A/N- YAY! People like it! I thought Psymon was OOC and you all would hate it, but...*hugs the reviewers* I LOVE YOU GUYS! *sob* ...ok. Done. Onto the story.
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Kaori almost slipped for the second time, looking back at Mac and smiling a bit when he caught her. Wehn she finally made it to Elise safely, he headed back inside.
"Hi." She said quietly. Elise sat before her, arms wrapped around her knees and chin resting on them.
"Hey Kaori." Unless the light was playing tricks on her, Kaori could've sworn she saw a single tear fall down Elise's face.
"Are you ok?"
"Why does everyone keep asking that?"
"We know it's hard for y--" Elise stood, all signs of sadness gone.
"Well it's easier then you think, then. He's an ass, and I never liked him anyway." Brushing past Kaori, she hurried back to her room. Once she was safely inside (with the door locked of course) she broke down into silent sobs, wondering how she got herself into this mess.
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The sun was shining, the crowd was cheering, and music was upbeat. Definately not where Elise wanted to be. She grinned anyway, using her best fake smile, which ended up fooling everyone. Her arms felt weak, or maybe that was just because she had spent half the night awake. Thank God for makeup and hot showers.
"Just remember what we talked about." Psymon whispered quickly, leaning over the bar separating them.
"Uh-huh." She mumbled, almost 90% unaware of the fact that Eddie was right behind her, with Marisol behind him. She pushed off, leaving the others pretty far behind---until Eddie caught up. He glanced back at Marisol, and seeing her nod, pushed Elise.
She knew her ankle snapped before she felt it. Watching the others fly by, she grumbled a little, pushing herself up and continuing in the race, trying to keep all of her weight on her good ankle.
Every time she hit the ground, even from the smallest of jumps, a pain shot up her ankle. More pain, each time...but she never felt it. It didn't even hurt. She was so emotionally numb that physical pain didn't register in her brain until she saw the finish line. She was last, of course, and Marisol was laughing at her, receiving her silver medal while Eddie got his Gold medal. Even Eddie snickered before she fell on her butt, unstrapping her feet from the bindings and rubbing her ankle. Someone jogged up, Zoe, probably, she couldn't tell.
"Hey, El, wha'd ya do?"
"Um, I think it's just sprained or something."
"Got pushed?" Now Zoe was taking off her shoe.
"Yeah, Eddie pushed me into that really hard tree." She tried some humor, but Zoe was staring at her ankle.
"Shit, Elise..." She looked up. "Can I get a doctor here? We have a broken ankle." Elise sighed.
"It doesn't hurt, I'm fine."
"It looks like you're hurt, so shut up and stop being all proud." Zoe backed away as a doctor ran up, and right before the crowd moved in her way, she saw Eddie's look of guilt.
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"So she got hurt. Big deal." Marisol was saying, flipping through the latest issue of Vogue.
"I hurt her though, Marisol, and I didn't mean to." Her eyebrow raised, and she turned to look at him.
"What's up with you? You told me you hated her too."
"I know...I know I said that, but I broke her ankle."
"Wowee, I'm sure she's worried about her ankle. She's probably wondering if her makeup is running or if she can show her face after her big loss."
"Her ankle was broken!"
"I know, that has nothing to do wi--"
"That has everything to do with her loss. And I'm responsible."
"She broke a bone, it'll fix itself." He sighed, giving in once again to his girlfriend.
"You're right."
"You have to stop worrying so much."
"Yeah."
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Elise was laughing for the first time in weeks. "Okay, Kaori, we get the picture, stop doodling cartoons on my cast."
"But I didn't draw you yet." Kaori smiled. Elise grinned again.
"Fine, draw me, but that's it." Zoe poked her head into Elise's bedroom.
"Do I hear laughter?"
"Hey, Zoe." The two said in unison.
"How ya feelin', 'lise?"
"Better. I'll feel great once this cast is off." Seeing Kaori's frown, she smiled. "I'll keep it so I can look at the pictures." Kaori giggled, finishing her picture of Elise and standing, walking out of the room to get a snack.
"He feels terrible about it, yanno." Elise groaned.
"Zoe, I'm feeling good for the first time in a long time, can we not mention him? And I bet he does."
"Fine, but he does. I'm gonna go practice for next week's race, Kaori's coming to watch, but Psymon and Brodi'll be here. And so will---"
"Two people I will never ask for help. I'll be fine, I'm already walking around by myself. Of course I might need food help, since I can't exactly conquer the stairs." Zoe smiled.
