Sorry for the late update, but I've been very distracted lately. Before I go into that, I have to say thank you to januarysummers for her helpful reminder that I have a story to write for you guys. So thanks for yor help :) Now for the major reason of my absense. It's going to be long, so I've decided to have a designated paragraph of my rant so you guys can skip it if you want.
~RANT~
So Sunday I was extremely bored and asked my dad if he could take me to a movie. I heard the spiderman movie was pretty good and i knew i wanted to see it for myself. After some convincing, my dad allowed me to go. .AMAZING! The story plot was fantastic and different from the prior movies. Plus the relationship between Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy was soo adorable. FYI: Gwen Stacy is his first love if you didn't know already. Anyway, I got home and got on with my life for a few hours. Then I got to thinking about it and the more I thought about it, the more my heart swelled and my affection towards the movie grew. So like any rational person, I went onto fanfiction. Then after a while, I went onto youtube and watched the Gwen/Peter videos, which were so adorable. Then I kept looking through the videos and found some of the interviews with the cast. I was shocked at first because the guy who plays spider-man in the movie was British! His name is andrew garfield. His leading lady, emma stone, was seriously one of the funniest people I've seen/heard/not met. I kept going through the videos and soon enough I created a playlist so I could keep traack of them all. Soon, I noticed a pattern. Emma and Andrew were subtly sweet to each other. He'd help her down the stairs by holding her hand and pulled out her chair for her. She'd poke fun of him and he with her. But the cutest thing is, no matter what they made the other laugh. It was soooooooooooooooooooooooo amazingly cute. So i did some 'research' and found out they started dating like a month after they met (btw they immediatly hit it off during the screen test)! I nearly died. So I spent the following days fangirling on fanfiction and youtube. But I've hit a crossroads. I love them soo much but... Okay so here's the thing, they are coming out with a sequel which i'm totally siked about, but according to the comics, peter's enemy (who i cant remember) captures Gwen after he realizes how close she is to him. He throws gwen off a building and instead of soaring down to rescue her, he shoots a web down to save her. Unfortunaly, because she was traveling at such a fast velocity, when she stopped instantly, she died. So he technically killed his love. WHICH I CAN'T STAND! WHY WOULD MARVEL DO THAT!? dont answer that. DO THEY LIKE CRUSHING DREAMS!? no dont answer that either. However, I kept going and found they released a kind of 'What Ifs' comic and they say he was able to save her. Now I really want the writers to keep gwen alive, but emma knows how tragic the gwen stacy saga is and says shes okay with it. On the other hand, andrew says hes dissapointed. Although it is not revealed the fate of our dear gwen stacy, but i know its inevitable that they are going to kill her off. So im like depressed now and my family is like 'its just a movie' but the thing with me is i love these things and obsess over things. *sigh* did i miss anything?
~RANT~
I know you're going to see that and be like 'wow she needs a therapist or a diary' and i laugh along with you :) let me know if you've seen it and maybe we can discuss some of the matters above. If you haven't, well you know how I feel about it ;) BTW my rant is exactly 550 words and i just wrote it in with the rest of the AN, which is funny. if any of you read the whole rant let me know ;)
Ohh before i let you go, im really excited to finally see BTR in concert on August 11! If you have a good poster idea let me know cuz all i got is 'when you rule the world, can i be your queen?'. Also check out my youtube channel for my videos and mostly playlists, but i make a mean playlist :) im actually working on a video now of emma and andrew (ive sorta let go of the peter and gwen thing 9a little bit) and drifted towards the most permanent thing at this point). I got sony vegas pro 11 (free trial) so it should be okay this time. still new to it but the expert was once the beginner :)
Alright read because you've probably already lost interest.
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Okay, don't freak out! It's none of your business whether she's on time or not. Maybe this'll be the first time she's been tardy. Or maybe not. Ahhhh! If she's late she'll get a detention and then we won't be able to get our work done after school. I need to keep her out of trouble...
"Has anyone seen Ms. Taylor today?" he asked the class.
No one paid him any attention, probably because they didn't know who she was. Although, Camille Roberts, the school drama 'enthusiast', spoke up and claimed she saw her in geometry first period. Were they in my class? Man, talk about clueless.
He surveyed the class and muttered, "So. . . no one has seen Ms. Taylor since then?" under his breath as he marked the attendance sheet.
