Title: Wounds that just won't heal
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: not mine.
Distribution: Sure, post it if you like. Just give me a link so I know where it is.
Note: All it takes is a good dose of Dashboard Confessional and the writing begins!
It's colder than it should be. As I squint at my surroundings, I realize that I never actually slipped into bed so much as onto. The window was left wide open, allowing stray beams of sunlight to drift right into my eyes. A rumble of annoyance starts at the back of my head, then I remember the events from the night before, dropping into a more gloomy state of mind. I plop my head face down into the pillow and hope to catch a couple more minutes of sleep. Maybe I'll slip into the blankness that seemed to consume me. Anything is better than this.
There's a light tap on my door and Barbara's dim voice telling me to get up. I emit a small grunt to let her know that I'm up and look at my clock. It's only been two or three minutes since I last woke when I notice that dull feeling burrowed its way into me and has started to pulsate. I grumble and get out of bed, getting ready as slow as I possibly can.
I'm sitting alone at the kitchen counter, Barbara in the other room, when Helena sweeps in cautiously. On her trail from the door to the fridge, she looks over at me and gives me a nervous little smile. Then makes herself a small breakfast. I can tell she's taking a chance when she pulls up a seat right around the corner. For a moment, the only sounds heard was the steady tapping of the keyboard from the adjoining room and the occasional clink of a kitchen utensil. We're both staring down at our food as the stress of the situation builds. I finally break and speak up,
"Those waffles look good..."
She looks up from her plate and our eyes meet. "Thanks."
"No problem...Anytime." Staring at each other, we both start chuckling at how ridiculous the scene is.
She's smiling broadly, "So this is what we've been reduced to? Complimenting each other's breakfast? We really need more things to do."
"That would really cut into my sitting around time..."
"I believe you."
I smirk at her timidly, "It shouldn't be like this. I don't like things like this."
"You know, neither do I." Breaking eye contact, she goes on, "Can we just, not do this...I mean, not have to be so...shy around each other. Lord knows that is that last thing either of us are."
I lower my gaze, settling it on her plate, "I would like that."
"Good. So we have a deal?"
My attention jumps back to her, "Sure, deal." We reach out our hands, my eyes drift back down...Those waffles really do look good. As soon as I feel our hands meet, I reach out with my free arm, and stab a syrup and whipped cream covered cake with my fork, bringing it over to my plate. She lets go, ready to steal it back, but I take a good bite out of if before she can.
"That was mine."
Finishing it off, I smile at her sweetly, "Was being the operative word."
She mock-scowles at me, then brings her hand back up, swiping a smudge of cream off my cheek, "You dork." I blush a little as she proceeds to suck the residue from her thumb.
I look at my watch, noticing the time I realize that I'm going to be late for school and pardon myself from the table. She picks up the dishes, offering to clean up, and I head out the door.
I'm stepping into the giant cage of an elevator when she steps out from the kitchen. With very un-Helena-like, vulnerable eyes she says, "Dinah, be safe."
I give her a smile and a nod, then watch her disappear behind the gates. I guess not everything is ok.
a/n: uhh, tada...? heh.
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: not mine.
Distribution: Sure, post it if you like. Just give me a link so I know where it is.
Note: All it takes is a good dose of Dashboard Confessional and the writing begins!
It's colder than it should be. As I squint at my surroundings, I realize that I never actually slipped into bed so much as onto. The window was left wide open, allowing stray beams of sunlight to drift right into my eyes. A rumble of annoyance starts at the back of my head, then I remember the events from the night before, dropping into a more gloomy state of mind. I plop my head face down into the pillow and hope to catch a couple more minutes of sleep. Maybe I'll slip into the blankness that seemed to consume me. Anything is better than this.
There's a light tap on my door and Barbara's dim voice telling me to get up. I emit a small grunt to let her know that I'm up and look at my clock. It's only been two or three minutes since I last woke when I notice that dull feeling burrowed its way into me and has started to pulsate. I grumble and get out of bed, getting ready as slow as I possibly can.
I'm sitting alone at the kitchen counter, Barbara in the other room, when Helena sweeps in cautiously. On her trail from the door to the fridge, she looks over at me and gives me a nervous little smile. Then makes herself a small breakfast. I can tell she's taking a chance when she pulls up a seat right around the corner. For a moment, the only sounds heard was the steady tapping of the keyboard from the adjoining room and the occasional clink of a kitchen utensil. We're both staring down at our food as the stress of the situation builds. I finally break and speak up,
"Those waffles look good..."
She looks up from her plate and our eyes meet. "Thanks."
"No problem...Anytime." Staring at each other, we both start chuckling at how ridiculous the scene is.
She's smiling broadly, "So this is what we've been reduced to? Complimenting each other's breakfast? We really need more things to do."
"That would really cut into my sitting around time..."
"I believe you."
I smirk at her timidly, "It shouldn't be like this. I don't like things like this."
"You know, neither do I." Breaking eye contact, she goes on, "Can we just, not do this...I mean, not have to be so...shy around each other. Lord knows that is that last thing either of us are."
I lower my gaze, settling it on her plate, "I would like that."
"Good. So we have a deal?"
My attention jumps back to her, "Sure, deal." We reach out our hands, my eyes drift back down...Those waffles really do look good. As soon as I feel our hands meet, I reach out with my free arm, and stab a syrup and whipped cream covered cake with my fork, bringing it over to my plate. She lets go, ready to steal it back, but I take a good bite out of if before she can.
"That was mine."
Finishing it off, I smile at her sweetly, "Was being the operative word."
She mock-scowles at me, then brings her hand back up, swiping a smudge of cream off my cheek, "You dork." I blush a little as she proceeds to suck the residue from her thumb.
I look at my watch, noticing the time I realize that I'm going to be late for school and pardon myself from the table. She picks up the dishes, offering to clean up, and I head out the door.
I'm stepping into the giant cage of an elevator when she steps out from the kitchen. With very un-Helena-like, vulnerable eyes she says, "Dinah, be safe."
I give her a smile and a nod, then watch her disappear behind the gates. I guess not everything is ok.
a/n: uhh, tada...? heh.