xu- nida-selphie
The Director Has Bad Luck
Xu rolled over and illuminated the display on her watch. It was already 6! She had to get up, she had class today. She sat up and realized that she wasn't in her dorm- there was only one bed and no desk. To her left lay Irvine, stretched out, still asleep. Damn, had she really?... Yeah, she must have. She fumbled around for her clothing, got dressed quickly and left. Had she really had that much to drink?
She stumbled down the steps and out into the parking lot, before realizing that her car was still at the shop. Well, she'd have to walk back to campus then. It was only a couple of blocks. She staggered to the corner, waiting for the light to change so she could cross to the other side.
She didn't even see it coming.
The squeal of tires. And then... knocked backwards. Pain. Heavy object, smooth cold metal, crushing. Blackness. Nothing.
Sirens. Policemen leading a man out of a banged-up car, handcuffing him. Arresting him for drunk driving. Emergency technicians taking the bloody remains of a body out from underneath the streetlamp that the car had smashed into. The body is loaded into the ambulance. No need for any forensic investigations here.
The Actor Mourns
Nida picked up the phone in his dorm, expecting his mom or Selphie.
"Hey, Nida's dorm, you probably have a wrong number..." he answered as he always did.
"Nida... hey. Its... Its Irvine. I... oh god..." Irvine sounded desperate, and distraught.
"What happened?!?" Nida demanded.
"Its Xu... it... she was... hit by a car this morning. Drunk driver. Leaving my apartment..." he trailed off.
"Where was she hit?"
"On the corner of Oak... and Main..."
"And you're back in your apartment?"
"No, I'm at the repair shop."
"I'll be right over."
Nida didn't even hang the phone up correctly in his rush to get down to the repair shop. He debated taking his car but it was easier just to run. Even blocks away he could see the downed telephone pole... and the blood. When he noticed the blood he was right beside the yard for a preschool, and he had to clutch at the fence to keep from falling over. NO! It... This couldn't have happened!!!
She... damnit! She was just there yesterday... just alive yesterday and now... Xu would never experience anything else. She'd never see the play finished, she'd never get married, she'd never be a famous director... there was so much.
After what seemed like hours of just standing there, Nida pulled himself together to walk to the site of the crash. It'd been partially cleaned up as he watched, the road cleared of debris and opened up for traffic again. He managed to get to the end of the fence when his vision started to swim. He fell forwards, expecting to meet grass...
But he was caught by a strong, capable pair of hands. He looked up to see Irvine looking down at him, concerned. Neither of them could come up with words to say anything. Irvine just helped Nida to look at the crash site, the telephone pole just freshly cleaned of Xu's blood. Nida didn't even know he was crying until Irvine gently wiped away his tears.
"You know Nida... when we went out last night, all she could seem to talk about was you. I know what you meant to her."
"Thanks."
The expression Nida wore was the closest he'd come to a smile in a long time.
The Cheerleader Tries Not To Cheer
Selphie sighed. It'd been two weeks since the accident. She pulled at her dress, feeling uncomfortable, mostly because of the dreary funeral home. And she didn't know much about guy/guy stuff, but she was pretty certain that her brother felt something more for that Cowboy guy than he would admit. Maybe it was because he was being so helpful and nice to Nida, getting him over Xu-the-best-friend's death, and maybe it was just because Irvine was hot, but there was definatley something, because Nida had even stopped talking about Squall. And then there was Xu.
Selphie had been really attatched to her. They'd been good friends, read some of the same books, worked out together sometimes. It was really nice of Xu to take so much intrest in her friend's little sister, but they'd been fast friends and all.
And now she just looked like a short-term charachter on Six Feet Under.
She'd retraced the walk from Irvine's apartment to the corner where... Anway, Xu had passed a large church on her way. Like, large church meaning several buildings. And a telephone pole with "Jesus Saves" written on it.
Damn, talk about ironic.
And now here she was, looking at the bottled remains of Xu Gesper. Why?
