Warning: The following is blatant female gayness, and some insinuated male gayness. It is rather non-explicit, but...if you have a problem with it DO NOT read it if it will offend you, make you vomit all over yourself, etc. If you choose to read it, seeing as you have been fairly warned (twice), then do not comment and say stupid things. By stupid I mean, "OMG!!11! Gross! Take this down you sick bitch! Go to Hell! Blaaaah!" or anything along those lines. Because if you do that, you will only look very retarded seeing as I did not force you to read it, and you were warned. Turn back now, and do not read further.
Disclaimer: Don't own Even Stevens or any of these people...don't claim them...making no money...etc. (but we all know what I would do with Tawny if I did own her)
Michelle-Note: (sorry) I tried to write this in the present tense...it is my goal to write something in the present tense. Don't ask. So...the tense kinda shifts cus it's hard...seriously. You try it. hug Also...tis set in the future, and Tawny's POV...in case you don't notice.
Breaking Things
Entering the "grand" ballroom, I scanned all the people. I sighed when my eyes wandered to an unlit corner and saw two familiar people making out. A boy with curly brown hair followed me in, but he didn't dare touch me. We had gotten in a fight on the way. I grabbed his hand and went in the opposite direction of the all-too-familiar couple, immediately. We moved through the nicely dressed people and toward the refreshment table
"Tawny! Louis! Over here!"
I stopped and turned. A group of people was standing in a circle by the wall. "Hey." I said rather unenthusiastically, still dragging my "date" with me. "I'm late."
"We noticed. We were just about to think you weren't coming." A blonde-haired boy said.
"I paid for my ticket, of course, I'd come...just not on time." I stated. "There was a disagreement on the way here."
"This is prom. Be happy." Another guy next to the blonde encouraged. He had poofy light brown hair.
I glared, "Shut up before you hurt me with your happiness, Tom."
"Jease Tawny, I guess you saw Jason and Ren in their corner. They've been there for like an hour."
I punched the blonde guy in the arm, "Well, thanks Twitty, that makes me wanna just jump up and down with joy."
Louis pulled his hand away from mine, "I can't fucking believe you."
I shook my head, "I can't believe it took you this long to figure it out, and now the only person that doesn't know is the only person that should."
"Man. Fuck you."
I sneered.
"Holy shit, you guys." Tom muttered. "Don't cause a raucous."
"Oh shut up. I shouldn't have come to this damn school sanctioned piece of crap dance in the first place."
"Go the hell away from me!" Louis yelled.
"Dammit! Louis, calm down! Tawny, chill out!" Twitty said, getting between me and the guy I had come here with.
"Don't touch me, dude!" Louis shoved Twitty away.
He threw his hands in the air, "I wasn't touching you!"
"You fucking knew, and didn't tell me!"
"It's not like you two were going out, man! You broke up months ago!"
"When she asked me to prom I thought there was some kinda hope!"
"Dammit Louis!" I screamed, "I asked you to go with me as friends! Friends, Louis! How does that give you hope?!"
He didn't respond, and everyone else got quiet as well. I took the opportunity to wander off to the bathroom to cry in a stall because I was such vile, worthless, stupid shit. I did just that. I used Louis, and I used him for a long time. I used him to spend time with his sister. I realized it was wrong, and that I was using him for something completely pointless, for I have no chance in hell, and I broke up with him. I stayed friends with him though for sake of remaining in his sister's good graces, and because she was the last person in the world that I wanted to hate me. He comes onto me on the way here in the limo, and then I try to explain. I'm stupid.
I wiped my eyes, came out of the stall, and stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the sleek, black dress I was wearing. It was long and drug on the floor, but it was tight and showcased my form. It had sleeves that more or less draped my shoulders, and they were of sparkling black fishnet material, then they belled at the bottom and covered my hands. It looked like something Stevie Nicks would wear. My hair was pulled back and up with little loose ringlets coming down. I sniffled, and sat my purse by a sink, and started to reapply my eyeliner. I couldn't blame Louis for being mad. I was such a jackass. With my luck he'd run and tell his sister, then she'd hate me.
It had always been her that intrigued me far more than Louis did. Louis was funny at times, I'd give him that, but he lacked the strange drive that his sister had. He had drive, he wanted people to notice him so he did stupid things. He was jealous of his sister, and it was all he could do to step out of her shadow, while Ren, she was always trying to be the best in order to get the attention that she desired, but I didn't know why she desired such attention. I was the girl that wrote weird poetry, dressed in black, was into drama, and for the most part stayed back while everyone else sought their approval and attention. I watched, you learn more from watching anyway, but Ren, she baffled me. She was perfect, and good at everything she involved herself in. She had found her perfect boyfriend, and they seemed to have the perfect relationship. She was happy, or so she always seemed, but something was off. I just hadn't found it yet, her flaw. I wanted to know what it was more than anything. Not to use it against her or anything, but just to know, to know Ren Stevens.
