[It Hurts to Look at You]
[bittersweet]
disclaimer: this is my disclaiming that I own those names that you don't recognize.
Obviously.
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Claire slumped down on the nearest park bench, the splintery wood scratching against her bare back. She rubbed at her face, ruining every trace of makeup she had on, which left her hands black, blue and red. She rubbed desperately at her lips, trying to rub the lipstick off what were once flesh covered lips. Her lips were left raw and chapped, with a ring of red that had smudged out of the lines.
Her eyes grew puffy as she reached into the front of her dress, pulling the socks out along with the glasses she had stuff in there. She put them on, trying to cover the tears that she felt swelling in her tear ducts.
When she looked up from putting her glasses on a warm and welcoming face greeted her.
"Hey there doll face," he spoke to her with a wink.
Her face turned horrified as she looked at him, "What do you want?"
She said dramatically, making sure that it didn't look at if they were actually talking.
It was Jake, the Newsie that no one liked. He didn't even have a nickname as far as she was concerned, which meant that he obviously was worth nothing. She adjusted her glasses and spoke to him insolently, like he was way under her.
The evil looks that sprouted from behind her glasses latched his, and a pit began to grow inside his stomach. "I'm sorry," he muttered as he walked in the opposite direction, dragging his feet in the dryness of the dirt. The solid truth was that he had been watching Claire. From the first day he had eyed her he told himself that that geeky and awkward girl was the one for him. He sighed loudly and clenched his papers tight in his fist.
He looked at Jack and Penny, across the park. He wondered what was wrong with Jack, the Jack Kelly who could get any girl he wanted. Why would he be going for someone like Penny? He could hear the squeakiness of her voice from across the park, but had also noticed that she hadn't hiked up her skirt as high as usual.
Then he looked at Claire all dolled up in her fancy dress and hair, sobbing silently on the bench as her best friend was off with the man she adored.
Jake snickered loudly. Rubbing his hands together and laughing evilly. "Mwaha. Mwaha. MWAHAHA." He stopped when he saw people beginning to look concerned for him, and left the remainders of his papers for the squirrel that had been patient enough to hear this story.
Jake was on a mission to win Claire's heart. Claire was on a mission to win Jack's heart. Hell, all life is accident, every bit of it--who you fall in love with, what grabs you, and what you do with it...
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There shall be no shout outs today due to lack of reviews last time. If you'd like your name to appear you better review. Alas, I shall kick your bum!
Mad love and lobster claws,
Sarah aka bittersweet.
(grabs jack and benji, introducing them to the world)