Step Zero: Get to Step One ((Kimmy))
Mar 12, 2009 5:59:45 GMT -5
Post by Bretton Ferguson on Mar 12, 2009 5:59:45 GMT -5
Brett had been trying to catch Kimmy now probably since the dance but the girl was very good at avoiding people when she wanted to it seemed. And he really did just need to talk to her because talking to her was kind of part of the plan, the kind-of stepped plan that hadn't really been going too well because he hadn't even gotten past the first part yet. And apologizing was kind of important, without step one there wasn't any step two which could actually be completed about the same time as the first step was. Right now though, he was starting to loose a bit of hope in the whole plan. Not that he'd said anything to anyone about it, but it was just sort of what happened when you were getting no where in a big hurry. Now though, it was spring break, so he figured that he'd probably have a better shot at being able to corner her without an excuse that she could have. First though, he'd have to find some place to corner her and at the moment he was having problems with that one. He figured, though, if he was supposed to he'd find a way to.
But no matter what he was going to have to go through for this it was going to be worth it. He liked Kimmy, a lot more than he had liked anyone in a long time. And really looking back on it it didn't even really compare to it. And he wanted to be with her, wanted to be with her more than anyone else. Which was why he agreed to put himself through the work of trying to get her to agree to just push all her thoughts about herself and all of her fears away long enough so that she'd even give it a chance. Because right now she was shutting it down before it'd even started. But he wanted her to at least try and see how she liked it. If it didn't work out from there he would just accept it because at least they'd tried to see how it was, to see how well they could be together as a couple. And if all else failed, they at least knew that the physical part of their relationship - well... non-relationship for the moment - worked. But he didn't know what good that would do either, seeing as he didn't exactly think she'd go for a fling.
Right now though, he was taking a bit of a break from his plan and the stress that it was bringing with it and just relaxing a little. He was relaxing the only way that he really even knew how anymore, which was by singing. He'd been extremely thankful when he'd come to the room and had found it empty of anyone at the moment because he needed to be able to just sing. It was his way of getting everything out, of letting all the frustrations with the current situation - and every other one for that matter - out in a semi-constructive way. So that's what he sat there doing, playing the keyboard today while he sang. Usually, he tended to stick to guitar, but for some reason today had just not been that type of day. So he just went along, playing and singing and loosing himself in his music allowing all the feelings that he had in him to just flow out through it. There was nothing left, nothing besides the music that he was playing and it was so easy to believe that was the only world that there was to worry about.