The Director Has Bad Luck
Xu rolled over and illuminated the display on her watch. It was already 6! She had to get up, she had class today. She sat up and realized that she wasn't in her dorm- there was only one bed and no desk. To her left lay Irvine, stretched out, still asleep. Damn, had she really?... Yeah, she must have. She fumbled around for her clothing, got dressed quickly and left. Had she really had that much to drink?
She stumbled down the steps and out into the parking lot, before realizing that her car was still at the shop. Well, she'd have to walk back to campus then. It was only a couple of blocks. She staggered to the corner, waiting for the light to change so she could cross to the other side.
She didn't even see it coming.
The squeal of tires. And then... knocked backwards. Pain. Heavy object, smooth cold metal, crushing. Blackness. Nothing.
Sirens. Policemen leading a man out of a banged-up car, handcuffing him. Arresting him for drunk driving. Emergency technicians taking the bloody remains of a body out from underneath the streetlamp that the car had smashed into. The body is loaded into the ambulance. No need for any forensic investigations here.
The Actor Mourns
Nida picked up the phone in his dorm, expecting his mom or Selphie.
"Hey, Nida's dorm, you probably have a wrong number..." he answered as he always did.
"Nida... hey. Its... Its Irvine. I... oh god..." Irvine sounded desperate, and distraught.
"What happened?!?" Nida demanded.
"Its Xu... it... she was... hit by a car this morning. Drunk driver. Leaving my apartment..." he trailed off.
"Where was she hit?"
"On the corner of Oak... and Main..."
"And you're back in your apartment?"
"No, I'm at the repair shop."
"I'll be right over."
Nida didn't even hang the phone up correctly in his rush to get down to the repair shop. He debated taking his car but it was easier just to run. Even blocks away he could see the downed telephone pole... and the blood. When he noticed the blood he was right beside the yard for a preschool, and he had to clutch at the fence to keep from falling over. NO! It... This couldn't have happened!!!
She... damnit! She was just there yesterday... just alive yesterday and now... Xu would never experience anything else. She'd never see the play finished, she'd never get married, she'd never be a famous director... there was so much.
After what seemed like hours of just standing there, Nida pulled himself together to walk to the site of the crash. It'd been partially cleaned up as he watched, the road cleared of debris and opened up for traffic again. He managed to get to the end of the fence when his vision started to swim. He fell forwards, expecting to meet grass...
But he was caught by a strong, capable pair of hands. He looked up to see Irvine looking down at him, concerned. Neither of them could come up with words to say anything. Irvine just helped Nida to look at the crash site, the telephone pole just freshly cleaned of Xu's blood. Nida didn't even know he was crying until Irvine gently wiped away his tears.
"You know Nida... when we went out last night, all she could seem to talk about was you. I know what you meant to her."
"Thanks."
The expression Nida wore was the closest he'd come to a smile in a long time.
The Cheerleader Tries Not To Cheer
Selphie sighed. It'd been two weeks since the accident. She pulled at her dress, feeling uncomfortable, mostly because of the dreary funeral home. And she didn't know much about guy/guy stuff, but she was pretty certain that her brother felt something more for that Cowboy guy than he would admit. Maybe it was because he was being so helpful and nice to Nida, getting him over Xu-the-best-friend's death, and maybe it was just because Irvine was hot, but there was definatley something, because Nida had even stopped talking about Squall. And then there was Xu.
Selphie had been really attatched to her. They'd been good friends, read some of the same books, worked out together sometimes. It was really nice of Xu to take so much intrest in her friend's little sister, but they'd been fast friends and all.
And now she just looked like a short-term charachter on Six Feet Under.
She'd retraced the walk from Irvine's apartment to the corner where... Anway, Xu had passed a large church on her way. Like, large church meaning several buildings. And a telephone pole with "Jesus Saves" written on it.
Damn, talk about ironic.
And now here she was, looking at the bottled remains of Xu Gesper. Why?