[It Hurts to Look at You]
[by Bittersweet]
ONE
"Oh Jack. stop, you're embarrassing me!" pause "What's that? You think I'm the most beautiful girl you have ever seen?" pause "You want to. kiss me!" pause "Well pucker up big boy!"
A tall and lanky girl of about 15 or so sat Indian style on her bed. Her thin dirty-blond hair was pulled into pigtails on either side of her head, and she had big, thick glasses that hindered her sight more then they helped. She sat holding a picture; an old photo from The Journal framed, clenched tightly in her arms.
"What's that Mush, you want some of this too?" pause "Well, I'm sorry but I'm a one-woman man," pressing her chapped lips onto the glass of the picture frame, she began to kiss the picture ferociously. "Oh Jack I love you so much," she said through clenched teeth, longingly looking at the old photo. And then out came the tongue. moving up and down, all around.
"Oh my God, what are you doing?"
She sat completely still, hoping if she didn't move at all, maybe she'd turn invisible. She just sucked her tongue back into her mouth and sat there, her left eye twitching.
"Hello? Claire?" Her sister moved closer to her, until she got about an inch away from her face. "You are so bizarre," she said into her ear.
All Claire caught of her was her long brown hair trailing behind her like the tail of a shooting star as she left the room.
Claire set her photo down on her nightstand gently, and felt her face turning red with anger. "Ohhh, cause you're soo perfect Dorothy," she said, her body beginning to fidget. She then stood up and began to imitate her sisters dialect and posture, "I'm Dorothy and I am the most perfect 18 year old on this side of the Brooklyn Bridge."
"Oh, and Claire," said Dorothy walking into the room one more time. When she saw her younger sister, she raised her eyebrow un-approvingly.
Claire froze, and slowly fell down on her bed. "Learn how to knock Dorothy," she said trying to sound like a lion, but unfortunately it came out like a mouse. She fixed her glasses and peered at her older sister.
"Listen, I just wanted to tell you to get lost tonight because I'm having ::cough:: company."
Claire rolled her eyes, "You mean your sleezebag boyfriend Larry. Fine, I'll get lost, as long as you do! School!"
Dorothy gave a pathetic laugh and left the room, her hair still flowing behind her. Claire began to fidget again and imitated her sister again as well. "Oh Larry!" She said grabbing her chest, "Take me!" She flailed her arms all around, opening them wide and broad and with a fidget, she saw herself flying backwards. ((THUD)) "Ouch." She said insipidly, fixing her glasses.
"Claire darling, Penny's here!" Shouted her mother from the next room.
"Yeah, send her in Mah," said Claire, beginning to stand up and dust herself off.
"Hi Claire!" Said Penny, Claire's very best friend in the whole world. She had thin red hair and wore her skirt hiked up as far as it would go. Her un- naturally squeaky and high voice had a really wretched effect on some people, but Claire was used to it. Penny clenched in her hand an edition of the New York World.
"Who'd you buy that from?" Said a frantic Claire as she hopped over the bed to sniff the paper and perused for smudges and fingerprints.
"I don't know," squeaked Penny pulling the paper away from Claire with a look of disgust in her eyes.
"Was it.. Jack?" Asked Claire, her eyes hopeful and dreamy.
"I don't know their names Claire, I just buy my papers from them." She nodded knowingly.
Claire looked at her hurtfully, and then grabbed the framed photo she had of the boys. "Was is this one?" She pointed to Jack's picture.
"No," she looked at the picture; "it was that one." She pointed to Kid- Blink. "Claire, who's this Jack you keep talking about? I feel like you're hiding something from me."
"Oh Penny, he' the most handsome and talented boy in the whole world. I plan on marrying him, but all I really want from him is."
"What do you want from him Claire?"
"A kiss!"
Penny rolled her eyes, but let her keep going.
"He's so beautiful, it ugh, it hurts to look at him!" She said, grasping her picture next to her heart.
"You're so bizarre Claire." Said Dorothy from the doorway.
"Dorothy get out!" said an embarrassed Claire, picking up a pillow and throwing it at her.
Penny friend to comfort her, "It's OK Claire, I'm sure she doesn't know who you're talking about."
Claire heaved in a huge sigh, and looked longingly at her picture, "I'll show her, don't you worry about me Penny."
