his eyes were shaded by a pair of Ray Bans while he hunched over what appeared to be a Bloody Mary. It was painstakingly obvious that Con was experiencing a hangover.
“Just for the record, those exercise videos are better known as Zumba and I don’t think you’re one to talk,” I fired back.
He frowned his pretty, sea blue eyes at me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Wynn raised an eyebrow at the two of us from her seat at the kitchen table.
“You and your bimbo girlfriend kept me up practically all night when I first moved in,” I reminded him. “Nobody needs to hear you two having sex.”
Con practically choked on his drink. “We weren’t having sex!”
“Oh, so I’m guessing you two were praying then,” I confidently smirked. “That explains why I kept hearing Emerald moaning ‘oh god’ over and over and over again.”
His twin let out a loud snort, unable to contain herself over my remark. Con immediately shot her the dirtiest look he could manage before he practically leapt up on to his feet. “Well, I don’t need to stick around here and be insulted.”
I rolled my eyes the second he turned his back to me. Wynn and I both shot each other matching looks of confusion, holding in our laughter until we heard him slam the front door. We were practically in hysterics over the way he handled himself.
“He hates me, Wynn,” I sighed as I poured milk into my cereal.
She let out a small sigh. “Oh please, he could never /completely/ hate you.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh really?-- because that conversation we just had was utterly fantastic.”
Wynn giggled and took a bite of the scrambled eggs she must’ve made while I was jumping around to Shakira. “Con’s just being hardheaded and stupid right now. You should know how he can be, after all you dated him.”
“Yeah, for like two months,” I argued. “Sometimes I wonder what I ever saw in him.”
Instead of responding and joining into the conversation, she simply shrugged her shoulders before flashing me a knowing look.
We ate the rest of our breakfast in silence, excluding the sounds of silverware scraping against the bowls and plates. The white noise provided a perfect backdrop for me to just zone out to as I thought about Con and Coldgrove in general. Perhaps I should have just sucked it up and gotten a hotel room out in Boston. It certainly wouldn’t have put me in this dreadful situation of coping with Con’s perpetual moody self.
“Ready to go?” Wynn asked, snapping me back to reality. “You wouldn’t want to miss out on the incredibly exciting senior trip to Six Flags, would you?”
I laughed at the clear cut sarcasm that rested in her voice. “Hey, at least you’re getting a discounted ticket. I’m being forced to pay full price.”
“Oh the woes of being an overachiever who graduated a year early,” she sighed and stuck her tongue out at me. I was immature enough to stick mine right back out at her.
We put our dishes away and collected our stuff before walking out the front door. This time we shut the door much more gently than the previous tenant had.
“I wouldn’t worry about Con,” Wynn spoke up as she put the roof down on her convertible. ‘He’ll come around eventually.”
~
“I will probably never understand why you chose this hellhole over the beautiful streets of Paris,” Lex muttered under her breath as we walked around the park.
I took a sip from the ridiculously priced bottle of water before laughing to myself. “Believe me, I’m starting to ask myself that question more and more as the days go by.”
Somehow, Alexa Corbo and I had managed to get out timing impeccably right when we both met up in the girl’s bathroom. I had to go really bad while she was just taking advantage of the air conditioning. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had had a decent conversation with her. Perhaps August? I wasn’t completely sure though.
Lex looked different from the last time I had seen her, that much I was most certainly sure of. No longer did her hair rest all the way down her back in a mess of bleached curled tangles, creating a life of it’s own. The lion’s mane had been nearly chopped off to now lie merely inches below her collarbone to frame her near angelic face. Her striking blue eyes now stood out due to natural makeup instead of hiding behind rings of charcoal.
It was interesting to be standing in front of a completely different person, both inside and out.
“Tell me about your lesbian lover,” she prodded, proving the point that there were still those messy but delightful parts to Alexa Corbo.
I roll my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Why is it that the only thing people have taken away from my experience in Paris? Do people realize I made a movie that’s going to be showcased in a fairly prestigious film festival?”
Lex smirked over my outburst. “Film, schilm,” she laughed. “It’s much more fun to talk about how Coldgrove’s quintessential good girl with a sarcasm side ran from the quintessential bad boy into another’s arms, particularly one that belong to another girl.”
She had me there. Why would anyone want to talk about a movie when you could gossip about my sexuality? I did have to admit that the dramatic change in relationships would have even made me want to gossip about it. That is, if I was in somebody else’s shoes.
“Well, her name is Arden,” I admitted with a sigh. Immediately, my friend giggled. “She’s a film studies major, like myself. She’s looking into producing though and I want to get into directing/screenwriting.”
Truth be told, I actually missed her. It felt strange going from seeing her almost every day to none at all. Of course, that was about to change in a little bit once we traveled up to New York for the film festival.
She pursed her lips together and gave me an approving nod. “I have to say, I’m quite surprised you went over to the other side. I don’t know why but I always assumed you and the spawn of Satan would be together for a long time.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Why does everyone keep telling me they were rooting for Con and I?”
Lex shrugged her shoulders. “As much as I don’t particularly care for the kid, you can’t deny that you two had chemistry.”
I snorted at that. “Chemistry or hormones?”
“Perhaps a bit of both,” she softly laughed. “So just for the record -- are you a lesbian now or something?’
I frowned over her question. Other than Arden, I didn’t really find myself fantasizing over other woman. Sure, I had healthy girl crushes on celebrities I admired but nothing I would truly act upon.
A hot guy walked by with his group of friends, exposing his six pack while he walked by. Alexa nearly had to pick my jaw up from off of the blistering hot cement.
“Clearly you’re still into guys,” she laughed.
My cheeks flushed. Clearly I was.
“Enough about me though,” I waved off. “How are you doing?”
Lex let out a small sigh, practically minute. “I’m doing okay, Tabby.” She kept it short, sweet, and to the point.
I nodded my head as I absorbed the information, picking up on unsaid context clues. “Well, I’m here for you if you ever need me.”
“As am I,” she agreed.
I couldn’t help but think about how many people admitted to rooting for Con and I. It just seemed strange that so many people supported it, especially considering how none of them knew what caused our demise. Most assumed it was because he abandoned me at the airport when I was supposed to leave for California. That wasn’t it, though. Any chances of us reuniting seemed pretty bleak after what happened in Paris during those few days before Christmas.
Involuntarily, I shivered as I thought about what happened between us.
While Lex stopped to buy a smoothie, I scoped out the land surrounding us and the people inhabiting it. I accidentally made eye contact with Con after he won Emerald a large stuffed animal at some booth along the strip. His eyes immediately narrowed at me, sending shivers straight down my spine.
And the worst part was that I knew I deserved it for what I did.
- t.
[write ‘speaking a dead language’ if you read it all? let me know if you want me to keep tagging once i put tabby sets up or if you want me to take you off ze list. also, anybody up for collabing sometime soon?]
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