Before standing up to go back inside, I pulled out the small white bow
in my hair, letting all the orange strands fall down into my face. I
giggled, before putting it back up, tighter this time.
Karen watched me, with what seemed like envy. I know she longed to have the freedom I do. My dad may be a worrywart, and seem a little controlling, but he's a really nice guy who lets me do basically whatever I wish.
Padding across the slightly moist soil in between the rows of grapes, we remained silent. Karen was thinking deep thoughts, I could tell, but I couldn't help but wondering what was going on in that head of hers.
Somebody told me once that I was like an animal, expressing all of my emotions in the simplest form. Quite the opposite of Karen, I suppose. She kept her feelings bottled up, and sent them out to sea.
As much as she may envy me for my freedom and optimism, she can never know what the others and I really think of her. Why? Because she wouldn't believe us, that's why.
Her creativity is wonderful. She's a dancer, and expresses whatever emotion she does let slip by her hard exterior shell through it. I've seen her dance, it's like…I don't know. I can't really describe it, it's just…wonderful.
I suppose, if I was forced to say, in words that can hardly compare to its true form, her dancing is like the ocean, and it's vast winds. So wide, and complex, changing often, sometimes surprising you with a salty, or refreshing spray.
Her looks are something in a totally different class. She's extremely beautiful, no one can deny that. She's about my height, perhaps a smidgen taller. She has a lean, well-toned figure; her dancing brings it out even more.
To top it all off, her mocha colored hair falls down, slightly past her shoulders, and her tawny golden bangs form an arch that highlights her facial features. Her emerald green eyes are always sparkling…unfortunately, quite often, they're flashing, hints of danger in them.
I'd say her eyes are the most crucial part to her haunting looks. Even though she might not come out and show you how she's feeling, it's there in her eyes, most of the time.
I don't know about the other girls, but I envy her for one last thing. Her sense of spirit. I might be one who is outgoing, and friendly, but Karen, she's born to be free…a natural rebel.
So now you know just what Karen takes for granted in her life. You know what I take for granted. I'm not trying to dump Jack off on Karen…but I think…that Jack maybe the piece to the puzzle Karen's been trying to find her whole life. If only she would open her heart up enough to see…and Jack would realize it too…
I sighed, and came dazed, shaken out of my thoughts. Karen gave me a weird look, but said nothing of it. She knew that like herself, I valued my private thoughts.
Back in her room, I began to study her carefully. I thought back to what Cliff had said, him and her being cousins. Now that I thought about it, the resemblance was uncanny. Especially the hair…Heh, both of them had cool hair.
I spoke up, finally. "You know who a guy named Cliff is?" I asked.
Karen nodded. "Yah, he's my cousin…why do you ask?"
"Oh…no reason. He told me he was related to you, when we were talking earlier. I just wanted to see if you remembered him…"
Karen grinned. I practically passed out, heh, heh, what can I say, it's a rare thing for her. "We were like, inseparable when we were children," she informed me. "Still today, I consider him as close friend, though we don't talk hardly ever…
"Wow," I said. "That's too bad,"
Karen nodded. "So, he's around town, eh?" she mused quietly to herself. "Wonder how long he will stay?"
I shrugged. "I dunno…he said he liked it here though, if that helps any?"
Karen shrugged back. "Dunno…"
"Who do you like?" I asked, out of the blue. Karen blushed deeply.
"No one!" she protested. I grinned. This is my chance to get back at her for all the prying she does in my love life.
"Are you sure?" I teased, winking. She blushed again.
"Who, who do you like?" she stuttered.
I grinned. "I'll only tell if you tell first!" I said, in a slightly annoying sing song voice. Karen scowled. I felt particularly devious for some reason.
"Don't get me wrong here," she growled, beginning. "I like him slightly, with an extra emphasis on slightly, and only that much because of his looks…Definitely not his personality…"
A curious look came onto my face. 'Oh ho…could it be…?" I said, in mock horror. Actually, it was kind of horrifying.
"Kai," she spat, as if his name was a bad, dirty word, forbidden to cross her lips. It practically was, though.
"But he's…"
"A jerk-off," she finished, using my choice of words. "Like I said, I only like him slightly because of his looks. Nothing more. I don't actually like anyone in that way in this God forsaken village actually,"
I remained silent, trying to weasel out of telling. No use, I could already tell, because of the looks Karen was shooting me.
"Who's the lucky guy?" she purred. I turned a very, very bright red. Being my best friend for almost our whole lives, she knew just how to embarrass me, embarrass me good. Right now, she was doing a pretty damn good job. She knows I hate that haughty little tone…which was exactly why she was using it.
I grinned, in spite of myself, at her silliness. "Fine, fine," I muttered, relenting. "And like you, don't get me wrong here, I just met him…but…I think your cousin is pretty cute…and nice,"
Karen almost fell off the bed. Ok, she did fall off the bed. And she was laughing too. A dark scowl grew on my face.
She shot me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry," she gasped, between breaths. "But…for some strange reason…that was totally expected…"
I just rolled my eyes, and tried to act indifferent. She knew she was getting to me. Oh ye Gods, curse that wily woman!
"So…want me to…talk to him?" she asked slyly, still out to get met. I giggled suddenly, ruining my attempts to act utterly furious.
"Aww, cut it out!" I finally whined. Karen must have felt slightly bad for me, because she stopped. I sighed in relief. "So what are we going to do now?" I asked.
Karen glanced at her clock. "Well, it's 6: 00…We should eat, then head to the bar. I still have my shift, remember?"
I nodded, and we raced downstairs. In the kitchen, and dining area, were the rest of her family, and Kai. We were just in time.
Being the spiteful and evil friend I am, I managed to get Karen sitting next to Kai…and by the look on her face…one of murder, she was not enjoying this. I just warded off her evil eye, enjoying this sweet revenge far too much.