"NO!" Every head briskly turned to me. That's a lot of eyes watching my every move. I gulped, what was I doing?
Mr. Stamis glanced up at me as well. "Yes, Mr. Knight? You know where she is?" he asked skeptically.
"I uh she is um well you see she. . ." I struggled to make a solid sentence, trying to think up a full-proof excuse. Then after some quick last-minute thinking, I blurted out the first place I could think of on such short notice. ". . . went to the bathroom?"
Right after I finished my sentence, the door creaked open and who stood before us? Jo. Of course. All eyes were transfixed on her. Her black hood was up to 'protect' her and her gaze fell upon the floor.
"Ah, Ms. Taylor. Can you please explain your reason for arriving to class tardy. Again." He impatiently tapped his pen on the clipboard in anticipation.
I hastily unzipped my backpack and grabbed a pen and a notebook. I quickly flipped to a blank entry and scribbling down "YOU WERE IN THE BATHROOM!"
I looked up at her figure, which still captivated everyone's attention, and saw her shrug. She didn't look anywhere but the floor, so I had to capture her attention. Huh, shouldn't be too hard. . . have you seen me? I'm gorgeous!
I cleared my throat, but she didn't pay me any attention. Maybe she thought I was trying to get someone else's attention. Ugh! So I coughed. Louder. LoUdEr. LOUDER. I received a few errand stares from people, who probably thought I was going to cough up a lung or two. It doesn't matter though because I finally got her attention.
She shyly glanced up at me and we locked eyes for an instant. In that brief moment, I saw the slightest curl of her lips. Not wasting any time at all, I subtly lifted the notebook up and quickly brought it back down a moment later.
"I'm waiting Ms. Taylor." Mr. Stamis said, impatiently tapping his pen on the clipboard.
"I was uh," she gave me a wary glance, to which I nodded and she turned back to our waiting teacher, "in the bathroom. Sorry sir." She said and continued to look at the floor.
After a momentary pause, he sighed, "Alright, but next time please do remember your lavatory pass." She nodded. "Please take your seat so we can get on with class."
She quickly shuffled down the aisle and sat next to Camille, who smiled warmly and patted her shoulder.
Once attendance was out of the way, Mr. Stamis informed us on our next project, which was due sometime next week. "This is a duet project..." The room buzzed with excitement as to who they would choose as their other half. Most eyes turned to me. I'm not saying this as a conceited jerk or anything, just an observation. Actually the only girls I didn't catch eyes with were Camille and Jo. That could be due to them sitting in front of me or their lack of ability to turn around a stare at me. Nonetheless, it bugged me. Now I know that sounds stuck up.
Mr. Stamis hushed the class and they returned their attention to the front so he could continue with the explanation. "Anyways. . .all the young women will come up front and pick a name out of a hat-" Complaints filled the room when we realized we weren't going to be able to choose our partner. He sighed in frustration and picked the hat up from his desk behind him. Before I could blink, all the girls stormed him for a small piece of paper.
I laughed. Poor Mr. Stamis.
They cleared the scene, revealing a disheveled Mr. S. He shook his head, trying to shake off what happened, and waved his hand dismissively. We already knew what we had to do. We did one each month.
I stretched back in my chair and watched the girls mill around, finding their partner and glancing at me glumly.
Typical.
"Uh, Kendall?" I glanced up at the sound of her voice and sat straight up.
"Jo? You're my partner?" I asked in disbelief.
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah. Unfortunately." She remarked.
"No, sorry. I-I didn't mean it like that. It's just- We just keep getting paired up together for stuff."
She sighed. "Can I sit down?"
"Yeah, sorry." I moved my bag under my chair so she could take the seat to my left.
Once she sat down, she adjusted her hood and looked down at her hands in her lap. She didn't acknowledge my existence as she slipped back into her own world.
Great. Just great. How the hell are we going to finish the project if she won't even look at me? I guess I should take some initiative and start up the process.
"So. . ."
Nothing.
"Uh, so what kind of music do you like?" Probably heavy metal or emo or something really obnoxious.
"Mat Kearney." She mumbled.
"What?" I asked out of both shock and lack of clarity.
"I uh like Mat Kearney." I saw her nose poke out of her hood.
"Cool. Anything else?" I had to keep the ball rolling.
