[Do not] Forget the Past (Lila)
Jan 27, 2011 22:39:15 GMT -5
Post by Wesley Poe on Jan 27, 2011 22:39:15 GMT -5
Honestly, Wesley was getting just a bit tired of the avoiding game Lila had been playing. He wanted to know why she hadn’t spoken to him since he kissed her on New Years…a year ago. He’d been good over the summer, unfortunately too consumed with Lila to do much with any girl. And trust that there were many girls…many, many hot and easy girls he’d turned down simply because of the fear of being judged by her. Which he’d never done. He’d never cared about the opinion of someone else. He’d never cared so much about a girl before, save Val but even that was for ulterior motives, and he’d never given up sex and fun just because one girl was circulating his mind 24/7. It was annoying and frustrating not knowing where you stood with someone. And even more so when you wanted to be with that someone. He’d been afraid to confront her about it, just because she was…well she was Lila. And she did a bunch of crazy things to him that he couldn’t for the life of him understand. One being, making him care about her opinion of him. It was a difficult situation to be in.
Admittedly he was lonely. He wanted something and when he wanted something he went after it. Relentlessly…until he got it. He couldn’t figure out why he allowed Lila to be an exception to that part of him. And right now he was beginning to realize how tired of it he was. He knew for sure that he wasn’t the only one who’d felt something that day. Maybe she’d needed her space, and he’d definitely given her enough of that and respected her boundaries. And now he was just about ready to tell her exactly how he felt. He just wasn’t sure how to go about it without seeming like a mad man. And that was exactly why he was sitting on a park bench in the middle of winter, coming up with a game plan to win her over. He wasn’t exactly getting anywhere, with that thought, but it was nice to just sit and think. Even if Lila was the one he was thinking about. As many times as he’d anonymously called her over the past year and hung up, he kinda just needed to get on with it. He pulled out his phone and began toying with it, sliding it open and closed. How could this be so complicated?