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by _chocobox
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not only is france in the top five (YAY! *does happy dance* man, i LOVE the world cup), but *GASP!* PANAMA BROKE THE TOP 60!!! OMG do you know how MONUMENTAL that is??? up to two months ago we were #82!! and two months before that, we were #123!! and now we're 59? holy shit! (pardon my language, i'm just completely ecstatic!) we're freakin' above venezuela! above SOUTH AFRICA! crap, we're above TRINIDAD & TOBAGO and they went to the world cup and we didn't!! wow, how did THAT happen? we are so awesome. we still suck, but at least we didn't suck so much that we managed to be in the top 60 ^^;;;; OF THE WORLD. man, feels good to say that. i love my country so much right now! *hugz la seleccion* ARRIBA LA MAREA ROJA!! *waves panamanian flag*
anyway, i've been working on my untitled original since yesterday and have only managed to turn up crap. i added some stuff to that one scene i'd posted last time. i absolutely destroyed it >.< i know...
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He was about to put his microwavable dinner in the oven when he heard her come in. He quickly started it and went outside to greet her. He had waited for her after he was done with work, but he hadn’t seen her.
She was just leaving her things on the table, and turned to him. She looked very tired. “I had a meeting, I forgot to tell you.”
He watched her sit down and close her eyes, taking a hand to her head. “I wasn’t aware your department had a meeting today.” She muttered under her breath that they hadn’t, which confused him a little.
It didn’t take him long to figure out that she was struggling with something to say, so he went back to being busy with his dinner as he waited. He knew, even from their first conversation, years ago, that it was very hard for her to express herself, even to him, so whenever he felt that she had something serious to discuss, he did his best to make the atmosphere as light as possible. He didn’t know, and had never really asked, why she was that way- it couldn’t just be shyness, not after so many years of friendship- but that was their routine. It took her a while; sooner or later she would open up. He wouldn’t push her.
A couple of heartbeats later, he heard her admit that she had just had dinner with the son of the President of his company’s number one rival.
He would be lying if he said it didn’t make him stop in his tracks for a second. Well, it was more like two seconds. This is because at first, there was the sharp pull in his heart (and his stomach) he always felt whenever he heard that she was with another man; the pull that he knew, but wouldn’t admit, was due to jealousy. Then one moment later, that pull became dread as her words sank in and he realized that their recent rendez-vous could very well have been a job interview.
She looked expectantly at him as he walked out of the kitchen, and he figured that he must’ve been silent for longer than he’d originally thought. “Just... I don’t want you to jump to concl-“
“What did he offer you?” he had an edge to his voice, and he was sure she could hear it. He was angry, yes, and disappointed, and confused. Of course he knew other companies would look to snatch her away, she was the best in what she did; but with her attitude she showed him that she was actually considering leaving. He felt very betrayed.
She was looking down at the table, as if expecting him to yell or lecture her. He wanted to yell, actually. If he had been any other person, he probably would’ve. But his voice remained level, only a little sharp. “Whatever he offered you, I’ll better. You want Vice-President? You got it. You want President? It’s yours, I can go work in the cafeteria or something. You can have it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she shook her head, with her eyes tightly closed. “It’s not about the position, or the money.”
“Then what is it about? Because it sure looks like you don’t want to work with me anymore.”
So she let it all out. Or better said, it all came flowing out. In all their years as friends, she had often told him that when she was with him, she couldn’t really hide anything for long; there was something about his presence that made her want to speak, and though it took her a while to get started, she always laid everything out to him. And she did, and the words came out with such a rhythm and strength that he wondered if she was aware she was saying them and not thinking them.
She explained how she had felt very sheltered in her life. He knew this, of course, she had told him in the past. He remembered how she had told him back in high school that when her father was alive, she was the center of his world. She used to be her daddy’s little princess, and in his mind he could see himself chuckling that day, not being able to picture her in such a fashion.
Then her father died, and her mother clung to her like a lifeline. They clung to each other, really, but her mother became so protective of her. He had seen it with his own eyes, how her mother acted to protect her from the world, because the world could hurt her; and she wouldn’t let anything hurt her daughter, who was not only the single most important being in her life now, but she was also a part of her husband that was still with her.
She had led a very easy life, she used to tell him, with people who loved her without a doubt, without any pressure. However, how much of her life was hers? Everything she’d obtained, she could directly attribute to someone else’s help. Had she ever done anything by herself? He’d tried to explain many times that it was impossible to do such a thing, that everybody relied on others’ help and that it made no sense to think less of yourself because of it. She said she understood, but it was something she couldn’t shake out of her mind.
He thought she’d forgot about that when she entered high school and made new friends. She’d never had real friends before, or so she’d told him, so that must’ve made feel independent to some level. Which is why he was so surprised to hear her say now that the feeling hadn’t gone away, that her friends tried to shelter her almost as much as her mother sometimes, and that’s why she’d decided to try to get a job somewhere else, somewhere where she could really be appreciated for her capacity, and not because she was the President’s best friend.
“That’s stupid. I hired you because you’re the best in your field.”
“So you say... but I’ll never really be sure, will I?”
There was silence, and this time it was very tense. The sound of the microwave’s ringing that his food was done made her twitch in her seat.
Finally, he turned around and went back to the kitchen, without even whispering a word. He could feel her eyes on him, but he wasn’t going to say anything- she was right, he couldn’t convince her; he didn’t want to. People often told him he was a wiz with words and anything to do with PR, that he could charm any person into supporting his point of view, but he refused to use that on her. He never had in the past, because they understood each other so well, and he didn’t want to start now. Even if his mind was yelling at him that she shouldn’t ever think that he didn’t acknowlege her capacity. Even if his heart was screaming at him that he didn’t know how to go about his day without her anymore.
He felt her standing behind him only when she touched a hand to his arm. He had been holding his food in his hand and she rather surprised him, so he almost dropped it. She apologized and asked him if he was okay. She asked him not to be mad at her.
“You’re a big girl,” he said, picking up a fork and proceeding to rip open the microwavable package. His tone betrayed not one feeling. “If you want to do this, go ahead. You don’t need my permission.”
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OMG this is so awful. i hate it ;_; her reason for quitting his company seems so weak... but i can't think of anything better. and his personality keeps getting all twisted in my mind, i thought i had him pegged down but now i keep debating with myself if maybe he should react some other way... *sigh* this is such a disaster... and it has too much dialogue! i wanted it to be mainly descriptive, like the "past" part of the first chapter is. but no such luck.
ok, now for a bit of a poll. say you're reading a book or watching a movie, and two of the characters, a guy and a girl, are best friends... yet it's obvious they're in love each other. for x or y reason, their relationship never progresses. they decide to stay friends regardless that what they feel for each other is so much more and they both know it. so they never end up together. would you rather that they had kissed at least once even if they didn't end up together, so they can at least have that, or would you rather they never kiss, so they never have those "what if we'd had more" thoughts in their minds for the rest of their lives? (think the "little women: laure & jo" situation). i asked my roommate glory and she said she thought they should kiss, but i told her that louisa may alcott should be burning in hell for having laure & jo on the verge of marriage and then taking it away from us readers. everytime i read that book my heart breaks a little! i don't want to be mean to my readers. she said that i can't please everybody, and i know that, and i'll probably go my own way anyway, but i just want to know if i'll be despised by everybody after i publish my novel someday ^^;;; might do to be mentally prepared for the wave of universal hatred #_#
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