ONE
"Oh Jack. stop, you're embarrassing me!" pause "What's that? You think I'm the most beautiful girl you have ever seen?" pause "You want to. kiss me!" pause "Well pucker up big boy!"
A tall and lanky girl of about 15 or so sat Indian style on her bed. Her thin dirty-blond hair was pulled into pigtails on either side of her head, and she had big, thick glasses that hindered her sight more then they helped. She sat holding a picture; an old photo from The Journal framed, clenched tightly in her arms.
"What's that Mush, you want some of this too?" pause "Well, I'm sorry but I'm a one-woman man," pressing her chapped lips onto the glass of the picture frame, she began to kiss the picture ferociously. "Oh Jack I love you so much," she said through clenched teeth, longingly looking at the old photo. And then out came the tongue. moving up and down, all around.
"Oh my God, what are you doing?"
She sat completely still, hoping if she didn't move at all, maybe she'd turn invisible. She just sucked her tongue back into her mouth and sat there, her left eye twitching.
"Hello? Claire?" Her sister moved closer to her, until she got about an inch away from her face. "You are so bizarre," she said into her ear.
All Claire caught of her was her long brown hair trailing behind her like the tail of a shooting star as she left the room.
Claire set her photo down on her nightstand gently, and felt her face turning red with anger. "Ohhh, cause you're soo perfect Dorothy," she said, her body beginning to fidget. She then stood up and began to imitate her sisters dialect and posture, "I'm Dorothy and I am the most perfect 18 year old on this side of the Brooklyn Bridge."
"Oh, and Claire," said Dorothy walking into the room one more time. When she saw her younger sister, she raised her eyebrow un-approvingly.
Claire froze, and slowly fell down on her bed. "Learn how to knock Dorothy," she said trying to sound like a lion, but unfortunately it came out like a mouse. She fixed her glasses and peered at her older sister.
"Listen, I just wanted to tell you to get lost tonight because I'm having ::cough:: company."
Claire rolled her eyes, "You mean your sleezebag boyfriend Larry. Fine, I'll get lost, as long as you do! School!"
Dorothy gave a pathetic laugh and left the room, her hair still flowing behind her. Claire began to fidget again and imitated her sister again as well. "Oh Larry!" She said grabbing her chest, "Take me!" She flailed her arms all around, opening them wide and broad and with a fidget, she saw herself flying backwards. ((THUD)) "Ouch." She said insipidly, fixing her glasses.
"Claire darling, Penny's here!" Shouted her mother from the next room.
"Yeah, send her in Mah," said Claire, beginning to stand up and dust herself off.
"Hi Claire!" Said Penny, Claire's very best friend in the whole world. She had thin red hair and wore her skirt hiked up as far as it would go. Her un- naturally squeaky and high voice had a really wretched effect on some people, but Claire was used to it. Penny clenched in her hand an edition of the New York World.
"Who'd you buy that from?" Said a frantic Claire as she hopped over the bed to sniff the paper and perused for smudges and fingerprints.
"I don't know," squeaked Penny pulling the paper away from Claire with a look of disgust in her eyes.
"Was it.. Jack?" Asked Claire, her eyes hopeful and dreamy.
"I don't know their names Claire, I just buy my papers from them." She nodded knowingly.
Claire looked at her hurtfully, and then grabbed the framed photo she had of the boys. "Was is this one?" She pointed to Jack's picture.
"No," she looked at the picture; "it was that one." She pointed to Kid- Blink. "Claire, who's this Jack you keep talking about? I feel like you're hiding something from me."
"Oh Penny, he' the most handsome and talented boy in the whole world. I plan on marrying him, but all I really want from him is."
"What do you want from him Claire?"
"A kiss!"
Penny rolled her eyes, but let her keep going.
"He's so beautiful, it ugh, it hurts to look at him!" She said, grasping her picture next to her heart.
"You're so bizarre Claire." Said Dorothy from the doorway.
"Dorothy get out!" said an embarrassed Claire, picking up a pillow and throwing it at her.
Penny friend to comfort her, "It's OK Claire, I'm sure she doesn't know who you're talking about."
Claire heaved in a huge sigh, and looked longingly at her picture, "I'll show her, don't you worry about me Penny."
