Atonement
By Seniya
Obvious
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Lips Of An Angel By Hinder
At first, I ignored it—brushed it off; you know…out of mind…out of sight…yeah, not so easy to apply. I mean I see the two of them every day…and now that I know…I can see every look, every touch; every smile…everything…And sometimes it's just…awkward, you know, I feel like I'm intruding on this massive intimate secret, which brings to mind the obvious question:
Why can't anyone else notice this—it's so obvious. I mean, yeah, I'm supposed to be the quintessential smart one, but since when has Haylin been ignorant of gossip, when did Irma cease to know every trivial detail of Will's life?
And then it hits me—of course they know, it's virtually impossible not to. They're just avoiding it, like I am. Protecting her, still, because once Cornelia finds out…we'll have to search for her corpse beneath a mountain of rocks.
Maybe I'm overreacting…yeah, I do that all of the time. I mean, I really didn't know anything for certain…I'd just seen…something…a moment, you know…Gosh, I don't even remember it that well…
Whatever…look, all right, maybe I can remember, but can you blame me for wanting to forget?
You'll think that it's stupid…really, but just know that you kinda had to have been there—It had been a Saturday; and we were all just sitting around watching Pookie the Tennis playing poodle or some such tripe (right, yeah, because it had been Haylin's turn to choose the movie) and I remember that Cornelia had run for the hills as soon as she'd seen our fate for that night, Caleb had decided to stay because he'd claimed an immense fascination with dogs (I'm sure) and Irma had dozed off thirty minutes into the thing, after all the movie practically made fun of itself so obviously there was no real need for her snide comments… Haylin was staring at the TV as though her life depended on it, and I was trying to not to recall all the places that I could have been.
They'd been sitting next to each other, which, now that I think about it has been happening less and less as of late; but anyway, I just sort of glanced over, wishing to spare my eyes of the plague that was Pookie, and saw him brush some hair from her face…that's it, wow, so I didn't catch her sneaking out of his room at 2 A.M, but I mean but I was still shaken, you should have seen it. It wasn't a "okay, so I have to get that hair off of your face" kinda thing, it was slow…really slow, I had to have been staring (open mouthed) for maybe twenty seconds…Will had frozen up, stiffened almost instantly and her face had turned paper white, she'd grabbed onto his wrist and told him to 'stop it' or 'not now', or something…he'd smiled…and then they'd both turned back to the TV, for Pookie had just won Wimbledon.
My heart had been going like a mile a minute, I was blushing, like I'd just glimpsed some cheap porn…no, what's wrong with you, I haven't watched any porn…I mean, I guess…it's like I said, you had to have been there, because…okay maybe I'm exaggerating…I can't even explain it, but the words General Hospital come to mind.
It had been after that that I'd noticed the hooded looks and the smiles…they were really subtle. They never talked around us…never touched, but I could feel it…tension all around us suffocating like a thick blanket. Smothering…yeah, that was a good word for it, because there were times when I was around the two of them, that I couldn't even breathe.
I really didn't need this…I have my S.A.T.S coming up—and God only knows that I can't write teenage hormonal drama instead of the Trig…
Maybe it really isn't such a big deal, I mean Cornelia and Caleb had finally decided to call it quits, much to the delight of Irma who had won the on-going bet of exactly when they'd both give up…and really the only problem here was Matt.
He's a nice guy, I like him anyway…Goodness knows that I wouldn't choose Caleb over him—after all there's the proximity thing…the fact that he doesn't always feel the need to throw himself into the arms of danger…yeah…good boyfriend material right there…
Wait I'm getting sidetracked…so yeah, that's it, my biggest secret. And it doesn't even concern me, unquestionable proof of my unbelievable nerd behavior—I wonder…I mean do you think that I should tell Will that I know?
She'd freak…I can already see her reaction—she'd start chewing on her hair and on her nails and then she'd tell me not to tell and she'd have a really good reason why I should keep this a secret…and then she'd spend the rest of her days sending herself into a frenzy because she has this tendency to blame herself for everything…and even though she should be blamed—infidelity…it's one of those cardinal sins, isn't it? I still can't do this to her…Will's too…sweet.
It's Caleb's fault.
He doesn't deserve my sympathy, all men are dogs, you're not really a man, so you can't take offense Blunk; it's no wonder he's so fascinated with the brutes—he's just like that Nigel…this story really isn't about me, but let's just say, I'm not much pleased with the out come of my first real real love interest.
He's corrupting her, I'll bet that this was all his idea to begin with—the fling with the blonde is done with, so let's move on with the red-head…sure…maybe he'll fall victim to the Asian persuasion next…
Well I won't stand for it!
Gosh, I'm sidetracked again…
I just hope that she'll reacquaint herself with that sensible side of her brain again…the part that hasn't reached puberty…that isn't distracted by snogging and…groping. Oh, that was just a really nasty image in my head.
Why are people even like this? That's what I'd like to know—yeah Taranee make a note, for your thesis in College, why are people so bent on satisfying their own selfish, hedonistic desires? Why don't they care about what this does to the poor people forced to bear witness to their self-indulgences?
Maybe…it's just a phase, I mean all right we all go through that I need a bad boy—live life on the edge thing…see where it got me? She'll snap out of it soon, I'm sure, Will's like that, she's smart and she's kind, she'll go back to Matt and soon after that, I'll get the call with her explaining it all to me. She'll tell me that it was a mistake, and of course she'll tell Matt, and it won't be in that Jerry Springer type of chair banging—whoops I'm pregnant thing…they'll handle it like mature adults…or seventeen year olds…whatever.
Wow, but Will…Irma, yeah, sure I'm still expecting that one, Cornelia would probably just make the guy leave his girlfriend for her anyway…but Will…
That's why this can't last. Yeah sure, there was a spark; years ago just the tiniest of little sparks, but it had faded. It's gone…poof. He can't change her, I believe in her, and that's why I won't say anything. Call me nostalgic, because I keep on dredging up the wonder years, I can still see her, so brave and loyal and noble, standing before us; whispering words of reassurance.
That girl's still in there, I can tell; sure she might be a little rusty from neglect, but she's around. Will is gonna come back to the good side, she's like that, I know it—and I'm not worried—confused, oh yeah; wishing to God that I was blind, deaf and dumb…certainly—but I know how this is gonna end. That more than anything else, is obvious.
Author: I just like that song; I guess that it sorta relates to the plot. Eh. TARANEE! I know that I'm not the only one who lubs her. Yes, so my story isn't so goody-goody, and the fact remains that that I'm doing the other twenty-five sentences (though written) later, maybe this weekend. I'm sooo sleepy. Urgh…reviews would be nice…hint hint.
Well anyway, I'm going on hiatus with this, because I NEED to get According To Plan finished by January, or I'll go mad. And we don't want that. So I'll post the next 25 and then vanish…
Confession time: I made a CxC friend; she's nice and sweet and likes Zutara. And hell yes! The Asian persuasion…hahaha! You know you want to…
Ahh…sleep. Night, I didn't check this over by the way.