Parents Weekend 2011: Friday @ 05:24 pm
|
|
Add to Memories
|
Tell a Friend
|
|
|
Blue Ridge School of Witchcraft and Wizardry |
|
|
September 15th, 2011Comments
Sam hadn't exactly been paying attention to the opening credits. He was more focused on Tatum, her little grin and the way she wiped her face on his shoulder. "Hush that Franklin," he grinned scratching behind the dog's ears.
Ever so carefully Sam put his arm around Tatum's shoulders to test the waters, seeing if she would stay snuggled up to him. "Dogs mouth is the cleanest mouth on the planet," he laughed lightly.
Tatum reached out, scratching under Franklin's chin as Sam scratched his ears. "I hear that, but I've smelled dog food and I'm not sure I can deal," she laughed back.
She didn't move away from the arms around her, scooting in closer in fact and getting comfortable again. Her eyes were on the tv, and she didn't break her gaze as she spoke. "I'd still rather kiss Franklin than Mackenzie Dubinsky," she murmured. The blonde girl hadn't harassed her this weekend, probably due to Sera's request on the matter, but the party was still fresh in her mind. She scowled. "Idiot.."
He laughed easily. "Right? Smells kinda nasty, but Franklin never fusses so I s'pose they're doin' something right," he grinned.
Sam settled in, relaxing once Tatum snuggled up against him. "She's pretty aggressive aint she?" he asked gently. "She's always giving you a hard time."
"I always think the same thing about cat food," Tatum explained, furrowing her eyebrows a bit. "I dunno how they like, eat that stuff. I can't even stare into it for too long."
Sniffing dismissively at the mention of Mack, the red-haired girl let her head flop back against his shoulder a little. "She's.. I dunno. She's her.. I guess she could be worse. The idea of her being like, the lesser of two evils is kind of scary.. but if she did shit to me like Hunter does to Sera, I'd just die," she shuddered. "I think she thinks she's like.. God's gift to women. Except whatever, I don't even care!" She realized she was ranting a little, and quickly shook her head. "Sorry, I just-- she was like.. the one tweaking me out at the party. I've been brooding."
He laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it stinks somethin' fierce," he smirked.
"Don't let her get to you Tat," he said gently, leaning over and giving her forehead a little kiss. "She's just tryin' to get to ya. Bullies and shit," he shrugged. "Hey, everyone's gotta vent right? And she had you real wound up that night, it's okay to still be upset about it. Just tell her off the next time she starts shit," he tried to reassure her.
"She doesn't act like a r-regular bully though," the redhead pouted, closing her eyes for a moment as Sam kissed her forehead. She fought herself to keep from blushing too much, and easily lost. "She's always just.. saying stupid shit and then she apologizes and she just s-shows up everywhere, it's like-- I dunno. It's like she wants to be my.. f-friend but she's talks like an i-idiot when we're together."
Granted, Mackenzie wasn't much better at holding her tongue online either, but at least on the internet Tatum was better able to tell her off. In person, she always stammered her irritated replies out most unconvincingly. "I wish she'd just find someone else to.. I dunno, do whatever," she murmured. Last she had heard, Mack had plenty of choices of girls around campus. She didn't know what made her special enough to stick out to the blonde. "She makes fun o-of Colin all the time, I guess she'll be pleased that we're like.. on a break. Or whatever." It was only the second time she had admitted it, other than when her step-mother had brought it up over lunch earlier. She cursed small towns and their knowing everything. Colin's mom herself had told Madeline about their 'little break', but now Sera knew and she knew Hunter, Mack, and the rest of the school would soon hear about it. She wanted to be the first one to tell Sam, by herself, even if she was still awkwardly dancing around the subject.
Sam listened carefully as Tatum explained. "Damn, kinda sounds like fourth grade all over again when one kid pulls the other kid's hair but it's not okay for anyone else to do it," he smiled. "Do you think... do you think she likes you er something?" he asked.
At the mention of Colin, he looked down at her carefully. "You're on a break with Colin?" he asked, trying to sound as neutral as possible. "What happened?" he went on gently. He didn't feel so bad about the amount of flirting that had been going on the past few weeks now that he knew she was on a break but he had to wonder why she hadn't told him. It made sense in a way though, it was kind of a tough subject to bring up.
"That's exactly what it's l-like," Tatum agreed quickly, nodding. He had really hit the nail on the head with that one. Over-grown fourth graders was the perfect description for Mack and Hunter both, and Tatum was sick of being the girl getting her hair pulled by them. When Sam asked if Mack liked her, she blushed a little again and shook her head.
"M-Maybe? I guess? I mean, she's.. gay or whatever even if I'm.. not. So maybe?" she managed lamely. She had a feeling that once again, he was eerily correct. She had met Mack the first time, after all, when Sera had tried to set them on a date. Which neither really happened nor went well. But Mack had been sticking around ever since. Being asked about Colin made her tense up a little. She had vaguely told Eden what the situation had been, but she hadn't really told anyone the whole story. Even when Madeline, and Sera, had pried for details earlier she had left them out. She thought about lying, but there was already enough lying going on. "I-It's uhm, kind of a long story," she began, trailing off a bit and staring at something interested on his blanket instead. "Okay so like.. when I went h-home in the summer, I was in time for uhm, like his prom? And I guess muggles r-really like proms, and his mom took a bunch of pictures, and it w-was all chill and stuff but uhm," she tried to explain, knowing she was avoiding the point. It was sort of embarrassing at nearly twenty. "A-Apparently though, I guess you're uhm, supposed to sleep with your.. b-boyfriend. On his uhm, prom. And it doesn't.. always go over well if you don't? After p-promising?" In Colin's defense, it hadn't been the first time she had turned him down. Far from it, in fact. Chewing her lip, she shrugged. "Whatever though, we're like.. we text. Or whatever."
