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petitechou From: [info]petitechou Date: May 27th, 2011 10:27 am (UTC) (Link)
"You're always high" Frankie snapped as Tatum stopped her pacing. If there was one thing Frankie was never going to be involved in, it was a love triangle. They were for idiots, she had to be in check of her emotions enough not to battle some senior over a girl, right?

"I hate this shit" she moaned, pleaded. "I've had more..drama since we've been together than I've had in my whole school life" she carried on. Taking a deep breath she brused hair out of Tatum's face.

"I don't know if I love you enough to do this. I mean, not just Mackenzie but like, coming out to your parents..everything. It's not me. I'm not that kind of person" she said harshly, staring at the floor.
porcelinaofvast From: [info]porcelinaofvast Date: May 27th, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tatum tried to keep her expression tough as Frankie brushed the hair out of her face and spoke to her. She heard the words, knew where this was going, but everything seemed to float over her like it wasn't reality. This couldn't actually be happening. She tried to keep eye-contact, but broke it soon after, feeling herself starting to draw in a shaky breath. Her chest felt tight.

I don't know if I love you enough to do this. Well, that was it then, it was out in the open. She did her best to try to think of something to say, but nothing came. Her mouth opened, and then closed again, lips trembling. "I'll d-do anything," she pleaded back, starting to sob a moment later.

She took her hands away from Frankie's shoulders, using them to cover her face instead, trying to calm herself down. "I won't hang out with her a-anymore, I won't talk to her, I'll tell a-anybody you want, baby, please. I'll f-fix myself, I'll be b-better," she offered, hands rubbing her face furiously, willing herself to get it together and at least stop crying. It was making it hard to talk.

It felt like just yesterday that they had gotten together, laying on the beach and laughing about something stupid. But it wasn't yesterday, they had been together a long time now. And now lately, everything was just gone to shit. They were becoming different people. But she didn't know how to be anyone else, someone separate from Frankie. Especially if she couldn't be around Mackenzie, she needed to be with Frankie. "Please? Just o-one more chance. I'll be g-good."
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