Blast from the Past <<-Kimmy->>
Nov 23, 2008 22:30:38 GMT -5
Post by Oliver Stone on Nov 23, 2008 22:30:38 GMT -5
So maybe he should have worn a warmer coat, instead of a jacket when he’d stepped outside. It was freezing outside and he was stupid enough to walk out into the chilling air without proper wear on. December tended to be harsh, he should have known better. Then again he had other things on his mind besides the weather, it wasn’t like he’d been thinking about how cold it was when he decided he needed to clear his head of battling thoughts. Felicia and Jackie, Jackie and Felicia, Felicia or Jackie. He’d been thinking about it for a while. He was dating Felicia, and was happy in dating her. Sure Felicia was a bit of a handful at times, but she had her moments. Not to mention she was beautiful, there was no doubt about that and he usually enjoyed her company unless she was annoying the hell out of him. But then he had his tendencies to be annoying too, they equally annoyed each other. And he knew what everyone else thought of her. But he didn’t ever see a fake Felicia, or if she was fake around him, she was very good at her game.
And then there was Jackie, his best friend and the only one he ever allowed to call him Ollie, just because he couldn’t hit her and she fed off of his anger when he used to get angry that she’d call him that. This gorgeous girl who was as much in his heart as Felicia was, the one who made him doubt everything he had. He was fully himself around her, loved being in her company and often found himself hanging out with her a lot as of recently. So what was he supposed to do with two girls that he wanted? He knew he could only have one. Sinking so deep into his thoughts wasn't something Oliver tended to do, and the reason behind that had just happened. He'd walked right into someone, someone shorter than he wh smelled subtly of vanilla. And instantly his hands darted from his pockets reaching out to steady the girl - no guy in their right mind wore vanilla perfume- and he puled her impulsively, before speaking "Sorry, I'm really sorry about that." he told her, blinking himself back into the proper reality. But shit, the proper reality was cold as hell.
And then there was Jackie, his best friend and the only one he ever allowed to call him Ollie, just because he couldn’t hit her and she fed off of his anger when he used to get angry that she’d call him that. This gorgeous girl who was as much in his heart as Felicia was, the one who made him doubt everything he had. He was fully himself around her, loved being in her company and often found himself hanging out with her a lot as of recently. So what was he supposed to do with two girls that he wanted? He knew he could only have one. Sinking so deep into his thoughts wasn't something Oliver tended to do, and the reason behind that had just happened. He'd walked right into someone, someone shorter than he wh smelled subtly of vanilla. And instantly his hands darted from his pockets reaching out to steady the girl - no guy in their right mind wore vanilla perfume- and he puled her impulsively, before speaking "Sorry, I'm really sorry about that." he told her, blinking himself back into the proper reality. But shit, the proper reality was cold as hell.