" I like SafetySuit. . .The Cab. . .Parachute. . ." she trailed off.
"REALLY?"
I must have reacted too loud because she shrunk away from me. I wasn't yelling at her. Not like some people. She really must be used to this kind of thing for her to automatically shy away from me.
"Oh. No I'm not yelling at you. I'm just. . . uh excited to see we share the same taste in music." I know she couldn't see my face, but I smiled anyway.
"Cool."
I laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, to which she flinched. AGAIN! "Hey. I come in peace," I said half-joking.. " I'm a friend." I said sympathetically I don't know where that even came from. I wasn't even sure we could classify this kind of interaction as friendship. But the craziest thing is, I wouldn't have any objections to being friends.
She slowly turned her head to make sure my intentions were pure. "You a Jedi Knight ?" She asked, a majestic smile spreading across her face.
It took me a few moments to understand why she was smiling. First of all, when I said 'I come in peace', she thought of star wars and because she's wearing black, she symbolizes Darth Vader. Which means I must be Luke Skywalker, who is a Jedi Knight. Second of all, my last name is Knight, so it's a pun. She's pretty clever when it comes to jokes. It took me a while to understand it.
"That depends. " I raised my eyebrows and curved my lips upwards.
"Will you come to the dark side?" She played along. This time she revealed her chocolate brown eyes.
"Do you have cookies?" I tried to ask it really seriously, but one look at Jo and we were laughing.
Just another observation.
Jo's eyes sparkled.
I felt bold in the moment and reached up and brushed the top of her head to push her hood off. It was one fluid motion that left my hand on the back of her neck. I was going to remove it as soon as it made contact with her skin, but something stopped me. She didn't try to shake it off like I predicted. Instead, we just sat there in silence connected only by my hand and our eyes. "There. That's better." My voice was just above a whisper. We sat there in a comfortable silence.
"What happened to your eye?" I know that was really random and out of the blue, but was bugging me ever since I saw it in Bio.
She looked down, "Uh. . . "
I moved my hand to brush the bottom portion with my thumb. I definitely caught her off-guard. My thumb lingered there, just feeling the tender flesh. She blushed and was about to answer. That is until my buddy, James, took notice of our intimate moment.
"Hey K-Dog! Keep it PG for the rest of us, will ya?"
Heads turned in our direction , and I know he's like one of my best buds, but I wish he would've just smiled and turned away.
I sighed, closing my eyes, and looked back at Jo sheepishly. "Sorry." I withdrew my hand and rubbed it with my other one in my lap.
"S'okay." She shift her gaze and tucked an errand strand of hair behind her ear.
"So. . . what song did you want to do?" I said changing the subject.
She thought about it for a second before answering my question with one of her own. "Do you know Count On Me by Mat Kearney?"
"Is that the one that goes, You can count on me, when you can-not see, let me spell it out, plain and simple now?"
She nodded and we both sang the rest of the following chorus in complete harmony. "Hey I love you, hey I need you, hey I want you do you want me too, you can count on me, when you cannot see, let me spell it out, plain and simple now, when your numbers called, backs against the wall, pick you up when you fall, be there when you call."
We cracked a smile.
Before we could utter a single syllable to each other, the bell rang and rang quite obnoxiously at that. I broke eye contact and just like that, she rifted back into her 'life sucks' mood. She quickly grabbed her bag and slid out of the row to meet up with Camille in aisle down where Logan was sitting. I shook the daze off and grabbed mine as well.
"Before you guys go, remember that project will need to be worked on outside of class, so work that out with your partner. Also an added bonus. If your song has some depth and you're not singing I'm Sexy And I know It , I'll give you some extra credit. Although, I'm not sure how many of you really need points in this class. All you need to do is show up." He chuckled. "All right. Get outta here."
As I walked to the door leading to the hallways, behind Jo and Camille of course, I sighed. Jo won't talk to me unless she warms up to me first. So how was I going to just approach her in the hallway and schedule a place and time for us to work on our project? Not to mention her freakishly loud boyfriend who could potentially hurt her more if I so much looked her way. I ran a hand through my hair and yawned. I'm never going to get through the day.
Just as we exited the room and we diverged, Jo looked back at me and gave me a sweet, genuine smile. Those are pretty rare, from what I can tell. And then she disappeared into the High School crowd.
This was going to be a longer day than I realized.
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LSL