I saw the door open in the reflection of the mirror, and someone clomped in unsteadily. I observed. It was Ren. My hand went limp for some reason, and I dropped my eyeliner into the sink, I quickly retrieved it and put it back in my purse. I turned around, and leaned against the counter, "Hi."
She looked toward me, "My feet are killing me." She hopped up onto the counter and sat on it, then took her shoes off and sat them next to her, "Having fun?"
"I'm Tawny. Do you think I'm having fun?"
She smiled, "You could have fun if you'd let yourself."
I walked over to her and sat next to her on the other side of the sink she was next to, "These things, they're torture for the people that are here alone, or the people that are here with other people but they like other people that are here that aren't with them. It's cruel, I'm telling you it is. Just think about it. I think things of this such should be illegal."
"People shouldn't come to such things alone, or knowing that the person they like is going to be here with someone else. It's just them asking to be hurt, really."
"Bah. What if they come with the hope that they'll get a chance to dance with that special person?"
"Then they're risking getting hurt because if there's a chance of that person dancing with them, there's also a chance that the person won't dance with them, which is more likely if that other person came with someone else."
I tapped on the marble, nervously, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, "What made you so bitter?"
She raised an eyebrow at me, "I'm not bitter, I'm logical. I mean, I feel bad for the people like you're talking about and all, but it's their own fault if they come."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I gave in, "So...what brings you to the bathroom?"
"I wanted to get away from all the people for a minute, and rest my feet. How about you? You in here avoiding social interaction?"
"Yeah, basically."
"Tawny, why don't you go out there, and dance with Louis, or Twitty, or Tom or...somebody. You can't just sit here in the bathroom for five hours."
"I bet I can."
"C'mon, you're dress is pretty, and your hair kicks ass. Go out and show it off, find somebody to dance with." She smiled.
I smiled a little, and tilted my head, taking a moment to notice what she was wearing. She was in light purple, a typical prom dress. It was long, and elegant with noodle straps that criss-crossed across her back. She had a nice tan, and the color made it stand out a little more. Her hair was up in a very complicated twisted braid thing that looked like it took hours. "How're you and Jason doing?"
She shrugged, "We're fine. As always."
I couldn't help but notice a little resent in her voice, "It's amazing how long you two have been together, and with no problems or anything. I mean like...you met him on an island and he's older than you, and yeah."
She smiled again and sighed, "He's perfect. He moved here for me and everything, ya know."
I nodded, "Isn't perfect boring though?"
"Oh, he's not completely perfect. No one's perfect. When I met him, he lied to me about everything and didn't even tell me his real name and all. You remember that."
No one's perfect. No one. Not even Ren. "Yeah. I saved you from complete humiliation."
She laughed slightly now, "Nah, you didn't. You saved my brother from a severe beating."
"How do you know I didn't go there to save you?" I said in a way to make her think that I was joking around, but mess with her head a little. I eyed her carefully to get her reaction.
She just giggled, "Uh huh. Right."
Always clueless, and oblivious to the obvious. So happy, yet so wishful for something she couldn't attain, couldn't have, some little something, but what? Could she just not be completely satisfied until she was the greatest at everything, and had everything? Perhaps that was her flaw, selfishness. It couldn't be, she was far too nice for that. "Yeah, why would I want to save you, you over-achieving, social, bum?"
"Speaking of social, get yourself out there, and be social. If for just one night." She slipped her shoes back on, and hopped down from the counter.
I did the same, "Hey Ren, your straps are twisted."
"Fix them for me, if you would." She said and put herself in front of me.
As I untwisted the straps on her back, careful not to touch her skin that I knew would be far too soft for me to resist touching more, she straightened out her dress in the front. "Okay. All better. Now remind me why I'm going out there to interact with humans?"
"Because you have to listen to me because you saved me from humiliation on national TV."
"Shouldn't that be the other way around...like...you owe me something because I saved you?"
"Yeah, and I'm trying to make you social, it'll do you good." She paused, "Is there anything on my butt? I've been sitting on that counter and all. I didn't bother to look at it before I got up there because my feet hurt so bad."
Why was she asking me to look at her butt? Had she lost her mind? Of course not, she just had no clue of anything right in front of her. I would glance at it often without her knowing, and I glanced at it once more, "Not a thing. Your butt is good."
"Yeah, I know it is." She looked over her shoulder and smiled, "Thanks, Tawny I'll pay you back one day for saving me, untwisting my straps, and looking at my butt, but first, do me a favor and go out there and have fun."
