Stupid Vermont [open]
Jan 4, 2011 12:15:49 GMT -5
Post by Jessica Pruitte on Jan 4, 2011 12:15:49 GMT -5
There was snow everywhere and Jessica was not amused. She was cold. More than cold. Freezing. Bundled beneath at least four blankets, wrapped in a robe on top of the sweat shirt and pants Stephen had gotten her at the airport, and she was still cold. Stupid Vermont.
At least she'd been able to access her bank accounts, under her various aliases and had ordered real winter clothes, as well as reglar clothes, and a laptop. All of which had arrived. But the sweatsuit remained her favorite. Stephen had, after all, bought it for her. Not just as something to wear besides her bathing suit. Either way, she loved them, and tended to sleep in them. In a way, she figured, it was his way of giving her something to remember him by. Snuggly sweats to sleep in.
Hells yes.
Wind rattled against the dorm window and the frozen teen glared at it as though it had somehow whispered offensive things in her ear. "Stop that," she muttered darkly and pulled the blankets more closely around her before picking up her pen again to continue her poetic endeavor in describing Stephen and his smile.
Oh, that smile.
I thought I saw
perfection
when you smiled
at me
letting me know
for one moment
I was the only thing
on your mind.
Letting the pen rest, Jess re-read the tiny poem and smiled happily to herself. That was a good start. Not perfect, but then trying to describe someone like Stephen and how he made her feel was hardly a one-shot effort. When the door to the dorm opened, Jess snapped the notebook closed and reached automatically for Ouch who was curled up just within arms's reach; if she exposed her arm to the cold. Which she did to pet the fuzzy creature.
"Hey," the word was as casual as she could possibly make it though her heart rate belied any calm she might have otherwise had. It wasn't as though she'd been doing anything dirty, just writing poetry. Baring her soul onto paper. Potentially giving people something to use against her.
Paranoid much?
Yes. But paranoia was a good thing when one was a Pruitte.
At least she'd been able to access her bank accounts, under her various aliases and had ordered real winter clothes, as well as reglar clothes, and a laptop. All of which had arrived. But the sweatsuit remained her favorite. Stephen had, after all, bought it for her. Not just as something to wear besides her bathing suit. Either way, she loved them, and tended to sleep in them. In a way, she figured, it was his way of giving her something to remember him by. Snuggly sweats to sleep in.
Hells yes.
Wind rattled against the dorm window and the frozen teen glared at it as though it had somehow whispered offensive things in her ear. "Stop that," she muttered darkly and pulled the blankets more closely around her before picking up her pen again to continue her poetic endeavor in describing Stephen and his smile.
Oh, that smile.
I thought I saw
perfection
when you smiled
at me
letting me know
for one moment
I was the only thing
on your mind.
Letting the pen rest, Jess re-read the tiny poem and smiled happily to herself. That was a good start. Not perfect, but then trying to describe someone like Stephen and how he made her feel was hardly a one-shot effort. When the door to the dorm opened, Jess snapped the notebook closed and reached automatically for Ouch who was curled up just within arms's reach; if she exposed her arm to the cold. Which she did to pet the fuzzy creature.
"Hey," the word was as casual as she could possibly make it though her heart rate belied any calm she might have otherwise had. It wasn't as though she'd been doing anything dirty, just writing poetry. Baring her soul onto paper. Potentially giving people something to use against her.
Paranoid much?
Yes. But paranoia was a good thing when one was a Pruitte.
