outsider to an in
I watched Natti spin her tales of evil and deceit in awe. How can one so good looking be so wicked and gossip mongering? She had a full head on her shoulders, good grades in the bag, friends up to her chin and yet she was unable to control running her mouth with business not of her own. I had once took solace in her company but had realised how detrimental she was to me. She was poison to a mind. A drug I had given up on. We're still friends though. Bonds such as ours are hardly quickly dissolved. It takes a huge wrong on one part to completely negate the existance of the other.
She tossed her dark curls away from her face as her enigmatic smile enticed the opposite gender. Her giggle so deep set in its resolve captures even the most uninterested of souls. Even the insipid gets pulled into her vibrant storytelling to feel like they have a breath of life left in their barren minds. I sigh at how quickly these sheep gather to her version of Little Bow Peep, feeding her omnipresent need for encouragment, for recognition. Oh for the love of the limelight I don't understand.
Must these people live through another? Are they so lacking in imagination that they resort to unimpressive states of mind. Leeching off others. Blood-suckers. I look around the picnic area and catch the eye of a young man I knew outside of this particular social circle and excused myself.
"Hey Natti, I'm gonna go say hi to Bret before he disappears yea?"
"Aww Red, you're gonna miss the best part! I'm about to tell them how pathetic Auri was," she wined.
"Natti, honestly, Bret's running away," I ended and rushed towards Bret. The hero that whisked me away from Natti the Shebitch, my savior or sorrows.
He looked up from his book through dark rimmed glasses gazing thoughtfully with his dark-grey eyes and spoke.
"I see Natti hasn't changed and she seems to be flourishing too,"
"Yea, it's actually really funny how some people thrive on spreading baseless rumours about others. I feel dirty hanging out with her," I mused.
"And yet you still do. Cookie?"
"Thanks," I said as i took the double chocolate chip cookie from his Famous Amos packet. "I wonder what tales of fear and loathing she's spun for me. It scares me how I know she could turn around to bite me faster than a pit-viper ever could. He nodded in agreement and pointed out that she probably doesnt even remember him. I chuckled.
We were together once upon a time. I was with Natti once upon a time too. Bret made me happier but Natti knew which of my buttons to push. We all remained friends simply because we were never in love. Whatever that is. I laugh at people who insist that love exists. My ever logical mind is quick to disprove such notions. There is no love, only an immense understanding for another person that which I had not experienced in full as of yet.
Bret was exceptionally attractive with his stoic demeanor and poetic mind. Always a killer with the ladies. I remember how much fun we had together at bars trying to pick up girls and being offended if it did actually happen. I knew we weren't the dating type. Only friends would do but he was a good lay. I'd give him credit for that as i leaned on to rest on his shoulder. He didn't mind as I settled into my own thoughts and him into his book.
She tossed her dark curls away from her face as her enigmatic smile enticed the opposite gender. Her giggle so deep set in its resolve captures even the most uninterested of souls. Even the insipid gets pulled into her vibrant storytelling to feel like they have a breath of life left in their barren minds. I sigh at how quickly these sheep gather to her version of Little Bow Peep, feeding her omnipresent need for encouragment, for recognition. Oh for the love of the limelight I don't understand.
Must these people live through another? Are they so lacking in imagination that they resort to unimpressive states of mind. Leeching off others. Blood-suckers. I look around the picnic area and catch the eye of a young man I knew outside of this particular social circle and excused myself.
"Hey Natti, I'm gonna go say hi to Bret before he disappears yea?"
"Aww Red, you're gonna miss the best part! I'm about to tell them how pathetic Auri was," she wined.
"Natti, honestly, Bret's running away," I ended and rushed towards Bret. The hero that whisked me away from Natti the Shebitch, my savior or sorrows.
He looked up from his book through dark rimmed glasses gazing thoughtfully with his dark-grey eyes and spoke.
"I see Natti hasn't changed and she seems to be flourishing too,"
"Yea, it's actually really funny how some people thrive on spreading baseless rumours about others. I feel dirty hanging out with her," I mused.
"And yet you still do. Cookie?"
"Thanks," I said as i took the double chocolate chip cookie from his Famous Amos packet. "I wonder what tales of fear and loathing she's spun for me. It scares me how I know she could turn around to bite me faster than a pit-viper ever could. He nodded in agreement and pointed out that she probably doesnt even remember him. I chuckled.
We were together once upon a time. I was with Natti once upon a time too. Bret made me happier but Natti knew which of my buttons to push. We all remained friends simply because we were never in love. Whatever that is. I laugh at people who insist that love exists. My ever logical mind is quick to disprove such notions. There is no love, only an immense understanding for another person that which I had not experienced in full as of yet.
Bret was exceptionally attractive with his stoic demeanor and poetic mind. Always a killer with the ladies. I remember how much fun we had together at bars trying to pick up girls and being offended if it did actually happen. I knew we weren't the dating type. Only friends would do but he was a good lay. I'd give him credit for that as i leaned on to rest on his shoulder. He didn't mind as I settled into my own thoughts and him into his book.
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ive fallen for bret.
=)