I smiled, "Fine." I couldn't not listen to her, and she had given me permission to look at her butt. I considered that enough to get me to go out amongst a bunch of people and be social or something close to social at least. It's not like she'd pay enough attention to me once she was reunited with Jason to know that I wasn't being social.
Disclaimer: Don't own Even Stevens or any of these people...don't claim them...making no money...etc. (but we all know what I would do with Tawny if I did own her)
Michelle-Note: (sorry) I tried to write this in the present tense...it is my goal to write something in the present tense. Don't ask. So...the tense kinda shifts cus it's hard...seriously. You try it. hug Also...tis set in the future, and Tawny's POV...in case you don't notice.
Breaking Things
Entering the "grand" ballroom, I scanned all the people. I sighed when my eyes wandered to an unlit corner and saw two familiar people making out. A boy with curly brown hair followed me in, but he didn't dare touch me. We had gotten in a fight on the way. I grabbed his hand and went in the opposite direction of the all-too-familiar couple, immediately. We moved through the nicely dressed people and toward the refreshment table
"Tawny! Louis! Over here!"
I stopped and turned. A group of people was standing in a circle by the wall. "Hey." I said rather unenthusiastically, still dragging my "date" with me. "I'm late."
"We noticed. We were just about to think you weren't coming." A blonde-haired boy said.
"I paid for my ticket, of course, I'd come...just not on time." I stated. "There was a disagreement on the way here."
"This is prom. Be happy." Another guy next to the blonde encouraged. He had poofy light brown hair.
I glared, "Shut up before you hurt me with your happiness, Tom."
"Jease Tawny, I guess you saw Jason and Ren in their corner. They've been there for like an hour."
I punched the blonde guy in the arm, "Well, thanks Twitty, that makes me wanna just jump up and down with joy."
Louis pulled his hand away from mine, "I can't fucking believe you."
I shook my head, "I can't believe it took you this long to figure it out, and now the only person that doesn't know is the only person that should."
"Man. Fuck you."
I sneered.
"Holy shit, you guys." Tom muttered. "Don't cause a raucous."
"Oh shut up. I shouldn't have come to this damn school sanctioned piece of crap dance in the first place."
"Go the hell away from me!" Louis yelled.
"Dammit! Louis, calm down! Tawny, chill out!" Twitty said, getting between me and the guy I had come here with.
"Don't touch me, dude!" Louis shoved Twitty away.
He threw his hands in the air, "I wasn't touching you!"
"You fucking knew, and didn't tell me!"
"It's not like you two were going out, man! You broke up months ago!"
"When she asked me to prom I thought there was some kinda hope!"
"Dammit Louis!" I screamed, "I asked you to go with me as friends! Friends, Louis! How does that give you hope?!"
He didn't respond, and everyone else got quiet as well. I took the opportunity to wander off to the bathroom to cry in a stall because I was such vile, worthless, stupid shit. I did just that. I used Louis, and I used him for a long time. I used him to spend time with his sister. I realized it was wrong, and that I was using him for something completely pointless, for I have no chance in hell, and I broke up with him. I stayed friends with him though for sake of remaining in his sister's good graces, and because she was the last person in the world that I wanted to hate me. He comes onto me on the way here in the limo, and then I try to explain. I'm stupid.
I wiped my eyes, came out of the stall, and stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the sleek, black dress I was wearing. It was long and drug on the floor, but it was tight and showcased my form. It had sleeves that more or less draped my shoulders, and they were of sparkling black fishnet material, then they belled at the bottom and covered my hands. It looked like something Stevie Nicks would wear. My hair was pulled back and up with little loose ringlets coming down. I sniffled, and sat my purse by a sink, and started to reapply my eyeliner. I couldn't blame Louis for being mad. I was such a jackass. With my luck he'd run and tell his sister, then she'd hate me.
It had always been her that intrigued me far more than Louis did. Louis was funny at times, I'd give him that, but he lacked the strange drive that his sister had. He had drive, he wanted people to notice him so he did stupid things. He was jealous of his sister, and it was all he could do to step out of her shadow, while Ren, she was always trying to be the best in order to get the attention that she desired, but I didn't know why she desired such attention. I was the girl that wrote weird poetry, dressed in black, was into drama, and for the most part stayed back while everyone else sought their approval and attention. I watched, you learn more from watching anyway, but Ren, she baffled me. She was perfect, and good at everything she involved herself in. She had found her perfect boyfriend, and they seemed to have the perfect relationship. She was happy, or so she always seemed, but something was off. I just hadn't found it yet, her flaw. I wanted to know what it was more than anything. Not to use it against her or anything, but just to know, to know Ren Stevens.
