Making Up and Body Paint {Connor}
Oct 8, 2008 16:36:11 GMT -5
Post by Addison Micklesen on Oct 8, 2008 16:36:11 GMT -5
Addie sighed lightly to herself as she made her way through the empty corridors of the Academy, carrying two heavy bags along the way as she fought a yawn. It was saturday morning and quite early, but though she'd planned on going to bed early the night before, she'd had troubles falling asleep. Actually, it'd been about a week now since she'd had a good night of sleep, and about that much too since she'd talked to Connor. From the moment they'd started dating, Addie had realized that whenever the two of them fought, it wouldn't just be one day of sulking and then making up. They were both too stubborn and determined in being right. On top of it, there was possibly a bit of pride when it came to apologizing, and Addie had nothing to apologize about anyway. She'd already told Connor she was sorry several times, but if he wanted to be unreasonable about it, then it was his problem and not hers. And then, he had no right of telling her who to hang out with (or not hang out with), and she was not being hypocritical by thinking that. She'd never told him to stop hanging out with his friends, and those who'd steopped talking to him when they'd started dating had done it of their own free will. If he'd wanetd to keep hanging out with them, she wouldn't have told him not to.
However, it did make her quite unhappy to be fighting with Connor, and she was starting to miss him. But she thought it unfair to Owen to stop hanging out with him because of his soon to be step-brother, and she did like to hang out with him, though it made her feel a bit uneasy because of the crush thing, though she hadn't asked him anything about it and he hadn't confirmed it either. She mostly felt bad because she didn't want to lead him on or anything. Fight or not, she did love Connor, and even if they'd broken up it wouldn't change anything. She shuddered a bit at the thought of breaking up - God that would suck. She'd never been so hung up on a guy before, and this was the reason why she wouldn't speak up, in spite of Milo's comments (as though he could talk!), because if she didn't say anything then maybe it wasn't true. Well, that was stupid and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. She was scared of her feelings, and even more scared of telling him. It was very frustrating - she just wished she could go back to just having fun with him and enjoying the sex. It was much more simple then. Shaking her head lightly, she finally reached the art room she'd asked to have for most of the day, taking the key out of her pocket and unlocking the door before stepping in and turning on the lights.
Putting her bags down on the floor with a sigh of relief, she walked up to the closet that held a few supplies, taking out a large roll of plastic wrap and a pair of scissors, cutting long sheets of it and placing them down on the ground, tapping it all to form a large square that would protect the floor from getting paint on it. That done, she took the large paper canvas she'd asked to be placed in the room, too big for her to carry, and placed it in the middle of the plastic wrap square. She wondered idly what she'd have to do if Connor didn't show up, because she'd need a new theme and a new idea as to how to fill the entire canvas. Shaking her head a bit, she took the small bag that contained some soap, shampoo and hair brush for afterward, along with two towels, and went to place it in the small bathroom that connected to the room. She glanced at the mirror while she was at it, frowning lightly at the sight of the dark circles below her eyes, sighing lightly as she made her way back to the main room, pulling her hair up in a high ponytail and using a small clip to pull back her bangs, next getting rid of her shoes and socks, wearing only cropped pants and a tank top. That done, she took the paint she'd bought out of the bag, opening the big cans of red, orange, yellow and aquamarine paint. Then, she sat on the floor, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees and staring at the clock on the wall intently. If he wasn't here in fifteen minutes, she'd start without him.
However, it did make her quite unhappy to be fighting with Connor, and she was starting to miss him. But she thought it unfair to Owen to stop hanging out with him because of his soon to be step-brother, and she did like to hang out with him, though it made her feel a bit uneasy because of the crush thing, though she hadn't asked him anything about it and he hadn't confirmed it either. She mostly felt bad because she didn't want to lead him on or anything. Fight or not, she did love Connor, and even if they'd broken up it wouldn't change anything. She shuddered a bit at the thought of breaking up - God that would suck. She'd never been so hung up on a guy before, and this was the reason why she wouldn't speak up, in spite of Milo's comments (as though he could talk!), because if she didn't say anything then maybe it wasn't true. Well, that was stupid and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. She was scared of her feelings, and even more scared of telling him. It was very frustrating - she just wished she could go back to just having fun with him and enjoying the sex. It was much more simple then. Shaking her head lightly, she finally reached the art room she'd asked to have for most of the day, taking the key out of her pocket and unlocking the door before stepping in and turning on the lights.
Putting her bags down on the floor with a sigh of relief, she walked up to the closet that held a few supplies, taking out a large roll of plastic wrap and a pair of scissors, cutting long sheets of it and placing them down on the ground, tapping it all to form a large square that would protect the floor from getting paint on it. That done, she took the large paper canvas she'd asked to be placed in the room, too big for her to carry, and placed it in the middle of the plastic wrap square. She wondered idly what she'd have to do if Connor didn't show up, because she'd need a new theme and a new idea as to how to fill the entire canvas. Shaking her head a bit, she took the small bag that contained some soap, shampoo and hair brush for afterward, along with two towels, and went to place it in the small bathroom that connected to the room. She glanced at the mirror while she was at it, frowning lightly at the sight of the dark circles below her eyes, sighing lightly as she made her way back to the main room, pulling her hair up in a high ponytail and using a small clip to pull back her bangs, next getting rid of her shoes and socks, wearing only cropped pants and a tank top. That done, she took the paint she'd bought out of the bag, opening the big cans of red, orange, yellow and aquamarine paint. Then, she sat on the floor, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees and staring at the clock on the wall intently. If he wasn't here in fifteen minutes, she'd start without him.