"Feel better, El." She walked out, and for the first time in a long time, Elise slept peacefully.
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Kaori almost slipped for the second time, looking back at Mac and smiling a bit when he caught her. Wehn she finally made it to Elise safely, he headed back inside.
"Hi." She said quietly. Elise sat before her, arms wrapped around her knees and chin resting on them.
"Hey Kaori." Unless the light was playing tricks on her, Kaori could've sworn she saw a single tear fall down Elise's face.
"Are you ok?"
"Why does everyone keep asking that?"
"We know it's hard for y--" Elise stood, all signs of sadness gone.
"Well it's easier then you think, then. He's an ass, and I never liked him anyway." Brushing past Kaori, she hurried back to her room. Once she was safely inside (with the door locked of course) she broke down into silent sobs, wondering how she got herself into this mess.
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The sun was shining, the crowd was cheering, and music was upbeat. Definately not where Elise wanted to be. She grinned anyway, using her best fake smile, which ended up fooling everyone. Her arms felt weak, or maybe that was just because she had spent half the night awake. Thank God for makeup and hot showers.
"Just remember what we talked about." Psymon whispered quickly, leaning over the bar separating them.
"Uh-huh." She mumbled, almost 90% unaware of the fact that Eddie was right behind her, with Marisol behind him. She pushed off, leaving the others pretty far behind---until Eddie caught up. He glanced back at Marisol, and seeing her nod, pushed Elise.
She knew her ankle snapped before she felt it. Watching the others fly by, she grumbled a little, pushing herself up and continuing in the race, trying to keep all of her weight on her good ankle.
Every time she hit the ground, even from the smallest of jumps, a pain shot up her ankle. More pain, each time...but she never felt it. It didn't even hurt. She was so emotionally numb that physical pain didn't register in her brain until she saw the finish line. She was last, of course, and Marisol was laughing at her, receiving her silver medal while Eddie got his Gold medal. Even Eddie snickered before she fell on her butt, unstrapping her feet from the bindings and rubbing her ankle. Someone jogged up, Zoe, probably, she couldn't tell.
"Hey, El, wha'd ya do?"
"Um, I think it's just sprained or something."
"Got pushed?" Now Zoe was taking off her shoe.
"Yeah, Eddie pushed me into that really hard tree." She tried some humor, but Zoe was staring at her ankle.
"Shit, Elise..." She looked up. "Can I get a doctor here? We have a broken ankle." Elise sighed.
"It doesn't hurt, I'm fine."
"It looks like you're hurt, so shut up and stop being all proud." Zoe backed away as a doctor ran up, and right before the crowd moved in her way, she saw Eddie's look of guilt.
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"So she got hurt. Big deal." Marisol was saying, flipping through the latest issue of Vogue.
"I hurt her though, Marisol, and I didn't mean to." Her eyebrow raised, and she turned to look at him.
"What's up with you? You told me you hated her too."
"I know...I know I said that, but I broke her ankle."
"Wowee, I'm sure she's worried about her ankle. She's probably wondering if her makeup is running or if she can show her face after her big loss."
"Her ankle was broken!"
"I know, that has nothing to do wi--"
"That has everything to do with her loss. And I'm responsible."
"She broke a bone, it'll fix itself." He sighed, giving in once again to his girlfriend.
"You're right."
"You have to stop worrying so much."
"Yeah."
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Elise was laughing for the first time in weeks. "Okay, Kaori, we get the picture, stop doodling cartoons on my cast."
"But I didn't draw you yet." Kaori smiled. Elise grinned again.
"Fine, draw me, but that's it." Zoe poked her head into Elise's bedroom.
"Do I hear laughter?"
"Hey, Zoe." The two said in unison.
"How ya feelin', 'lise?"
"Better. I'll feel great once this cast is off." Seeing Kaori's frown, she smiled. "I'll keep it so I can look at the pictures." Kaori giggled, finishing her picture of Elise and standing, walking out of the room to get a snack.
"He feels terrible about it, yanno." Elise groaned.
"Zoe, I'm feeling good for the first time in a long time, can we not mention him? And I bet he does."
"Fine, but he does. I'm gonna go practice for next week's race, Kaori's coming to watch, but Psymon and Brodi'll be here. And so will---"
"Two people I will never ask for help. I'll be fine, I'm already walking around by myself. Of course I might need food help, since I can't exactly conquer the stairs." Zoe smiled.
"Feel better, El." She walked out, and for the first time in a long time, Elise slept peacefully.