I saw the door open in the reflection of the mirror, and someone clomped in unsteadily. I observed. It was Ren. My hand went limp for some reason, and I dropped my eyeliner into the sink, I quickly retrieved it and put it back in my purse. I turned around, and leaned against the counter, "Hi."
She looked toward me, "My feet are killing me." She hopped up onto the counter and sat on it, then took her shoes off and sat them next to her, "Having fun?"
"I'm Tawny. Do you think I'm having fun?"
She smiled, "You could have fun if you'd let yourself."
I walked over to her and sat next to her on the other side of the sink she was next to, "These things, they're torture for the people that are here alone, or the people that are here with other people but they like other people that are here that aren't with them. It's cruel, I'm telling you it is. Just think about it. I think things of this such should be illegal."
"People shouldn't come to such things alone, or knowing that the person they like is going to be here with someone else. It's just them asking to be hurt, really."
"Bah. What if they come with the hope that they'll get a chance to dance with that special person?"
"Then they're risking getting hurt because if there's a chance of that person dancing with them, there's also a chance that the person won't dance with them, which is more likely if that other person came with someone else."
I tapped on the marble, nervously, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, "What made you so bitter?"
She raised an eyebrow at me, "I'm not bitter, I'm logical. I mean, I feel bad for the people like you're talking about and all, but it's their own fault if they come."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I gave in, "So...what brings you to the bathroom?"
"I wanted to get away from all the people for a minute, and rest my feet. How about you? You in here avoiding social interaction?"
"Yeah, basically."
"Tawny, why don't you go out there, and dance with Louis, or Twitty, or Tom or...somebody. You can't just sit here in the bathroom for five hours."
"I bet I can."
"C'mon, you're dress is pretty, and your hair kicks ass. Go out and show it off, find somebody to dance with." She smiled.
I smiled a little, and tilted my head, taking a moment to notice what she was wearing. She was in light purple, a typical prom dress. It was long, and elegant with noodle straps that criss-crossed across her back. She had a nice tan, and the color made it stand out a little more. Her hair was up in a very complicated twisted braid thing that looked like it took hours. "How're you and Jason doing?"
She shrugged, "We're fine. As always."
I couldn't help but notice a little resent in her voice, "It's amazing how long you two have been together, and with no problems or anything. I mean like...you met him on an island and he's older than you, and yeah."
She smiled again and sighed, "He's perfect. He moved here for me and everything, ya know."
I nodded, "Isn't perfect boring though?"
"Oh, he's not completely perfect. No one's perfect. When I met him, he lied to me about everything and didn't even tell me his real name and all. You remember that."
No one's perfect. No one. Not even Ren. "Yeah. I saved you from complete humiliation."
She laughed slightly now, "Nah, you didn't. You saved my brother from a severe beating."
"How do you know I didn't go there to save you?" I said in a way to make her think that I was joking around, but mess with her head a little. I eyed her carefully to get her reaction.
She just giggled, "Uh huh. Right."
Always clueless, and oblivious to the obvious. So happy, yet so wishful for something she couldn't attain, couldn't have, some little something, but what? Could she just not be completely satisfied until she was the greatest at everything, and had everything? Perhaps that was her flaw, selfishness. It couldn't be, she was far too nice for that. "Yeah, why would I want to save you, you over-achieving, social, bum?"
"Speaking of social, get yourself out there, and be social. If for just one night." She slipped her shoes back on, and hopped down from the counter.
I did the same, "Hey Ren, your straps are twisted."
"Fix them for me, if you would." She said and put herself in front of me.
As I untwisted the straps on her back, careful not to touch her skin that I knew would be far too soft for me to resist touching more, she straightened out her dress in the front. "Okay. All better. Now remind me why I'm going out there to interact with humans?"
"Because you have to listen to me because you saved me from humiliation on national TV."
"Shouldn't that be the other way around...like...you owe me something because I saved you?"
"Yeah, and I'm trying to make you social, it'll do you good." She paused, "Is there anything on my butt? I've been sitting on that counter and all. I didn't bother to look at it before I got up there because my feet hurt so bad."
Why was she asking me to look at her butt? Had she lost her mind? Of course not, she just had no clue of anything right in front of her. I would glance at it often without her knowing, and I glanced at it once more, "Not a thing. Your butt is good."
"Yeah, I know it is." She looked over her shoulder and smiled, "Thanks, Tawny I'll pay you back one day for saving me, untwisting my straps, and looking at my butt, but first, do me a favor and go out there and have fun."
I smiled, "Fine." I couldn't not listen to her, and she had given me permission to look at her butt. I considered that enough to get me to go out amongst a bunch of people and be social or something close to social at least. It's not like she'd pay enough attention to me once she was reunited with Jason to know that I wasn't being social.