He nodded. "Kinda sounds it," he said. "I used to have such a crush on this girl in our first year," he laughed. "I can't even remember her name now, but I used to pull her hair and run away giggling until one day she shoved me against a wall and hollered at me, asking me why I did it until I finally fessed up," he laughed.
"Oh," he said quietly. "Wow... that's kinda douchey," he bit the inside of his cheek. "I mean... to like... go on a break with someone over that. Sorry but that's just... a terrible excuse." "It's gotta be right for, ya know, both people not just one. Especially if... ya know, ya aint never done it before," he mumbled the last bit out quickly, not wanting to make her feel any more awkward about it. They had been friends for a long time and even so, it was still an awkward subject to talk about while zombies were getting their heads hacked off in the background.
Tatum smiled a little. "You told her? Just like that?" she asked. Giving him a little nudge, she shifted around to get comfy again, ending up with her head rested against a mix of his shoulder and chest. "You're so easy," she joked. Her eyes watched the screen intently, but snapped away when he mentioned Colin again, her shoulders rising and falling uselessly.
"I g-guess, I mean-- it was kinda my fault. Like, actually.. like, dudes want to, uhm, do that stuff, you know? And I knew that and.. I said I would but then like, you know.. being Catholic and all," she tried to explain. It was true, but it was also her favorite excuse. It usually worked every time. Being Catholic certainly didn't stop the thoughts she had had about girls in the past though. But with boys.. there was just nothing. She could snuggle them for hours, kiss them even, but when it came time for that.. the interest just never happened. If anything, she felt more of a slight repulsion. Penises were so weird. "He's like.. uhm, you know, if he wants to have a girlfriend who like, d-does stuff, that's his business? I guess? Like I'm not gunna just.. do it or whatever," she went on, her cheeks getting redder by the second. Especially when Sam spoke again, hitting the nail on the head. That was a big part of it. In fact, she was fairly certain she was going to die a virgin at this rate. "He still s-sends me dirty texts though," she finally said after a few moments of awkward silence in which they just lay snuggled together. She cracked a little smile, hoping to break some of the tension. "When he's b-baked, so like all the time.."
"Yeah, jus' like that," he grinned, only shrugging when she told him he was easy. "I know. I'm just... I figure aint no use in playin' games er anything like that," he kept his eyes trained on the tv but his thumb began making little circles around her elbow.
"Aint your fault he's not cool enough to wait," he said shortly. "I mean... you're a cool chick Tate and if bein' with someone like that means no sex then... yeah... I think it'd be worth it," he said quietly. "Ya gotta do what's right for you. I'm glad ya stuck to your guns." When she mentioned dirty texts Sam had to fight laughing, holding it in as best as he could until she mentioned that he sent them when he was baked. He laughed loudly and shook his head. "Well that's just classy as fuck," he grinned. "How can you resist sexting Tat? You must have nerves of steel," he teased.
"My guns are all I got," Tatum replied quietly, managing a weak smile. She was glad that she was able to get him laughing and she laughed a little herself, head ducking down against his chest again.
"He has his m-moments," she weakly defended him. It was sort of habit now. She had spent so long arguing with people that he even existed. She grinned back at Sam, sticking her tongue out. "Who said I resist?"
"It's all anyone's got really," he shrugged. "But hey, who am I? Just some guy right?" he grinned. "I don't know the kid, got no right to judge."
He flushed a bit and laughed. "Well dang!" he teased, tickling at her side a bit. "He must be a total babe," he joked.
"Just some guy," Tatum agreed quietly, a weak grin of her own following. That about summed it up nicely, and she supposed that was part of why she didn't feel that upset about the whole thing. She had liked Colin, he was fun to hang out with, but he was just some guy in the end. It was usually how her boyfriends went.
Squirming a bit as he began to tickle her, the redhead squinted her eyes closed. "Oh he's nothin'!" she joked back, doing her best Southern emphasis on the last word as she laughed. "I'm just k-kidding! You know I'm not like.. well, it's like.. phones are just whatever. It's not the s-same!"
Sam couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at a Southern accent. "Well aint you just the dangdest thing?" he teased, giving her nose a little tweak.
More seriously he went on. "I know you aint like that though, no need to fuss over it," he smiled. "Jus' be careful about any of that stuff gettin' out, you never know with the freaks round here," he knew he was sounding like his dad but he genuinely worried.
Tatum laughed a little, but nodding her head in agreement. "You sound l-like my mom when she tells us not to put p-pictures on Facebook," she joked quietly, leaning in and brushing her nose briefly against his after he had tweaked hers. "You never know who's out there!"
Taking on a bit of a serious expression of her own then, a sort of melancholy smile, she shrugged. "I'm like.. c-careful, we're just.. I dunno, I guess we'll get back together, maybe.. I'd rather do it on a phone than like, do it do it with him," she explained, trailing off. "T-This is the most I've like, e-ever talked about sex," she admitted softly after a few moments of silence, laughing a little and with still flushed cheeks. "Then again I-I'm also probably uhm, the only kid in university still clutching onto their v-card.." |
Powered by Scribbld |
Blue Ridge School of Witchcraft and Wizardry |
|