Karen watched me, with what seemed like envy. I know she longed to have the freedom I do. My dad may be a worrywart, and seem a little controlling, but he's a really nice guy who lets me do basically whatever I wish.
Padding across the slightly moist soil in between the rows of grapes, we remained silent. Karen was thinking deep thoughts, I could tell, but I couldn't help but wondering what was going on in that head of hers.
Somebody told me once that I was like an animal, expressing all of my emotions in the simplest form. Quite the opposite of Karen, I suppose. She kept her feelings bottled up, and sent them out to sea.
As much as she may envy me for my freedom and optimism, she can never know what the others and I really think of her. Why? Because she wouldn't believe us, that's why.
Her creativity is wonderful. She's a dancer, and expresses whatever emotion she does let slip by her hard exterior shell through it. I've seen her dance, it's like…I don't know. I can't really describe it, it's just…wonderful.
I suppose, if I was forced to say, in words that can hardly compare to its true form, her dancing is like the ocean, and it's vast winds. So wide, and complex, changing often, sometimes surprising you with a salty, or refreshing spray.
Her looks are something in a totally different class. She's extremely beautiful, no one can deny that. She's about my height, perhaps a smidgen taller. She has a lean, well-toned figure; her dancing brings it out even more.
To top it all off, her mocha colored hair falls down, slightly past her shoulders, and her tawny golden bangs form an arch that highlights her facial features. Her emerald green eyes are always sparkling…unfortunately, quite often, they're flashing, hints of danger in them.
I'd say her eyes are the most crucial part to her haunting looks. Even though she might not come out and show you how she's feeling, it's there in her eyes, most of the time.
I don't know about the other girls, but I envy her for one last thing. Her sense of spirit. I might be one who is outgoing, and friendly, but Karen, she's born to be free…a natural rebel.
So now you know just what Karen takes for granted in her life. You know what I take for granted. I'm not trying to dump Jack off on Karen…but I think…that Jack maybe the piece to the puzzle Karen's been trying to find her whole life. If only she would open her heart up enough to see…and Jack would realize it too…
I sighed, and came dazed, shaken out of my thoughts. Karen gave me a weird look, but said nothing of it. She knew that like herself, I valued my private thoughts.
Back in her room, I began to study her carefully. I thought back to what Cliff had said, him and her being cousins. Now that I thought about it, the resemblance was uncanny. Especially the hair…Heh, both of them had cool hair.
I spoke up, finally. "You know who a guy named Cliff is?" I asked.
Karen nodded. "Yah, he's my cousin…why do you ask?"
"Oh…no reason. He told me he was related to you, when we were talking earlier. I just wanted to see if you remembered him…"
Karen grinned. I practically passed out, heh, heh, what can I say, it's a rare thing for her. "We were like, inseparable when we were children," she informed me. "Still today, I consider him as close friend, though we don't talk hardly ever…
"Wow," I said. "That's too bad,"
Karen nodded. "So, he's around town, eh?" she mused quietly to herself. "Wonder how long he will stay?"
I shrugged. "I dunno…he said he liked it here though, if that helps any?"
Karen shrugged back. "Dunno…"
"Who do you like?" I asked, out of the blue. Karen blushed deeply.
"No one!" she protested. I grinned. This is my chance to get back at her for all the prying she does in my love life.
"Are you sure?" I teased, winking. She blushed again.
"Who, who do you like?" she stuttered.
I grinned. "I'll only tell if you tell first!" I said, in a slightly annoying sing song voice. Karen scowled. I felt particularly devious for some reason.
"Don't get me wrong here," she growled, beginning. "I like him slightly, with an extra emphasis on slightly, and only that much because of his looks…Definitely not his personality…"
A curious look came onto my face. 'Oh ho…could it be…?" I said, in mock horror. Actually, it was kind of horrifying.
"Kai," she spat, as if his name was a bad, dirty word, forbidden to cross her lips. It practically was, though.
"But he's…"
"A jerk-off," she finished, using my choice of words. "Like I said, I only like him slightly because of his looks. Nothing more. I don't actually like anyone in that way in this God forsaken village actually,"
I remained silent, trying to weasel out of telling. No use, I could already tell, because of the looks Karen was shooting me.
"Who's the lucky guy?" she purred. I turned a very, very bright red. Being my best friend for almost our whole lives, she knew just how to embarrass me, embarrass me good. Right now, she was doing a pretty damn good job. She knows I hate that haughty little tone…which was exactly why she was using it.
I grinned, in spite of myself, at her silliness. "Fine, fine," I muttered, relenting. "And like you, don't get me wrong here, I just met him…but…I think your cousin is pretty cute…and nice,"
Karen almost fell off the bed. Ok, she did fall off the bed. And she was laughing too. A dark scowl grew on my face.
She shot me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry," she gasped, between breaths. "But…for some strange reason…that was totally expected…"
I just rolled my eyes, and tried to act indifferent. She knew she was getting to me. Oh ye Gods, curse that wily woman!
"So…want me to…talk to him?" she asked slyly, still out to get met. I giggled suddenly, ruining my attempts to act utterly furious.
"Aww, cut it out!" I finally whined. Karen must have felt slightly bad for me, because she stopped. I sighed in relief. "So what are we going to do now?" I asked.
Karen glanced at her clock. "Well, it's 6: 00…We should eat, then head to the bar. I still have my shift, remember?"
I nodded, and we raced downstairs. In the kitchen, and dining area, were the rest of her family, and Kai. We were just in time.
Being the spiteful and evil friend I am, I managed to get Karen sitting next to Kai…and by the look on her face…one of murder, she was not enjoying this. I just warded off her evil eye, enjoying this sweet revenge far too much.